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To wait for my love to surface on the shore,
shells whistling in the wind,
sails dissolving in the sun;
to wait for my love to rise at altitude,
to form civilization, to form the
soul’s apoptosis;
to wait for my love to take its name,
and mine to remain a secret to you;
for me, pain shall be decree—state and intermittent.
To wait in silence for love to take me,
reason stripped beneath the feverish,
pale brow;
to wait for love to become death,
to wait for your name to gather inside me.
Aymeric 2d
In your absence, I crumble, I fade, I burn,
A love so pure, I can never return.
For even I, who once held the night,
Am shattered by love’s unyielding bite.
Dams 2d
A weight presses upon my chest
A burden that's hard to repress
The smile I wear, a disguise so thin
A mask that hides the pain within
The world outside moves with ease
While I'm stuck in this dark unease
The laughter and joy, a distant hum
A reminder of what's been undone
In the mirror, a stranger's face
A reflection of a troubled place
The eyes that stare, a deep despair
A soul that's searching, without a care
The silence screams, the darkness calls
A whisper that echoes, through it all
A heart that's breaking, a soul that's worn
A cry for help, in the dead of dawn
About the mind
Charly 2d
This isn't really a poem,
at least I don't think it is
just me being honest and true
about me and my life... Woohoo!

I'm doing okay I think,
sometimes I can be get depressed to the point of exhaustion
still haven't been able to cry and its been slowly tearing me apart.
But then sometimes ill be really happy and content.

It's weird but I guess it's human

A lot of people are disappointed in me,
not because of what I've done but rather what I haven't done?
I get where they are coming from but as long as I'm content what's the problem?

OH WELL!

Pretty excited for my birthday... The big ol' 18
getting pretty nostalgic for my teens, even though I'm still in them
I think ill miss it a lot honestly, maybe I'm just scared but there's fulfilment in that fear

it's human
I'll try and write more actual poems more this month but for now this is all I can conjure
Mental illness y religion
               Anxiety
                  hope!
You called me silly?
Many thanks for reminding me
so often I fell on this side
I laughed at my stupid pride!
Constellations of expectations
My shackles— my only relations
A walking canvas of self-destruction
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