I feel like I can see colors now,
As my world finds its missing piece.
From the depths of my soul, I vow
To cherish you with every heartbeat.

You are engraved in my heart,
Written deep within my soul,
Marked upon my very being—
In my life, you are the goal.

The machines paint pictures of utopia
As mankind
Wages war on its own human mind

Illness in the name of profit
A facade of wellness and wealth
Crystal windchimes, Lambskin underwear
All under ownership of an IOU

We are a pity, and the joke
And nature knows it

I'm catching myself looking out for a cloud. Is it blue, is it pink, is it a dream? I'm looking for it everywhere I can but the ladder won't reach its way
Is it hiding in a forest or maybe wind brings it over
is it in people's hearts because sometimes the cloud isn't that nice
craving the sweetness and the soft texture it's not always a gesture
is the little things I'm searching in the wild, is the little things I'm searching in my heart, it's the things that keep me occupied and the things that can't escape the mind
Cloud is all around I even see it in your smile
what's real and what's an illusion that's my next conclusion
Clouds can have many colors. I see it in every feeling I borrow
I'm just scared one day I will lose the Cloud and the emotion will turn black

i yearn for that feeling
that feeling of wind on your face
caressing your hair
that feeling of the sun beating down
wrapping its warm arms around you
that feeling of serenity
when there’s a beautiful view
you just cant take your eyes off
that feeling of nostalgia
when birds outside your bedroom window
wake you up from a good dream
i yearn for night drives
and music that makes you feel something
i yearn for pure happiness

Last time I logged into this account I was 15, that was in 2020. I am now 20. It is crazy how fast time flies, everything is so incredibly different. I've still got insane poetry, I got way better at drawing if you'd like to see my art, all of my other accounts are @n0t.Salem on most platforms! I'd love to be more active here and post more poetry pertaining to my characters.

Posting some more art soon

Dopamine, drug of choice
Dopamine strengthens my voice
Dopamine, I create a scene
Dopamine a lot of attention
Dopamine to get my fix
I create a scene
Dopamine All Eyez On Me
Dopamine I’m insecure
Dopamine, you are the cure
Dopamine, life itself is dope to me.

Hands are where the hearts are
     Zelensky’s is in his gauche
        Macron’s is in his droit
    Trump’s is in both, because
  He’s holding The Royal Flush