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Oct 2021 · 226
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In the end, It will all fit together.
Oct 2021 · 100
Waking Moments
Waking up, Wondering what the day will bring.
Waking up, Wondering what others will think.
                      Wondering what my mind will think.

Losing it, Losing all sense of reality.
Memories fade, The pain is still buried deep.
Coming apart, The mask has been re-released.
Thoughts still haunt my lack of sleep.

Waking up, Wondering what is reality.
Waking up, Wondering what I did to deserve this blithe.
Waking up, Waking to a reality with her.
In the end, It will all fit together.
Oct 2021 · 174
Cirles.
It's funny, How things always come full circle.
In the end, It will all fit together.
May 2021 · 72
Untitled Poem
"It's funny, How things always come full circle"... This was the single line I had wrote for a poem that didn't have a title and never posted and is still a draft to this day. I had forgotten ever writing it, Yet it is very true. Many believe that surviving your lowest point, Rock bottom, Means things can only become easier. That is never the case, You merely learn how to live with it, The memories, The mistakes. I know that I haven't posted here in a long time, And that mostly is because I've been on writers block, And running. Running from myself, The past, The memories, And mistakes because I don't know how to face them. To face myself. While yes, I could turn this into some poem with lots of imagery, Metaphors, Xcetera, Like how I have had them in the past, It would only be me running. Distractions. Distractions from the main point of the poem. In another poem talking about a glass of water, I mentioned that you sometimes have to look at the whole picture to notice the tiny details, I wrote this because if you focus too much on the tiny details. You will always be blinded to the whole painting. I got into writing poetry due to a quote that I once read in a book; "Learn about art, Captain. Once you understand a species art, You understand that species". This is a Star Wars quote for those of you that don't know. The reason why this got me into writing poetry is because I've always considered poetry a art and I was hoping that I could finally understand myself is it. Only, That isn't the case it seems. I will continue writing "poems" here and there if you can even call what I post here poems, But will most likely stay quite like I have been, Until I am almost completely forgotten once again. I guess in the end, I was correct though, Things do always come full circle, Don't they?

I guess in the end, It will all fit together.
In the end, It will all fit together.
Jan 2020 · 82
Random Poem
Dark cold night and there's a fire burning somewhere in the distance.
Cold yet so peaceful, With the smell of fire in the air.
The lights across the street dimly shine but pale in comparision to you. It's moments like these I wish the most that you were with me so we could enjoy it together my Phoenix.
Unlike the fire, My love for you shall burn for eternity no matter how much rain there is.
Fore it can't rain every day my love, And reading this poem back. I realize how cheesy I am.
Got hot so I opened the window and caught the smell of a fire. With the night being so beautiful, I had to write about it. Then I got to wishing that's my girlfriend was here to experience this moment with me.
I guess in the end, She is the one who is putting me back together.
Oct 2019 · 122
Raven.
I may be a raven with demons eyes...
And a mind twisted by time and those divide...
But my soul still burns of fire, And Death is no longer rapping, Rasping at my chamber door.
You sparked the flame in me, My phoenix.
Therefore I shall help you until Death goes gently rapping, Rasping at another's chamber door.  
Fore I may be a raven with demon eyes and a mind twisted by time and lies but I still have a soul, A soul to create.
And I shall create joy for you if nothing more.
You will fly again my phoenix, As others have flown before.
I am no prophet nor thing of evil.
But I will remain until your fears and sadness haunt you
Nevermore.
In the End, My pieces all fit together.
So will hers, Lest she join the lost Lenore.
May 2019 · 168
"Picture This."
It's funny really, How reality can seem fa k  e,
How Nothing ever is what it se e  m     s.
How the most broken ma s   k     s,
Can still hide a l l o f t h e d e t a i l s ,
In the picture.

And yet, They never knew they were looking at the wrong picture to began with.

Now picture this-
In the End, It will all fit together.
Mar 2019 · 269
Memories.
Memories haunt the mind,
Of a time with blood and grime,
Games of torture and games of the mind.

These are the memories that haunt my mind.
In the End, It all fit together.
Feb 2019 · 284
Untitled
Ties, Lies, and unwanted eyes.
In the End, It will all fit together.
Feb 2019 · 450
Untitled
Nights flies, and old story lies.
In the End, It will all fit together.

I may not be able to post as much this week due to some problems my friend is having.
Feb 2019 · 268
Nights.
Nights with lights always have a price.
In the End, It will all fit together.
Feb 2019 · 278
Announcement. 2/7/19
Sorry I haven't been posting. I've had tests this week and poem posting should be back to normal Monday.
In the End, It will all fit together.
Feb 2019 · 314
Announcement 2/4/19
Sorry, No poem today.
In the End, It will all fit together.
Feb 2019 · 631
Thorns.
Even the the prettiest flowers have their thorns.
In the End, It will all fit together.
Jan 2019 · 177
Lucid Nights.
You wake up in a unfamiliar place, It's happening again.
The story is the same as always, The screams... The Pain... The Death... The Torturer... The limbs being torn away, each cut, each tendon being torn...

You wake up, You're sweating. The room is dark, you check yourself for cuts and blood to find nothing.
The room is cold, you left the window open again.

You try to go back to sleep, but you know there will be no more sleeping tonight.
In the End, It will all fit together.
Jan 2019 · 365
A man in the rain.
The rain d
                   r
                     i
                       p
                         s
                 as the man walks do
                                                        w
                                                             n
     the str e e t,           It is dark, yet light.
                  Night, yet day.

         Thought, and emotion....
  
Knowledge,                                        ­                                          and fear.
        

        "Fear." The thing that can destroy any man.
Or bring them from the ashes.
In the End, It will all fit together.
Jan 2019 · 228
Lights.
Sometimes the brightest light is also the darkest...
And sometimes, the darkest light is also the brightest.
In the End, It will all fit together.
Jan 2019 · 246
Untitled
Some mornings are darker than the nights.
In the End, It will all fit together.
Jan 2019 · 294
Announcement. 1/24/19
Jan 2019 · 473
'Lucid Nightmares'
The air is becoming heavy.
You ca n't br e
                             a
                                 t
                            ­      h
                                  e
                                  .


You wake up, You've seen this place before.
You're eyes are hazy, All you can make out is the darkness.
You hear something, a sort of rasping noise. You try to get up to look for a light source, but realize you can't move....

You began to understand what's happening. You start to panic for you know what will unfold next. You hear a scream and try calling out to the source. You know they are in pain for you can feel their pain, Their emotions...
You still can't move, you start to feel the blood running down from your shoulder to your arm.

You can feel every cut, every puncture, every drip of blood falling from your finger tips... It feels like Hell.

You are being tortured, for what reason you do not know. Nor shall you ever. You start to loose your grip on reality and fantasy.
You start to black out....


The air is becoming heavy.
You ca n't br e
                             a
                                 t
                            ­      h
                                  e
                                  .





                                "This is the way the world ends,
                                 This is the way the world ends,
                                This is the way the world ends...
                               Not with a bang, But a whimper...."
"This is the way the world ends,
This is the way the world ends,
This is the way the world ends....
Not with a bang, But a whimper...."
-T.S. Eliot.

In the End, It will all fit together.
Jan 2019 · 289
Nights.
Some nights are dark.
Others, there is only the night.
In the End, It will all fit together.
Jan 2019 · 360
Untitled
Some nights, The only source of light can't be seen.
In the End. It will all fit together.
Jan 2019 · 161
"Halls."
The windows are covered.
The doors lead to dark rooms.
You have many choices, but no choice in the matter.
The place is unfamiliar, yet familiar at the same time.
You know what will and can happen, and what wont.
You've been down this road before. The monsters await your arrival,
But you are the monster. You can't remember what you've done, But know what you caused. You feel sick to your stomach, or are you sick in the head. Then you realize, that's where you are...
In your head.

You don't know where these halls will lead to, which death, torturer or nightmare. But you know this, You caused this. Your choices have lead to this, these moments. To the "Flashes" and Nightmares.

Or did I really have a choice in the matter at all?
I guess in the End, It will all fit together.
"In the End, It will all fit together..."
Jan 2019 · 218
Announcement.
No poem today, I'm busy with school work, sorry.
In the End, It will all fit together.
Jan 2019 · 1.5k
Untitled
Dark lies often have a darker truth.
In the End, It will all fit together.
Jan 2019 · 268
Untitled
Doors are doors, no matter the entrance.
In the End, It will all fit together.
Jan 2019 · 171
Untitled
Everyone has a choice, no matter what  seems.
In the End, It will all fit together.
Jan 2019 · 1.2k
Silence.
Ev en                             n Ev er tr ul y iS
                 si l enc e



                                                            ­                      Silent.
For those of you that can't read this, here is the poem:

Even silence never truly is
Silent.

In the End, It will all fit together.
Jan 2019 · 197
Eclipses.
Even the brightest of night's have their eclipses.
In the End, It will all fit together.
Jan 2019 · 525
Untitled
Some dark stories never show the ending.
In the End, It will all fit together.
Jan 2019 · 143
Question.
I've been wondering for some time how to do different fonts for poems.
Can someone post how to do it in the comments below?
In the End, It will all fit together.
Jan 2019 · 203
Untitled
Dark ties often lead to darker dead ends.
In the End, It will all fit together.
Jan 2019 · 379
Wings.
Some write about broken wings...

I never had wings to fly.
In the End, It will fit all together.
Jan 2019 · 224
Naive
Even the most naive will learn.
In the End, It will all fit together.
Jan 2019 · 283
Dark places.
Dark places often comfort dark people.
In the Enf, It will all fit together.
Jan 2019 · 8.7k
Rain.
Life
                                                            ­    has
            a
                       funny
     way
                                           of
                                  
                                ruining

      
                                                      Lives.
In the End, It will all fit together.
Jan 2019 · 150
Untitled
Even the most loyal, can be betrayed.
In the End, It will all fit together.
Dec 2018 · 330
Loyalty.
Even the most loyal, can have their honor tarnished.
In the End, It will all fit together.
Dec 2018 · 127
Untitled
Even the simplest of art can give away someone's true thoughts.
In the End, It will all fit together.

"Learn about art, Captain. Once you understand a species art, You understand that species."
Dec 2018 · 121
Untitled
It's funny how those who act stable can be the most mental.
In the End, It will all fit together.
Dec 2018 · 654
Destruction.
It's odd how destruction can seem so beautiful.
In the End, It will all fit together.
Dec 2018 · 543
Lies.
It's ironic really, how all truths can so easily become lies.
In the End, It will all fit together.
Dec 2018 · 289
Hallow.
Even the biggest hearten can be hallow on the inside.


But I don't even have a heart.
In the End, It will all fit together.
Dec 2018 · 668
Me.
Me.
Some consider me a poet,
a builder,
an artist.

But I'm just a crazy man no one will ever understand
In the End, It will all fit together.
Dec 2018 · 182
Death.
Oh, how those who seem terribly alive on the outside,
can feel dead.
In the End, It will all fit together.
Dec 2018 · 311
Time.
It's terribly poetic how time can break down things in the most beautiful of ways.
In the End, It will all fit together.
Dec 2018 · 838
Complex Minds.
The funny things about complex minds is that others will never understand them because
they don't even
                                understand
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                                                              ­   e
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     ­                                                                 ­         v
                    
                                 e
          
                                                         s
  
                                                         .
Make of it, what you will. In the End, It will all fit together.
Dec 2018 · 185
Insane.
Some of us are become insane from situations or people...
But some of us
are just born
insane.
In the End, It will all fit together.
Dec 2018 · 202
Darkness.
Some believe, in order to be dark, you must be depressed or have had something in your life that caused you to be dark.

But some of us are just born with darkness.
In the End, It will all fit together.
Dec 2018 · 206
Minds.
Most believe that people have souls,
In which I must ask, which one controls the person?

The mind? Or the soul?
In the End, It will all fit together.
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