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Aurora 1d
I was surrounded by darkness.
I closed my eyes, hoping for a saviour—my knight in shining armour.
There you were, showering me with love and care.
There I was, blinded by my own glimpse of imagination.

When times were tough, I closed my eyes and ran into your arms.
You held me close and wiped my tears; I felt so safe in your embrace.
I didn’t want to let go, even when I knew you weren’t real.

I gave you a name, added yours to mine.
I gave you a family, added me to yours.
I gave you a job, and associated with you.
I gave you a dream, and helped you follow.
I made you a hero—and me, your heroine.

You were so perfect, so charming.
You had all the answers to my problems.
The voices around me told me to wake—but I couldn’t, wouldn’t.
Because some part of me knew I’d lose you the moment I did…..
running myself ragged
i won't stop until i grasp it
pondering won't solve anything
pigeoning at least brings me peace
even when i'm tired i'll keep going
don't worry anymore, jellyfish
Click clack
Sliding of beads
So therapeutic
To see how this became that
What makes up the whole
                           Touch each fraction

No need for equation of form
To find value of one emotion
                               Against a known
Or
Tangents
Or
Ometries
When the only calculus of interest
                                    Is sum of self
Dom Mar 25
This path is imperfect
Cracks along the pavement,
There are downed trees -
Whose roots reach and cry for life
Graceful strides still give way
As obstacles startle into a free fall
And fall I have, but I’ve risen
Too many times to count,
Excised upon the scars seen and hidden,
But scars remind us that healing conquers wounds
And I’ll never be vanquished by lesser demons.

The path is arduous, long.
Each step forward is a gladiator march
Gauntlet of all the world can throw
In an arena meant for one,
Strength often fails the stalwart
I’ve fallen to a knee more than once,
Parched from a dehydrated atmosphere,
Suffocated from toxic energy,
Left in a heap of lost lives,
But I always keep an extra to play this game.

The path is never-ending
A winding labyrinth,
A garden maze in midsummer bloom
While Autumnal air carries death in potpourri depth
The fork coalesces here at the confluence
A Liminal divide, a decision prescribed
Will I tow the line, onward into the familiar
Or step into the unknown, where the fog betrays space
An endless haze in the great dark expanse -
A shallow sigh, and a reprise of the role
Soldier on, into the great unknown
Tomorrow the path will bend to me.
Aaron Beedle Mar 23
When water became water, not lemon and lime,
I drank for the pleasure, not to pass time.

When bread became bread, not pizza and cake,
I'm hearing my stomach, and it needs a break.

When danger becomes danger, not fear on a screen,
I stopped checking corners for foes unseen.

When fire becomes fire, not mirrors and smoke,
my friends sit together, and nurture our hope.

When food becomes famine, and future unknown,
we'll treasure our friends, instead of our homes.
About: About breaking free of the conditioning of living in a very consumerist society.
Aaron Beedle Mar 17
Hope is for the hopeful
pain is for the hurt
fear is for the child inside
sweat is for the work
song is for the listener
and voices for the listened
Home is for where love resides
only found inside.
In the images we create,
we ****** a part away from fate.

In each act we are alive
and in between our quiet minds
will find some reason we are silent
thoughts turned dark, thoughts turned violent.

Prayer for the faithful
soaring for the soul
how can we bestow these gifts
isn't that the goal?
Not to ask the bird to fly,
the wolf to bear its claws,
but to ask the kind to fight
and the killer to know remorse.

To change one mind might seem so modest
of a billion minds on the planet,
But even to change a single mind
would improve the world that we inhabit.
Who decided it was crazy,
To capture yourself in a poem?
I must have missed that part,
When I read the rulebook you wrote.

The fact is I am a defacto poet,
So when I write poems that you read,
Don't slander me like you could do it better.
So hold your tongue,
Till it's your poem you read with it.
Everyone who wishes to criticize something should try it first.
AWURAA Jan 16
So I did it again,
once again I played the victim.
I did it ever so slightly but her eyes are too clear;
as she knows better.

My Character is my greatest fault yet my greatest beauty.
I am working on it, we are working on it,
He is working on me, He is working through me,
yet when I fall, I fall so blatantly that all can see.

I lock myself in my mind.
Replaying moments of:
what if I did; what if I did not.

NO.

I am wrong.
I have come to the conclusion that most times I am wrong.
Growing older I must accept that I am wrong and seek to change
this mindset that causes me to act out of line.
When I say 'He' I am referring to God.
This is all apart of my walk in relationship with  Him
savoring earl grey
my pen rests
between Masters
Kas Oct 2024
Composed of fragments large and small;
A patchwork heart that learns to crawl
Through tangled fears, and broken dreams.
Like art from tears—not what it seems.

And while my seams are pulled apart,
By my own, *****, little heart—
With fractured thoughts and restless mind,
the damage wrought, will mend in time.
We are more than our trauma, and we will pick ourselves up, and put ourselves back together, because we deserve better than the suffering.
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