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To hell with normalcy.
I'd rather be someone revolting.

It hurts?
That’s a fallacy.
You're a coward —
and that’s fear prompting.

Indeed, there are hierarchies.
And rebelling is... concerning.
Misusing the power to control the industry —
Rebounding on the surface;
it's redundant. It's taunting.

Amuse me!
What — you think this is fancy?
What's wrong with wanting something?
Just because some are powerless... it's raunchy?
Distrust directs the regime —
look, the balance is burning.

Excited to show them dreams —
flaunty.

Look at that smile.
Look at the face.
Full of surprise,
sharp with the gaze.

Oh! You're blushing.
Excuse me — my breaching tendency.
You're beautiful.
And shy.
That's... compelling.

I wish you'd stay that way.
But —
the farther we go,
the greater the dismay.

Subdue this malice.
Subtly play.
If you want the prize...
you gotta pave the way.

I hate it when you're bamboozled,
procrastinating as you sway.
Can't you just stop being a wuss?
Even forecasters have their days.

But in this dance of defiance...
let courage lead the way.

Shatter the chains of conformity.
Let authenticity — stay.

For in each rebellious heartbeat,
a revolution brews with a glaze.

Even a meek-looking fuzz
can become
a blasting,
blazing
wave.
                                                             -Asher Graves
Was scrummaging through some old notes and found a poem I wrote two years ago. Thought I’d share it here—funny how words from the past can still echo in the present.
Walking over sea,
Floating in the wind,
Soothing in fire,
Diving in the earth,
Water burns,
Lightning sets me apart from this world,
Rainbow takes the red of my heart.
~Read it if you’ve ever felt like you didn’t match your own element.

"I didn't plan this.I didn't think.I just..... wrote
Dream you never existed,
For my life that you made twisted,
You'll go to hell,
I am dumb but I can tell,
These nightmares chase my shattered soul,
No matter if I sleep with open eyes, cold,
Chases me every single second of my life,
Flashing scenes like a grave of dreams and strife,
Used to wonder why adults want to die,
But as I grew, I feel it—like a silent cry,
This sad life,
Depressing smiles, fading like withered light,
My heart can end itself anytime...
...drowning in veins of sorrow and fading rhyme.
When you come home, I will hold you like you deserve to be held—delicately, reverently.
You wont ever have to lift a single thought.
I will draw the pain out of you with every warm touch, soothe your body with the rhythm of my breath against yours, and I will pour all my energy into the parts of you that ache. You deserve peace, you deserve the softness that you carry within yourself so easily.
Rest in me.
Let me gently put you back together again, and make you whole.
Written as a collective, both of us as one.
Those clouds of life, how they gather near,
Carrying whispers of joy and fear.
Billowing dreams in the vast unknown,
Soft as a sigh, or sharp as a stone.

In silver hues, they cradle the sun,
A promise of light when the shadows run.
Yet in their grey, a storm may brew,
A tempest fierce, or a gentle dew.

They drift on winds both wild and still,
Over valleys deep and the steadfast hill.
Some bring sorrow, a heavy rain,
A torrent of tears, a season of pain.

But others weave in the azure sky,
Shaped like laughter, as they float by.
They are the canvas of hope's embrace,
Each streak of gold a radiant trace.

For clouds, though fleeting, paint the way,
A mirror of night, a herald of day.
They speak of change, of paths untread,
Of dreams unspoken, of words unsaid.

Those clouds of life, with their shifting form,
Teach us to dance through the fiercest storm.
To see in darkness the light concealed,
And in each drop, the strength revealed.

When life grows heavy and skies turn dark,
Look to the clouds for a fleeting spark.
For even in thunder, their beauty remains,
In cascading hues or the softest strains.

Those clouds of life, so vast, so wide,
Are the journeys we take, the tears we've cried.
Yet in their dance, there lies a truth,
Each shadowed sky renews our youth.

So let them gather, let them soar,
For the clouds of life are forevermore.
you know you're touch starved
when you start having dreams
of hugging someone
and of being hugged.

i have one at least once a week.
Pouya 4d
Another dot,
in the notebook of my life,
just a moment,
just a mark.

It hurt,
I know.
But no real harm was done,
just the ache of growth.

Change your glasses,
shift the frame,
and watch your mind
rearrange the pain.
B 5d
Its getting worse, I know
Worse enough to never show
Hurts with only the lightest blow
The scars can only continue to grow
I’ve never been good at life
Stand back and watch my knife
The emotions I feel can only stife
When I lean back, and feel the knife
Knife and knife go together
Feeling down and dank in this weather
It's sunny out but oh so tethered
The head brings my blade out
Makes my wounds peel
And kills my spirit
The deeper I go, the better I feel
The lingering pain, will only make me gain
Lost Dreamer May 14
Why do we fear,
the ones who hold us dear?
They love us, sure,
but, do they know us anymore?
They see the fake,
cause' that's all they can take.
So, in the end,
We're alone again.
But, do not fear,
for I am here,
to comfort all your sorrows away.
Lost Dreamer May 14
I have a feeling,
that it's all gonna crash.
It's all gonna burn,
just like trash.
It'll all disappear,
but I have no fear.
For I have lived through this once before,
and I don't like it there,
not anymore.
This series of "Unreleased Thoughts" is just gonna be all the poems that I have never wanted to show the world, but, in the end, decided to release them. No context. No specific point. Just my thoughts that are now out there.
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