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Snow drifts from the sky,
Kissing the ground,
Nature’s soundproofing.
Nobody else is awake,
And it’s mere minutes until the sun
Begins to stretch into the sky.
I sit in almost total darkness,
Watching flakes in the streetlight.
My hands are wrapped around a mug,
And within it is some hot chocolate
I know you’ll love.

Draped around my shoulders is your blanket,
Perfect camouflage in the pre-dawn.
At my feet sits your hoodie,
The one I wear every day.
Not a day goes by
That I wish it was you in it and not me.
A little blue penguin in a cute sailor hat keeps me company
Until you arrive.
I close my eyes
And whisper to myself,
‘Less than two weeks, love.
Two weeks, and we can be together.’

But until then here I will sit,
Counting down the days still left.
I’m not sad, for once.
In these pre-dawn hours I’m serene,
Patiently waiting for our brief reuniting.
I hope we have at least one night like this,
Just awake and enjoying the silence.

I hear my parents beginning to stir, and I retreat.
My pre-dawn reprieve has ended.
I only have a few more of these left,
Until you join me in these
Silent hours.
What, 10 days now? I can't wait, Love <3
My eyes see two
Two screens reflect my life
Yet I live, consumed by only one
The other is too painful to gaze upon

I may be strung on what seems
By staring at the screen
But I am still aware of the two people I pretend to be

Who am I?
I can see myself more clearly
More refined
More enhanced
More touched up
More perfected
More filtered
More...less flawed
I can see clear
I have never been able to see myself more

That other screen hides in the shadows
It is broken glass

Why is it that I can see myself more than ever, and yet not see myself at all?
I've fallen in love with Self-Deprecation.
I found her teetering the edge
of Self-Destruction

Testing Her limits with every acquaintance.

She lets Her life hang in the doorframe
either land on her feet
or the knot takes Her name

Teasing bad decisions with Svedka soaked sexts.

I've fallen in love with inception.
I left Self in an echo of a room
against cement bricks of incarceration.
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It's not full circle when its a spiral to the top
No longer afraid to face the abyss I left behind
Let it face me and see what it can learn
Maybe a small fraction of my memory is devoted to shining a flattering light
Or maybe it's just a quaint thing from my story
That tears through pure distaste and offers something sweet
I've missed my car, I've missed the conversation
But now there's nothing left for me to say...
Our wavelengths will always be slightly off
I've learned to accept it. Keep it stored away
the stuff I thought was real
Cc Sep 25
I looked longingly...
Wrongly. Comparing myself---
When love is enough.
Was hard fitting this large emotion into a short haiku. Late to the game learning this lesson.
Lyn-Purcell Sep 24
I'm now in week 2
Learned about Instagram
Curious but bored
Hard to believe that I'm in week 2 already.
Today went fast but I was slightly bored tbh.
Personally speaking, I'm no fan of Instagram. I don't think I'll use it...
Just not for me. I don't really like taking pics and sharing them...
Anyway, got alot of work to do!
Be back soon, folks!
Lyn ***
Aaron LaLux Sep 20
I’m drunk and surfing dating sites,
what a terrible combination,
what the heck happened to us humans anyways,
it’s 2018 and I’m online looking for a date what a predicament,

online but outta line,
not inline but still finding the time to go offline,
on nature walks where Nature talks,
telling me that it’s not all about the money and the fame,

depressed as fck but I guess that’s a blessing,
gives me the motivation I need,
to write these lines inline with the divine,
so I guess that makes me one with The Divinity,

I’m drunk what the fck,
I don’t even usually drink,
but then again I often do,
things I don’t usually do jeez,

humans are such a strange species,

humans are such a strange species,
but we’ll all be dead in a 100 years anyways,
so who cares take a sip take a trip,
smoke a spliff and let yourself lift,

see they say the only way,
to find your self is to lose your self,
not sure what that means exactly,
but they say a lot of things so oh well,

oh well,
spilling my heart out online,
in my feelings feeling all emo,
can’t have a good time but Lord knows I’m trying,

can’t have a good time or keep it together,
and this constant state of deja vu keeps washing over me,
pouring myself drinks from a bottom of Kettle One,
that was left over from a girl that came over then left me,

but I can’t blame her I probably deserved it,
because I’m damaged goods anyways,
broken hearted so I break hearts,
she should’ve known better anyways,

what’s my point,
this isn’t a poem,
this is a warning,

stay the fck away from me,
let me die in peace,
leave me alone so I can write these words,
so that there’s something left in time when I leave,

going soon,
but until then,
I’ll write these words,
using a laptop instead of a pen,

because it’s 2018,
and everything is strange,
“When I was a kid we didn’t even have cell phones!”,
oh well holmes I guess I have aged,

I’m drunk and surfing dating sites,
what a terrible combination,
what the heck happened to us humans anyways,
it’s 2018 and I’m online looking for a date what a predicament…

∆ Aaron LaLux ∆
I am an escaped prisoner from barred disillusion,
A personable recluse fighting the illusion
Of an introspective extrovert who finds solace in confusion.

I wonder how it is that I find optimism alone,
When collective pessimistic thoughts condone
The woeful tales that howl and moan.

I hear voices of people that aren’t there,
Yet find myself in calmness aware
Despite their tormented accusational affair.

I see ideals living and thriving out there
Even when apathy or indifference ensnare
Battered hearts and worn out minds in despair

I want nothing more than to ‘want’ so desperately
I hold onto desire so restlessly,
That I’ve tired the being of my entity,

I am an anomalous paradox captive to the sea
Where waters churn in active disharmony,
Yet comfort as it may my tranquility.

I pretend that I’ve already staked my global legacy
As if my words, thoughts, and feelings,
Have changed the world entirely.

I feel everything as I believe it should be,
Riding the waves of intensity
In emotionally humble serendipity,

I touch the stars in remote prose,
Wandering the vast expanses without close,
Wherever my mind goes, it goes.

I worry about the future of humanity,
As if I was merely here to watch observantly
From some unknown eternity.

I cry for those in silent pain
With fake smiles of disdain
Who dare not speak for thought in vain.

I am a quiet observer of the human condition
Checking and balancing sedition
Though never granting my submission.

I understand the fallibility of the mind,
Gathering as many perspectives I can find,
Theorizing everything to which I’m inclined.

I say it’s all relative but it’s all relevant
Prone to be dominated by the prevalent
Missing the subtleties that are heaven sent.

I dream when I’m awake through my ideals,
Even when they’re still just spinning wheels,
Hoping they gain traction as time reveals.

I try to be better than the day before,
As that’s the best way to keep score,
When the world has us compared to others so much more.

I hope my legacy is genuine,
I regret nothing even when I sin,
As time wears down my wrinkled grin.

I am only human, to live and to die,
That’s about all we can be or rely,
And honestly this notion breaths me a sigh.
An I Am poem with a little twist
Churning with the shells of critters
Foam infused with flour hues
Reaching and receding
Timeless yet awash in currents
It learns in waves
The perfect pupil
Relying on all it can see
Awash and adrift
Ian Wissler Jul 22
No, I don't want to get a tattoo with you,
I may not have a mark on you, but I'm covered in you.
Our past has brought with it a dizzying myriad of hardships,
Some by my hand, some by yours,
The only difference is I've changed,
And you still lie.

No, I don't want to get a tattoo with you,
Why would I share something so meaningful,
When you keep so many secrets,
Omit my existence to others,
And lie to my face?

No, I don't want to get a tattoo with you,
Because the idea of looking at my body,
And having a permanent memory of our lives,
Is a sickeningly sweet lie I cannot face.

No, I don't want to get a tattoo with you,
It'd be fake, just like our relationship with one another,
A lie we should've gave up on sooner.

No. I don't want to get a tattoo with you.
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