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Ruhlar… ruhumun nehri. souls fall into the dark well, O death-keeper— where every soul becomes a book, and every page remembers every lament .
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Dec 8, 2025
Dec 8, 2025 at 12:02 AM UTC
Ruhlar...
She spoke not loud, but with the gravity of oceans. “I am a keeper,” she said, “but I will never beg to be kept.” And the air trembled, as if truth itself had found a body. She was no storm, yet the sky bent to her calm. No flame, yet her warmth undressed the dark. Those who heard her forgot their names, for her words were not commands, but revelations a mirror held to every heart that ever mistook possession for love. “I am,” she whispered, “a temple, not a tether. Stay, if you can worship but never if you wish to own.” And from that moment, silence itself became her disciple.
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Nov 5, 2025
Nov 5, 2025 at 10:30 PM UTC
Her Voice
in better times, I remember I began getting quite arrested, like a ****** susp., by Harmonía, which keeps serving to this day as a source of both psychic sunlight and real enjoyment (sometimes) which is somewhat funny co[ɑ]mbined with the fact it was a summer month I started getting more in—volved in thI̲s diversion summer twenty fourteen which means she's something I have bE̲E̲n exploring for... um... already more than a decade, like rotten souls of autocratic rogues ["decayed"] but it's a mite bigger story given the fA̲ct I'd known and been sort of into her some years before then she can be so diverse, from natural to artificial & including parts of both plenty of heartbeat types & tempos and vibes: from nice & mellow to harsh & evil, from bright to dismal from refined & regal to energized & feral she can pep up automotive-buzz-replete strolls she's there for you in times you feel low and any kind of insult is something she won't ever do, unlike a lo[ɑ]t of people; I can hardly be called jolly, like a harlequin lo[ɑ]cked within walls of a ******* mental ["Harley Quinn"; "Gotham"] asylum, but, like an environment fa[ɛ]natic in a paradisiacal la[ɛ]nd replete with scenes of natural grace, I'm pleased ["blissed"] that I̲ had a cha[ɛ]nce to be introduced to her; and all the gO̲O̲d 'bout her cited through the verse is why I'm glued to her not a single day of mine is thrO̲U̲gh sans her but if you think I'm alluding to[—]wards a close other, you have sure misunderstood the verse (some of it) [Unlike Pluto has a tune being, as it's stated by him, "a love song as a metaphor for alcoholism"] [it's called "Ethel", which is a homophone for "ethyl"] ———————————————————————————————— for I'm not one with a people-oriented frame of mind, but a music nerd with a broad extent of taste for music, but one whO̲ prefers mostly middle-paced and boomy forms of it, such as midtempo bass midtechno, EDM glitch hop, moombahcore drift phonk ******** like a bimbo's brain moombahton, & 2000s reggaeton but some years ago, when old & new reports of injustices of the human world next to the discontent of daily adult-hood were serv— —ing as ****** fuel in terms of the ignition of the stupid urge to get something (boo!) destroyed to bring against injustice-contributing jerks retribution earned a craze for more dark-sounding, brutal sorts of tunes was formed as a substitution for destruction, like any amusement's purp. ["distraction"; "purpose"] along with music, another gO̲O̲d means for getting through the murk has been, like when a whip's coming thrO̲U̲gh keen curves sideways with its wheels sliding through the course of it, creative writing, putting words (mislead) ["creative riding"; "ᵖᵤᵗᵢⁿ words"] into this seductive-looking form (indeed) ———————————————————————————————— and I really was thinking after the last done work (that killing joke tale) that I won't manage to craft one more (usual thoughts) took 'round three & a half months burned (for the most part) and the thought of o[ɑ]bligation to wha[ʌ]t's been saving me from ending up in a darker place in order to undertake an—other rhyme creation hopefully, like that racing co[ɑ]ntest on Terminal Island, I'll have some more to show that's something I am not sure of, though ["mortal show"; the "Death Race" show from the same-titled movie]
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Apr 25, 2025
Apr 25, 2025 at 9:42 AM UTC
Harmonía ("obliged" rhymefall) [might be edited, expanded]
in better times, I remember I began getting quite arrested, like a ****** susp., by Harmonía, which keeps serving to this day as a source of both psychic sunlight and real enjoyment (sometimes) which is somewhat funny co[ɑ]mbined with the fact it was a summer month I started getting more in—volved in thI̲s diversion summer twenty fourteen which means she's something I have bE̲E̲n exploring for... um... already more than a decade, like rotten souls of autocratic rogues ["decayed"] but it's a mite bigger story given the fA̲ct I'd known and been sort of into her some years before then she can be so diverse, from natural to artificial & including parts of both plenty of heartbeat types & tempos and vibes: from nice & mellow to harsh & evil, from bright to dismal from refined & regal to energized & feral she can pep up automotive-buzz-replete strolls she's there for you in times you feel low and any kind of insult is something she won't ever do, unlike a lo[ɑ]t of people; I can hardly be called jolly, like a harlequin lo[ɑ]cked within walls of a ******* mental ["Harley Quinn"; "Gotham"] asylum, but, like an environment fa[ɛ]natic in a paradisiacal la[ɛ]nd replete with scenes of natural grace, I'm pleased ["blissed"] that I̲ had a cha[ɛ]nce to be introduced to her; and all the gO̲O̲d 'bout her cited through the verse is why I'm glued to her not a single day of mine is thrO̲U̲gh sans her but if you think I'm alluding to[—]wards a close other, you have sure misunderstood the verse (some of it) [Unlike Pluto has a tune being, as it's stated by him, "a love song as a metaphor for alcoholism"] [it's called "Ethel", which is a homophone for "ethyl"] ———————————————————————————————— for I'm not one with a people-oriented frame of mind, but a music nerd with a broad extent of taste for music, but one whO̲ prefers mostly middle-paced and boomy forms of it, such as midtempo bass midtechno, EDM glitch hop, moombahcore drift phonk ******** like a bimbo's brain moombahton, & 2000s reggaeton but some years ago, when old & new reports of injustices of the human world next to the discontent of daily adult-hood were serv— —ing as ****** fuel in terms of the ignition of the stupid urge to get something (boo!) destroyed to bring against injustice-contributing jerks retribution earned a craze for more dark-sounding, brutal sorts of tunes was formed as a substitution for destruction, like any amusement's purp. ["distraction"; "purpose"] along with music, another gO̲O̲d means for getting through the murk has been, like when a whip's coming thrO̲U̲gh keen curves sideways with its wheels sliding through the course of it, creative writing, putting words (mislead) ["creative riding"; "ᵖᵤᵗᵢⁿ words"] into this seductive-looking form (indeed) ———————————————————————————————— and I really was thinking after the last done work (that killing joke tale) that I won't manage to craft one more (usual thoughts) took 'round three & a half months burned (for the most part) and the thought of o[ɑ]bligation to wha[ʌ]t's been saving me from ending up in a darker place in order to undertake an—other rhyme creation hopefully, like that racing co[ɑ]ntest on Terminal Island, I'll have some more to show that's something I am not sure of, though ["mortal show"; the "Death Race" show from the same-titled movie]
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dawn breaking the black sky I opened my heavy weepers expecting her under blue satin sheets all smiles or laying still, sleeping my keeper keeping the orange ball peeks out the barren hill tops and in the walls of my sweaty, red skull I drove deeper there, I searched the darkness for my keeper in lue of her emerald greens I see reaping the reaper the yellow tentacles of the morning star now slash so, I threw my stare wide onto the bedroom sweeping for her, the female that keeps for many a times, she'd play hide and seek but no game, I felt death wound me inside mercury rising reaches its peak with the summer star from gentle kisses 'til noon to zoomed the reaper the reaping it was in the huge cavity of my room where the crossbones and skull spelled out d.o.o.m. no longer my keeper, but the finest of reapers
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Feb 21, 2025
Feb 21, 2025 at 9:26 AM UTC
Sunday Morning
You saved me yesterday When the rolling clouds were dark The wind, like a hurricane, Was whipping through my heart It was beating just as loud as the thunder over head All i felt was dread The ground shook with emotion While i tried to hold it in But my mind felt like exploding from the pain that i was in Then you, stranger, walked on by And took me by surprise Grabbed my hand, pulled me up,  looked into my eyes All you said was 'hi' And i felt that could breathe My heart, though it stayed racing Stopped pounding in my sleep Angry clouds above me Started to evaporate The walls that surrounded me Began to dissipate And though the world was shining Once again renewed I couldn't take my eyes off of the beauty that was you
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Jun 22, 2024
Jun 22, 2024 at 11:36 AM UTC
Yesterday
I need someone who will hold my hand When he felt that life is getting tough. Someone who will understand by just staring in my cold eyes To lift my mood without using sweet lies. Because I only wanted to feel that I am more than just enough. There are lots of things that I wanted and needed, And I don't think that I deserve it. Something's missing, I wasn't perfect. But there was you who made me feel that I wasn't lacking of something.
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Apr 16, 2024
Apr 16, 2024 at 4:10 AM UTC
There Was You
time is sand to the gaps through my fingers air to a drifting feather a current to the water it seeps through it flows it wipes off never keeps tracks nor leaves prints never tangible nor stays still the closest we can get is a swirl of its moments the stretched writings of the faint memories it keeps you on your toes it leaves you breathless it never stays as it was
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Aug 21, 2022
Aug 21, 2022 at 5:26 AM UTC
never as it was
Within the garden of my heart A fragile flower grows How much light is needed It seems that no one knows Some days it blooms Fiery and bright like the sun Other days it withers Before the day's even begun A deep and dark soil looms below Complexity colors the delicate petals A gentle breeze allows for dancing And in the silence it settles My heart seeks a caretaker One with a gentle hand As such rough manipulation It can barely withstand This little flower needs love most With a true and steady touch Tis the soft caress of a keeper This heart has needed so much
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Jun 13, 2020
Jun 13, 2020 at 7:54 PM UTC
A Keeper
And he believed and found the magic in me Then flew me into his floral wonderland He held my hand and lit the torch The hope I’d use to light the darkness of my thoughts A bright beacon to tame my beast A gardener unafraid to touch my heart of thorns
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May 1, 2020
May 1, 2020 at 9:57 PM UTC
A Keeper
If you have a friend who stays with you through your worst they are a keeper.
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Apr 17, 2020
Apr 17, 2020 at 2:39 PM UTC
Friend
Shredded gold and silver flakes it’s all been sold, from land to lakes. I’m running up quite a bill stationed up on my window ceil, bargaining with Bungalow Bill asking for a discounted thrill. Vacant roads and silent trees these heavy loads buckling my knees. I couldn’t walk one more pace, not known to finish a race, I’ll forfeit before taking last place then blame my undone shoe lace. Within a half awake state, I scribbled explanations too late, they weren’t worthy or close to justified. I’m just a chaser to bait, too far behind at this rate, but I’m sworn to the end so I abide. A Prism view or black and white, soft morning dew, or a starry night. Which one should I prefer, if they both blend and blur, I sought the opinion from her but accepted the first to occur. I’m under the tree, the one from our seed, taught me to see but not to read, so I decipher each calligraphic, with details too specific, undesired outcome so prolific my mind allows me to trick it. There was more life in the tears that stood back waiting for years, only to greet their moment on the floor. Falling down while nobody steers, halting the joints and the gears, and I will cover the space under the door. We will equally share this burden, lights off and close the curtain, I’ll hide my breaths within the thunder. Hastily halt then proceed to hearten, and though I’m still very uncertain, I’ll let doubt pull and drag me under.
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Jul 26, 2019
Jul 26, 2019 at 4:30 AM UTC
The Keeper of the Yellow Card
Let's go to a place that we don't know. Take my hand and never let go. Just the two of us is all that we need. Baby your love is all I can keep.
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May 25, 2019
May 25, 2019 at 1:26 PM UTC
Away & awake
Sin is a real evidence keeper Expose it to your equals Or it will eat you
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Jan 22, 2019
Jan 22, 2019 at 9:43 AM UTC
Keeper
Creeping crawling Waiting stalking... You sit there in wait As if a planned date Of which, I do not know Why are you staring little crow? You sit and watch beating hearts 'Til the harvest starts I almost tune out the evil laugh That you bellow from deep within your wrath And almost forget where you reside That is, within me, deep inside Your jar of souls collected slowly You take your time being unholy You go into hibernation away from the watchful cavists You do not mind though, for winters calm brings great Spring harvests You feast and feast devouring bit by bit You take piece by piece encouraging me to submit Fighting the pain, Fighting in vein... Tearing me down, nonstop As if I your crop Little crow caws in joyous evil song Release me from your grasp, I beg all night long You come and go And reap what I sow Taking my strength and will to fight Chomping down into flesh throughout the night Released once more, you hide away again I almost forget, but you have written it in permanent pen You wrote "Never forget, sweet child, I am you keeper. Sincerely, The Soul Reaper."
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Jan 10, 2019
Jan 10, 2019 at 10:42 AM UTC
My keeper
A gravekeeper by trade burying the dead to stay alive with a green thumb and ***** the unused earth oh how it strives! Fat tubers and roots green leaves with red veins small vines sprouting fruits even a small section for grains The gravekeeper never goes hungry his family never starves he loves living in the country and his plot of earth that he carves One day two fresh dead and a rat, maybe two scampered by soon a sickness to be widespread day by day how that multiplied! More bodies into the earth how did his garden shrink he was crying and crying this gravekeeper didn't know what to think! Should he be happy for business should he be sad for the loss is he crying for his vegetables or is he crying for the bodies that are tossed Little by little did the green become stone his loved ones feast on a diet of worms now he, a lonely gardener of bones sits and watches as his world burns
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Nov 15, 2018
Nov 15, 2018 at 8:47 AM UTC
A ***** a *****
If you ever meet someone who tries so hard to stick by you through your difficult moments, do me a favor, please... Keep them. I beg you, please, no matter what happens you've gotta keep them; because it ain't easy to find someone who cares enough to look past your flaws and accept you for who you actually are.
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Aug 24, 2018
Aug 24, 2018 at 6:52 PM UTC
Keep(h)er.
"Swear on your life you'll never tell a soul! SWEAR!" The more they trust, the more I hear. Sorry to make you repeat, couldn't hear you clear. Yes I'll hold this dear, But promise me you'll become clean. What did I just see, I didn't mean to hide these true things, No I mean...please just hear me Out...no please don't, there's no need to scream and shout! I did it for you I didn't mean to hurt your heart and send you into these deep thoughts. I....
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Jun 27, 2018
Jun 27, 2018 at 12:20 AM UTC
Lying Healer
She's mine, mine to keep She's in too deep I promise i'll be a tease Slice and dice you'll beg me please
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Jun 19, 2018
Jun 19, 2018 at 6:41 PM UTC
My Demons
Anna's pov while she is dead For a long time I nearly failed Then inexplicably I began the long steep climb upward My last chance But someone took my place There were times I stayed To listen to my mother cry Then one morning My mother realized that we had everything Immediately I felt like I had a shrine Jesse, sitting on the couch said,"She would have thought it was funny" The bitter sore memory that someone has left this world You are still in it Then one day you look down and see how much pain Kate's pov as she's alive I wonder if Anna lingered in the spaces between the words I wonder if she knows That Daddy fell deep after she left I wonder if she knows that every time I see two little girls I think of us
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Jun 4, 2018
Jun 4, 2018 at 11:40 AM UTC
I Wonder If She Knows
I say learn to practice what you preach You have no rights to tear other people down Remember this life is a long sandy beach Each man has a unique print of his own. So learn to always show love and support No man is an Island, the famous adage says, Brother-keeping is what life's entirely about And kindness is a blessed seed sown for better days. Love your neighbor as thyself, the good book says How long will we go contrary to this universal law, Commanded by God Himself since ancient of days? A law in which he invested time and love to draw. So where is humanity, where is that universal love? It's time for the strong to give the weak a helping hand The seed of love is the will of the Most High from above So let love become that unique footprint left in the sand. #Vanguard-Poetry23 ©️✍️ #IvanBrookspoetry©️ twitter @ivanclappers #IvanBrooksquotes©️ follower,like,share
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Jan 9, 2018
Jan 9, 2018 at 12:07 AM UTC
Footprints In The Sand