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I've never trusted anyone as much as I trust my pen and paper. Not even myself.
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May 6
May 6, 2026 at 4:54 PM UTC
Trust
The first time I showed my grandmother my poetry, she looked me straight in the eye and said, "You know poets die young." I tried to push it away for years, just crazy words, from a dementia-suffering old woman. Now I can find the truth in the words. We are a community of wandering souls, looking for a place to call home, looking for someone to love that will love us back. We're a group of people who hide pain, who shove it into words, as we cry silent tears, every day becoming heavier under the weight of the world. No wonder we die young.
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Jun 18, 2025
Jun 18, 2025 at 8:29 PM UTC
poets die young
Suicide looks prettier at night it convinces you that The street lights Will die With you Whispers in your ear All the things you beg To not hear It reminds you of the things You can never forget Drills it into your skull Until it's all that's left It ties you up Keeps you alone Cuts off your fingers And smashes your phone It leaves you to sit by yourself in the dark To watch the stars Cry themselves to sleep It puts on some makeup to cover its tears And speaks with you about your fears You tell it everything How could you not? It's so pretty and calm the night sets the scene: a romantic night A knife on the table And pills in the drink A noose acts as our light As we chat about things You share your deepest secrets And it listens, never talks Let's you talk until your voice is lost at the end of the night It leaves with a kiss But your still tied up And you start to miss The company Of suicide
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Jun 3, 2025
Jun 3, 2025 at 5:05 PM UTC
Suicide looks prettier at night
I may be patient, but nothing close to love sick – Mind my twisted thoughts, to the twist of my hand; The handy character, still carrying their tender wrist – My heart beats true, to the beat of being so tender – But it’s so hard, learning to love those I long to hate, And I always ask myself, “can I really do all of this” Yet, I don’t expect the purest of love from a heart – A wicked place; a hollow that can pompously say, “I love you,” with deceitful lips. Actions speak louder than words; as your actions All carry their own intentions, that you choose not To whisper them all – __only the heart knows!__
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Apr 30, 2025
Apr 30, 2025 at 5:14 PM UTC
The heart knows!
do you love me Bipolar – My heart is in a bit of disorder; ordering my emotions, suspended by the winds blowing me into my Mood swings. Does loving me sometimes feel too irrational – do I give you a sense of Phobia; I cannot Lie; I have _thanatophobia_ and the someone I love, that I fear losing - in All honesty, is losing myself to _Love…_
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Feb 6, 2025
Feb 6, 2025 at 4:55 AM UTC
thanatophobia
Soft glow, a flicker, shadows dance, Whispers soft, a gentle hand, Eyes that meet, a tender gaze, Lost in love, in an endless maze. Candlelight casts a warm embrace, Time stands still, in this sweet space, Hearts entwined, a silent vow, Love's pure flame, forever now. As the night deepens, stars above, Sealed with kisses, born of love, In this moment, time takes flight, Candlelight's magic, burning bright.
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Jan 23, 2025
Jan 23, 2025 at 1:07 AM UTC
Candlelight's Magic (2024)
I have this overwhelming feeling A loneliness I can’t escape Long days, with thoughts of you I’m falling in love with you again I don’t know if you will ever know How it is to have someone forever in your thoughts You consume my existence As my heart cries out, hoping you will hear Morning hues, a sunrise that brings me light Remind me of you, your palette of choice Your brushstrokes upon the canvas Tells the tale of your heart Can you feel, The warmth of my heart? How it beats for you? The longing that is deeply engraved upon it? I am so very lonely Yet my feelings remain unchanged An overflowing cup that never empties As I fall in love with you, again, every day anew The sun sets, the night sky Your darkened palette Brushstrokes painted by the pale moonlight As the end grows near for the long day You are So Far Away My feelings are eternal, never letting go As I wake every morning to your colors As I retire every evening to darkened skies My heart yearns for thee Unchanged feelings Can you feel my love across this distance? The quantum entanglement of our souls? I have fallen in love with you, every day A year of longing Ten months of love-filled thoughts So far away, but always in my heart
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Jan 23, 2025
Jan 23, 2025 at 12:58 AM UTC
So Far Away (2024)
must you love me – accident prone; it could be my clumsy self that made me fall in love. you hate smokers, around you; I really hope I’m not too much of a drag yet the laughter, and the sun follow you around like smoke– addicted, they must love you _And she asked me:_ “darling, do you think you could handle me,” while twisting my thoughts by the handle to my heart’s door – that’s my handful; being handy to remind you, your eyes are beautiful. but I always seem too naked with my thoughts, would you bear with me, be bare with me stripped of false disguise – let me know your inner child from your mother’s womb. the heat of your body that fires the spark between us both; aroused in your presence, and yearning for more, by the lack there of. pen words of worth to penetrate your thoughts, rising up in anticipation to that sensual mountaintop, as your passion is to spasm for me, in this naked trust of love                      _in this very moment, we are one._
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Jan 21, 2025
Jan 21, 2025 at 6:23 AM UTC
Naked love
The canvas of our lives, a year of shades, Of stormy hues and shadows deeply laid. But through the tempest, hand in hand we stayed, Our love a beacon, fear and doubt allayed. You, my artist, with colors bold and bright, Painted resilience, bathed our world in light. Your strokes of courage, turning darkest night, Into a dawn where hope and love ignited. My sweetest addiction, your soul, a vibrant hue, My strongest inspiration, forever seeing you. There's no mountain high, no challenge we can't subdue. As long as you are mine, forever and anew. For you, my love, I'll climb the highest peak, A loyal guide, the work my heart will speak. My best friend, my confidante, forever meek, Whenever you may need me, I will never forsake. I'll cherish every moment, every whispered phrase, Your laughter, your tears, the love that softly sways. Each passing day, my love for you ablaze, A fire burning brighter in a wondrous haze. The world may dim, but with you, my love's aflame, Chasing shadows, whispering your name. A dream come true, erasing every pain, My sweetest addiction, forever and again. I'll hold you close, my love, a tender embrace, Never letting go, this love with find it's place. In every sunrise, every moonlit space, My love for you, a timeless, sacred grace.
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Jan 20, 2025
Jan 20, 2025 at 10:53 PM UTC
Through it All (2025)
_pink blossoms_ – in the forest of thoughts; I seem so lost. as a storyteller, I must have consumed a library, every day is a memory of all that you’ve learned, and the scriptures on your skin of the Word where true prophecy reigns – the taste of one’s future rains, watering faith’s garden. you beautiful tragedy, making blissful mistakes – life hurts and stresses you out with heavy thoughts of tomorrow, that you seem too scared to even let down your hair; it's an anchor yet in these pink blossoms, any piece of hope blossoms like a blush on your face – when the slightest beauty smiles back at your worried face… weary child, go and pray.
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Jan 18, 2025
Jan 18, 2025 at 3:47 PM UTC
pink blossom prayer
To write is a boon its something too slow, yet something too soon. its a lover's plea, its the desire to be free. its somewhat like a jewel, so precious, yet so cruel. Is to write a boon or a bane? words and text, formed like a chain to others, just a page, to you, emotions in a cage. it breaks people from the inside, tears were flown as they were trying to hide. Poetry is something like a burning fire, it's deceiving and thieving, it can be pure but truly a liar. its heartless and repeating, so alive but so dull as the words are bleeding. Face of a reader, with agony in his heart. mind of a poet, is what sets him apart. misery is for those, who cannot survive its for those who are barely alive. let your conscious grow higher, look into the words as your throat goes dryer. think of, when you read, the face of whom you admire. to write is a boon, men cry, women swoon. more or less, like talking to the moon.
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Jun 2, 2023
Jun 2, 2023 at 5:02 AM UTC
to write is a boon.
Anyone can write a poem I mean, they’ve never passed a law and with the quick access to paper and all. Of course, the serial poet’s the danger that keeps us up at night - someone lacking the gene for rhyme control. Normal people can’t imagine such wonton, naked promiscuity with words. It’s best that we ignore them - to nip it in the bud. A real collective effort is required - let us build institutional archives - yes - we’ll call them libraries - to lock such verse away - may it never again see the light of day. If you catch a child with a pencil, slap it out of their little hand because we cannot start too early in discouraging needless rhyme. This public service announcement - pointing out this new “poetry” trend - was made for the benefit of all.
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Dec 4, 2021
Dec 4, 2021 at 10:38 AM UTC
poetry!
I want to write a song I want to be a songwriter I want to dream a dream I want to be a dreamer I want to write a poem I want to be a poet I want my poetry to be spread So that someone will finally feel it The eyes are sparkling with too much glam Who has the power to achieve it? The heart is burdened with too much pain Who has the power to enter it? Then to heal it? Then to return it to its original keeper. Because she lost it while she was floating in gold Golden dreams would never find its way to her miserable heart Her miserable heart that wishes to be it all But here she is, here she goes Writing about her inability to let her dreams out of this ripped gray closet She writes them down in her white screen Perhaps someday, somebody will find it, Will find it rare.
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Sep 7, 2021
Sep 7, 2021 at 6:59 PM UTC
Rare
Look outside, It's a beautiful morning The sun is shining so bright Birds singing so sweet Flowers blooming so beautiful Butterflies flying so colorful. Take a deep breath, Put a smile on your face Think how blessed you are. You'll never have this day again. Start this day with a new hope. Leave every bad memories behind, Live this day like its your last. Make it incredible as far as you can Smile, enjoy this day.at least you can try. And don't wait for a better tomorrow Let's make a better today
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Mar 28, 2021
Mar 28, 2021 at 10:15 AM UTC
Live today
If your feelings to be wild, language must be wild. හැඟීම් වල්වැඳිමට නම් භාෂාව වල්වැඳිය යුතුය.
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Sep 19, 2020
Sep 19, 2020 at 5:10 AM UTC
Fact
Your deceitful words and actions will forever be in my mind. They hurt like hell but thank to them i stand unblind And realize with pain, that you were never mine You ask for a forgivness i can never give, Despite how much our voices we crave with that we shall ever live. You left me with a fear i've never felt, Your pain made me forget how i used to melt in your gaze, but now my heart for peace only prays...
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May 10, 2020
May 10, 2020 at 12:23 AM UTC
Peace
no wrong love no more harm no more... anymore Goodbye ♥
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Mar 30, 2020
Mar 30, 2020 at 2:19 PM UTC
No more !
I just sometimes want you always but not forever !
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Mar 18, 2020
Mar 18, 2020 at 7:45 AM UTC
Reflection
My words to all of you " Dear Poets "; Please, be and stay safe <3 Blessed !
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Mar 17, 2020
Mar 17, 2020 at 5:30 AM UTC
This is not a poem
Isn't this what you wanted - This voice, does it help? No matter, what's been written - Best keep it to yourself Your words, yes you with the pen - Tell truths best unsent, let it die You opened this door, To a world made to hide Friends who knew better Gone, left you behind Family, leave them Less burdened by whys Madness, you have it - They need not admire Talk to yourself Alone they are fine I said, talk to yourself Alone they're just fine
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May 9, 2019
May 9, 2019 at 9:51 AM UTC
A broken mind to a mournful heart
Born of mind and heart and folded by the soul, thus a poets words are forged. Cast upon the fickle breeze or dispersed by howling gale, perhaps to find new minds and hearts in which to grow.
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Mar 27, 2019
Mar 27, 2019 at 4:48 AM UTC
Seeds
“How come the saddest writes Seem to get all the likes?” There’s literally a proverb for that, Misery loves company; Even in the 21st century.
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Jan 14, 2019
Jan 14, 2019 at 6:57 AM UTC
Proverb
*Baby, Look at all we have, Can't you see i'm your better half? When the world is falling apart, Who has been there to hold your heart? When the light seems dim, I've shown you the way by caressing your golden skin & when the air gets cold, I've given you my whole body for you to hold Baby, please tell me you still feel love when i look into your eyes, because i can't take no more lies...*
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Oct 21, 2018
Oct 21, 2018 at 11:35 PM UTC
Better Half
Rejected? Exterior? I'm not affected But deep down The pain is profound I need to stop doing this I'm ruining my friendships I'm not exposing myself out of bliss... Yet, i'm ruining my friendships He needs to treat you best You ain't like the rest Your kindness... Was the reason for my blindness I wish you all the best **** I'm done with these tests...
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Oct 21, 2018
Oct 21, 2018 at 6:09 PM UTC
Tests!