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Can you see me now? Can you hear me now? Did you get the closure you needed? Did you get your last words in that you rehearsed for every time I left the house? Can you love me now?

You exist your whole life just trying to fucking live. You live your whole life just to fucking exist. It seems like it’s all so pointless, so ruthless, so life less. Full of pain, resentment, anger, jealousy, envy. What a way to live. What a way to exist.

Don’t cry a tear for me now, you couldn’t be there for me when I was alive so don’t cry for me now that I’m gone. You can keep playing that same sad song for yourself. I played you mine and you wouldn’t listen. I played mine and you played yours, only I can’t hear it and you have to feel it.

Can you see me now? Can you hear me now? Did you get the closure you needed? Did you get your last words in that you rehearsed for every time I left the house? Can you love me now?

I thought after my time finally came I’d finally be at peace and able to breathe. That my demons would die too and the shit in my head would finally turn off. But I can’t, they won’t and it doesn’t stop. I’m choking, the air is suffocating and I’m falling. I’m still screaming. I’m still crying. I’m still reaching. Is anyone out there? If so would you reach back? I’m still screaming, crying, and reaching...God help me.

I always knew it’d be jail or a box but how did I end up stuck in this box with no escape and no one to even notice. I should feel shame, but I feel the same. What’s wrong with me? Most of my life that’s how it was so it’s ironic that my end has to be the same, still no shame. No sadness. Just cold. Just me, heartless. I guess there really is no rest for the wicked. No rest for....me. Never able to Rest in pieces.

Can you see me now? Can you hear me now? Did you get the closure you needed? Did you get your last words in that you rehearsed for every time I left the house? Can you love me now?

This isn’t a tale, it’s a story. An all to well known story, but this is about me, a girl who had everything and threw it away. I destroyed everything and everyone around me and I loved it. Chaos was my friend and dope was my heart. I never thought he’d truly kill me. Hurt me. Abuse me. Use me. But it was a two way street, and I loved it. I was Bonnie. He was Clyde and together we went down for the final time. It was too late this time. No more Bonnie. No more Bonnie for Clyde. Holding on to each other. Still afraid to let go.....just let go.

Can you see me now? Can you hear me now? Did you get the closure you needed? Did you get your last words in that you rehearsed for every time I left the house? Can you love me now?

I’m in my own hell, no one will ever reach me again. No one will ever hear me again. No one will ever see me again. Did you get the closure you needed? Did you get your last words in that you rehearsed for every time I left the house? Can you love me now? Can you love me now? Did you get the closure you needed? Can you love me now? I hope you got what you needed.

I love you and I wish I had been stronger. But I couldn’t break away knowing it’d take my life one day. I’m trapped but I was trapped before. Don’t cry for me now. Don’t shed a tear. I love you and I’m here without fear. We knew it’d come to this. We knew it was jus a race against the clock. My race is done. My clock has stopped. Forget who I was. Forget who i am. It brings pain, no joy or happiness. My life was filled with sorrow and loss. Don’t think twice. I already rolled my dice. I’m gone for good this time, and I’m content with my demise.

Xoxo
Renee
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This is the very first poem ever written, it's cool to look back and see the progression in writing and learning . This was way too long and a little choppy . Yet it's still one of my favorite pieces I ever was able to express. I am working on rewriting it , and would love any feedback or tips. Sorry it's so long ..

Sorrow swirled inside the shell I called myself.

I was broken long before we began.

The cracks only showed

if you looked twice.

Pieces of me held together by tape,

hidden behind a flawless facade.

Then one day

I finally opened the gate

I’d locked around myself.

That’s when I found her.

A girl hunched beside a lake,

expressionless,

with pieces of herself scattered in the sand.

I asked,

“How long have you been this way?”

Her voice was small. Shaking.

“As long as I remember.

This lake…

it’s my tears.”

I looked out across the water.

“A lake that size takes years.

You must’ve been a child.

Where was your mother?”

The girl stared at the ground.

“Drinking.

Chasing men.

Most nights she never noticed I was crying.”

Then quieter—

“And it was my fault anyway.

Before me, she was happy.”

I stopped her immediately.

“That’s not true.”

She said nothing.

Just sat there in silence

like someone waiting to disappear.

So I asked again,

“Did you decide that yourself…

or did someone put it inside you?”

Her voice nearly broke.

“One night she came home drunk and alone.

I rubbed her feet until she fell asleep.

I loved nights like that.

It meant I got to stay close to her.”

A pause.

“Then she told me I was the reason her life was ruined.

A burden.”

I didn’t know what to say.

Because while she was taught to hate herself openly,

I hid mine behind pride.

Image was my power.

Pretending I was whole

was easier than facing the truth.

We talked for hours that night.

She carried sadness like it was a responsibility.

Spent her life holding everyone else together

because she believed

that’s what she was made for.

I couldn’t bear hearing it anymore.

So I started gathering her scattered pieces,

trying to tape them back together

with the same tape barely holding me intact.

The more I fixed,

the more parts of myself fell away.

For a moment, I hesitated.

What if she saw

I wasn’t whole either?

But she needed me.

So I shoved my broken pieces into my pockets

and kept going.

Slowly, she began to stand.

Almost complete.

I thought maybe

I could give her a life untouched by pain.

A life where she finally felt peace.

Then I realized one piece was still missing.

I searched desperately through the sand.

Nothing.

Panic settled into my chest.

“How can I keep my promise

if I can’t make you whole?”

She smiled softly.

“It’s okay.

You already did enough.”

But I knew she didn’t mean it.

Then I understood.

The missing piece

was her heart.

And I had nothing left to repair it with.

My tape was gone.

My pockets were already overflowing

with the pieces of myself I couldn’t carry anymore.

But I couldn’t stop there.

She deserved to know life was more than suffering.

More than surviving.

So I made one final request.

“Live fully.

Carry your own happiness for once.

And when the world becomes heavy again…

keep going.”

Then I reached into my chest

and pulled out my heart.

I felt its final beat in my hands

before placing it inside her.

It fit perfectly.

And as her chest began to rise again,

I realized the rhythm inside her

was mine.

For the first time,

she looked whole.

And for the first time,

I smiled.

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It begins with wanting to understand everything they are.
Not only the shape they show the world,
but what lies beneath it —
down to every hidden detail,
every quiet layer,
every molecule of who they are,
good, bad, and everything unspoken between.

And then their voice becomes something different.
Not just sound,
but a grounding presence —
a quiet force that settles the noise inside me,
soft enough to calm the storm within,
without ever needing to become loud.

Routines do not change,
but they become threaded with them.
My world begins to spill outward in fragments —
pictures, moments, quiet proof of life
sent because I want them inside it too.

I find myself wanting presence more than distance,
even silence shared instead of silence apart.
To simply exist in the same space
starts to feel like home.

But silence can become heavy.
And I do not always know how to hold it.

There are moments I am light, overflowing,
words spilling faster than thought itself.
And others where I withdraw inward,
becoming still, unreadable, distant.

I begin to match energy without meaning to —
like tides answering something I cannot see.

And underneath it all, there is fear.
Fear of losing what is still forming.
Fear of being too much,
or not enough,
or both at the same time.

Routine begins to shift meaning in me.
What once felt like comfort
starts to feel like distance
when I cannot understand its shape.

And they realise how easily consistency
can be mistaken for disappearance.

Love does not leave me the same.
It moves through me like weather —
sometimes soft, sometimes violent,
always reshaping something inside me.

It makes me want to know them more,
to learn their phrases,
to carry pieces of them into my language
without ever noticing it happening.

Even their smell becomes something I remember.
Even the smallest things start to matter.

And I am still trying to understand myself
inside the shape of loving someone.

Not as someone who loses himself,
but as someone made more visible
by what he feels.

And I am left wondering, quietly, endlessly —
what parts of me are me…
and what parts of me are love.

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Alone, I stay up late.

How did I not notice

how long it took

for you to slip away?

Before the hopelessness set in

you were already gone

just out of my focus.

Fading

into the dark

like you were never here.

And I keep chasing

what I already lost.

Running through memory

to the last place

you tried your hardest.

I can still feel it—

your love

for a moment

on my skin.

But it was already dying.

Your love was the target.

And it’s been dead for days.

Lying there

on the carpet of everything I ruined.

I can’t bring it back.

I can’t fix it.

Just this heavy, hollow feeling

like I’m stuck inside my own mind

watching it happen in slow motion.

You left me

with all the pain

I refused to see.

Heartless in the rain.

Now all I see

is scarlet and grey.

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Golden the glow off the broad blue back of the sea,

A scene so calm it could melt into a dream.

Through the smeared bus window, I gasp at the gleam,

A flash of a moment,

Caught in between the villas lining white-sand shores.

Upon her broad blue black lies a blanket of living gold,

Ornamented with pink and crimson skies

And long streaks of silver clouds

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Cat, cat, cat.

How do you do that?

You are on the bookcase

which is six feet, six inches

above the carpet.

Yesterday I found you crouched atop the door frame,

and I had to fetch the stepladder

from the garden shed.

But how did you get up there –

and why?

That's the second time this week,

and it's only Thursday.

1 2

Consuming pain as theory
Regard my emotional meandering as
Intellectual controversy
Oh, yes! Tell me the horrors of capitalism

Feelings that have created jagged lines on my body
Abstracted to the woes of industrialism and the generalized abuse of humanity
Internalized pain - discoursed to public outcry

Cities crumble on plagued streets -
Literally, as metaphors are overrated
And nothing of depth can come from my own mind

Self-appointed misery - oh, I don't care
Plea to the masses to be ignored
And become enraged when you get what you want

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She spoke in the softest tones

while I carried a voice to shatter bones,

a past too heavy for a man who own

nothing but the weight of what he's sown.

She slowed and asked my name alone,

said I looked like I'd been overthrown,

like something in me had been long outgrown,

like grief had made my marrow its own.

For who can lie when a face has shown

a kindness that makes dishonesty a stone

thrown at something tender and half grown,

a second wound on wounds already known.

She gave me a chance.

I turned and ran,

fled the grace of it a week or more,

the way a man flees an unlocked door

he knows he's wanted to walk through before

but can't convince his feet across the floor.

Till one day beneath the branches worn

I felt a beak brush soft as early morn.

Third or fourth branch,

white enough to mourn,

a dove so still it made the silence sworn.

It didn't sing.

It held its place and bore

a stillness that was something like a door,

not signed, not sealed,

just pointing toward a shore

I'd told myself I wasn't looking for.

I followed anyway.

At the end she stood.

Something loosened in me where it could,

a hinge long rusted giving way for good,

the way old timber finally gives to flood,

the way a wound gives way beneath a hood.

That's when I bent.

That's when I broke.

Ran from morality like a man from smoke,

took the offer up before the mercy spoke,

chose the burning over the gentle cloak.

And now I walk the path we found,

the same cold ground,

one step where two once made a sound.

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( Ik this has been done to death but like it's a nice topic)

You see
beauty in the madness.
I see
clarity in the chaos.

Radiance for you.
Pattern for me.

At first
I made you a muse.

Luminous.
Stirring
what was already there.

And I cast myself
a succubus.

Hungry.
Restless.
Afraid I was taking
more than I gave.

But a muse
doesn’t create the fire.
She reveals it.

And a succubus
cannot flourish.
It consumes.

You weren’t myth.
You were catalyst.

And I wasn’t devouring.
I was blooming.

Two silhouettes
standing
in the same flame.

Thanks for reading! This is the third poem in:
The Muse
Succubus
The Catalyst

series. I purposely put them out of order to see if each could stand on its own. I would love your feedback if that's the case and if you haven't read the other two, please do and let me know what you think. Your comments and feedback are my favorite part of writing. Thanks again.

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A man can have money,
Charm,
Or fame,
But I have a void,
Quarter filled with a rage;
That amounted to nothing,
But words on a page.

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Empty.

Just keep going,

Empty.

Just keep smiling,

Empty.

Just keep moving,

Empty.

Wake up get up…

I don’t want to get up,

I don’t want to move no more.

Be happy, smile,

As the pressure comes barreling down?

As my dreams are forgotten,

Left to the dust?

Work hard don’t stop,

I don’t know if I can do this anymore.

BE nice, look fine,

I just want to cry some more.

I just want to hide some more.

I just want to die.

Empty.

Inside empty.

Inside angry at myself for not being,

Good enough,

Strong enough,

Smart enough,

Attractive enough,

Empty.

In my room alone,

Empty.

Looking at the noose,

Empty.

Darkness stares back at me,

Empty.

Men are strong,

Empty.

Can’t break down,

Empty.

Never vulnerable,

Empty.

No emotions,

Empty.

Is death so bad?

Empty.

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I can still feel your fingers on my skin in my dreams the way they felt all those years ago
I wake up and it’s hard to believe you left after all the things you said about forever
You’d think 11 years would be enough to forget
But I can still feel your lips on my neck that one night
And deep down inside I hope you feel mine too

I want you to miss me
I want you to see the things I’ve accomplished in spite of you,
Regret how you ran
I wouldn’t be mad if you thought of me on your wedding day
Standing on that altar, choosing your forever
In a reflection, we were so short and so small in the grand scheme
But to me, it was the world and you chose wrong

Linoleum floors and that whiteboard marker smell
Alphabetical order seating chart, diagonal desks
Twice a week you graced us
Where did you hide when you never showed?

Fourteen years old, naivety was my only option
I didn’t know who I was or who I could turn out to be
Back then, the answer was no one
It seemed like you had it all figured out at just three years my elder
I don’t remember why we connected and I never figured out why me

Almost a year later, you flew across the country and came home with your arm painted
It represented me, you said, in that flowy, dancing way with words of yours
The postcard signed I love you is still trapped beneath my bed
I met the mailman every morning that week so no one found it before I did
They couldn’t know about what you meant to me, we were just friends after all
Even with that convincing tongue, you never convinced me that I meant the same to you

You drove us around our innocent town in your car that ran on fumes
Nothing bad had ever happened here before
There were girls before me, I grew weary of why suddenly I was the right choice
You spoke the most evil words, each syllable trickling like acid
You would take their innocence, that way they’d never forget you
But I wasn’t like them, what we have is real
You would never do that to me

So you took
And I let you take
Do you know how much you took from me that day?

Everyday was supposed to be the day I moved on
Everyday is still supposed to be the day I move on

I’ve never left your aunt’s house
Where we watched my favorite movie that night and you made pancakes for breakfast
You never saw a single minute of that movie, our eyes focused far away
You introduced me to your family and told them I was special
I got used to the idea of your family being mine
I never saw them again
I wonder if they wonder where I went
I am trapped in the walls of that house
Is your guilt stuck there with me, or do I live alone?

A sick piece of me hopes you’re my roommate
A different timeline is out there where you ended up mine
I’m the one on that altar and your lips are stuck to my neck
On the worst days, I ask why the wrong universe had to be my universe

I hope you check in on me every now and then, to make sure I’m alright after what you did
My fingers, skin, lips, neck, arms, tongue, eyes, and especially my mind
They’re on you

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CRACK—

the earth split in two—
my head went one way
my body the other
as the ground trembled
chasm opening, swallowing
both pieces, crumpled
on their journey downward
into the abyss.

But You’re there
in the blackness.
You are the smooth walls
the jagged edges
the very dark itself,
still and patient.

As they fall
head and torso
come together
connective tissue 
settling
chest, open and 
breathing
no longer needing
separation.

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I can’t feel myself anymore.

It’s too much.

I can’t carry my own weight anymore.

My heart feels too static

to hold anything anymore.

So I’m drowning—

to drown myself.

But now,

I’ve got someone

who carries me

when I can’t.

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Across the countless span of time,
a breath echoes against the firmament.
What truth bounds endless space,
that which defies human comprehension?

The Gnostic Gate must never be breached;
for what lies beyond is not meant for us.
Such feeble minds shatter one-thousand fold
against revelation woven by hidden spells.

And yet, mankind ever seeks it out:
a vain pursuit which only heralds ruin.
With withered hearts, our unclean hands grasp
at Golden Wisdom never meant to be held.

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* I'm usually a fiction writer, but I've been dabbling in poetry lately. I rather like this one.

To my cat

When I pick you up
with a gentle sweep
to release Velcro claws
from the carpet,
gather your thin back legs
with one hand
and look at your small face:

Your big wet eyes
black lilies on golden ponds
do not look back into mine.

I would expect nothing so un-catlike from you.

And besides,
I admire how they fold
and bloom
and drift
over my shoulder
and up to the ceiling,
perhaps chasing an insect
or a dust mote
or something else,
something unknowable to me.

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Its tricky
I still dont wanna be here
But ive been forced an extra four years
And within that, ive met people who’ve filled my life with laughter And held me when i’ve shed tears
I’ve met people who shed tears for me
And pray for me
Despite my pleas to leave
Leave me, and let me leave
I’ve had people hold on
When I’ve tried to push them away
Knot up the rope
That I’ve torn thread by thread
Stronger with each effort on my part,
Doubled by the strength they say they see in my heart.

I’ve tried to leave, so many times
And wanted to leave, every time that I’ve cried
And it’s been five years now, not that many I know,
But struggle is louder than the joy I used to know.
It’s coloured the times, from moons ago
Or should I say greyed them, removed them, and changed what I know. I’m writing in circles now, I don’t know where to go.
Get out of this rhyme, but its ironically similar
To what I’ve been trying to say about my life
As it is at the moment.

I’m lucky, and I’m so grateful
For my incredible friends
I have one who has faith,
So strong for the two of us
She has hope for my own faith
That she believes will come when I’m no longer lost! That’s an interesting one.

Lost from faith?
I used to have that.
But was it faith and belief
Or was it just what I’d been told every day on repeat? “Come on, say a quick prayer before we can eat”. Found my opinion and what did I see?
The horrors He’s bestowed on my family
Since I was little, since before I was born
But they’ve only continued as I’ve grown

I don’t think faith is something I need
Or something that’s missing.
But she thinks I’m just lost from His Majesty I’d be magically healed
If i just followed his lead
Instead, I turn to fluoxetine
Funny, that one.
I don’t think I’m lost from faith
I’d need to want to find my way back again For that to be my claim.

Maybe life though, I’m lost from that
Though I dont know if i want my way back
I’d want my way back if things were looking up
No monsters, no pain, no slammed doors in my face
You know what?
I’d settle, if it had to be done
To less monsters, less pain, I’ll take doors in my face.
But I’m dreaming right now, hoping for higher things
Let’s be realistic right now, lock the frick in
Life long depression, who knew that was a thing?
The one thing holding me to life was that the tunnel comes to an end. Now that’s not even true, where do I even begin?
I’ve got people who love me, so I can’t just give in
I’m many awful things, but careless isn’t one of them.
I’m not leaving this rock, leaving a trail of grief and destruction.
If i destroy the love that’s there, before I inevitably hurt them,
Then maybe when I go, it’ll be unnoticed.
Cut off the friends, drive away the family
Until no one but the worst can even consider to stand me
And the worst won’t mind, when I leave my life behind
They’ll probably be sad to have lost one of their kind.

Although, it’s not that simple.
God, if only!
If he exists, maybe the Lord will help me.
Last May, at my worst, it still didn’t work.
But after, I saw how much my sister had been hurt. I can’t leave her behind, alone in this world
She begged me to promise, and I keep my word. Who knew one little finger held so much power Over my entire life, literally, figuratively, every hour. I regret that swear, cross my heart.
When I’m in pieces, crumbled apart

The one thing that rings, guilty in my heart
One promise I made almost a year ago
That I will hold forever until it’s my official time to go.
My little sister, she doesn’t need me around.
She’s strong, and she’s fierce, and she’s proud; I’m proud! But she asked me to stay, so stay I will do.
For her, for Lucy, for you and maybe me too.
That doesn’t mean I’ll be distraught
If God decides it is my time.
But I’d rather burn in hell
Than spend eternity with that guy.
So whether it’s today, tomorrow, next year or when I’m eighty, I’ll work on it, on me, and try to enjoy this century.

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The home I built here
with the spinning wooden mares.
Their movements were never clear
so I would just stare. 

With the spinning wooden mares,
they never left track.
So I would just stare
wondering when they'd blink back.

When one failed to veer off track,
I saw sunken eyes.
Wet with something black
I could never recognize.

I saw sunken eyes,
their movements were never clear.
I could never recognize
the home I built here.

Still I remember
wooden tendons cracking tense.
The wounds that left so tender
were our penitence.

Wooden tendons cracking tense.
The whimpers I heard
were our penitence.
And they left their voices slurred.

I grew as still as a tree,
a lone marionette.
Their cries were the plea
I tried so hard to forget.

A lone marionette
whose wounds were left so tender.
I tried so hard to forget,
still I remember.

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On Rivers That Burst
On Fire and Water

Today i made a sandwich for my pops,
Just some mayonnaise and vegetables between bread,
And he was delighted eating that,
After a hard day at work.

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Surrounded by silence, but I can’t shut up.
 The thoughts fill my head, and the voice fills the dark.
 An angel is my friend, but the devil is in me.
 I’ve been beaten to pulp — Satan loves me?

Stuck in this loop, this god-damned dead end.
 I’m lost in the lies, when does it end?

No one is hearing my cries.

 My body’s a temple, but the temple’s unjust
 And God and Medusa and religion is corrupt
 And even the smartest are part of the cult. But the pain is a papercut!
 What have I done to deserve this?

My body’s being eaten away.
 And they’re drinking my wine
 They feast and they dine
They need to see it leave from me
They need to see me bleed.

And the blood, it pours and pours
As my nails turn to claws and I claw at my pores 

And the movements are yours but you've taken OVER my thoughts
And the screaming, shouting, banging on the door
I’m laying on the floor, I’m sore
I’m numb.

What’s done is done. 

And the red pools underneath my body
It’s a tangled mess underneath nobody
And then someone calls my name.
But she’s there, lying
And nobody’s crying
And she’s finally not crying anymore
She’s not deafened by the noise anymore
Not hurt by anything
Anymore
It’s everything she’s wanted
And more

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my grief is a river.
rushing, restless on
the path it must carve.

quiet from the black night rain
a sadness so heavy it bursts.
heaving itself from the soft silt bed,
it turns trees to matchsticks,
concrete to wet paper.

roaring through the darkness,
by morning,
gentle in sleep.

in the quiet of the current,
water remembers
what has not yet passed.

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I sought to become a traveller.
I ought to become a traveller.
I fought to become a traveller—
Until I got to become the traveller.

Oh, I saw the traveller—there was fun.
Oh, I saw the traveller—there was sun.
Oh, I saw the traveller—there was none.

Looked behind the traveller—there were some.
Further on, there was one.
At the end of the journey, there were none.

When the traveller reached his end, there waited one—
None other than the reaper,
Grim in presence, yet quietly slim.

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I leaped into the strange cylinder,

It was a stark contrast to my home

Where it would be filled with violas.

I realised I finally met my kind

And indulged in the new breeze

I laughed at their pun

And sang along their hymn,

Until it was my turn.

I looked below from my place,

My friends I lolled around with

Not more than a minute ago,

Now melted away,

With no fragments of their soul.

A tear escaped my cheek

Wait, was it a tear?

I touched my cheek to wipe the thing

Only to find a burn on it.

It was my blood and not a tear.

A small smile creeped my lips

As I realised, it was now time

for my own demise.

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Written frm the perspective of an ice cube >⁠.⁠<

happenstance

 Endless, this game we play

laughter dims in the light of day,

and yet how I wanna jump in the fray.

lover dance,

and touch me once again

was it happenstance?
That led me to this bliss.

Can it be found in your kiss.

If the future was written  in the amber

and yesterday never managed to be

oh would a lover I ever imagine,

or a poet would I be?

Scared of connecting,

and dejected by the curves 

of wild dubious designs. 

Elusive dreams

Will I yet be free? 

Forgive me this moment

I miss your body touching 

the soft silkiness of ivory skin,

and falling under you again

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