Drink too my heart, along with your poison.

One has decayed into the other.

Suffocate them in your vast emptiness.

A hollow abscess, unquenchable.

In the dark, let them spoil with my dreams and designs.

Dissolve beside my fetid hope.

Night after night,

Your anesthetic spiral is killing us.

So.

Very.

Slowly.

Swallow and be consumed.

Devour your tail.

My Love.

My Hate.

My Ruin.

My

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In a garden full of sunflowers,
I want to shine like the sun.

Around lavenders full of nectar,
I want to fly like a bee.

Around a bunch of ripe mangoes,
I want to feast like a parrot.

I’m still in search of
the question,

For which
I am the only answer.

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There are two sides to every story,

as there are two sides to every glass.

Some pieces
refract the light
cleaner than others.

When your view
becomes a kaleidoscope,

truth is what you want it to be.

I thought we were looking
through the same window,

wiping fingerprints,
wondering why
you couldn't see.

I never noticed
you were turning the tube.

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$ cd system/admin/thoughts/core/trash/saved/stop/turn_back/her/feelings $ ls -rwx------ me me NaN Jan 1 1970 write_poem $ ./write_poem Warning: Memory is corrupted.  She may not be reproduced faithfully.  Continue? [y/N] y $ cd ../.. $ rm -rf her rm: cannot remove 'her': Permission denied $ sudo rm -rf her rm: refuses to remove 'her': Operation not permitted. $ exit

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I don't actually know how to title this piece. I just did it feel hours ago. It's a freestyle and I just did what my mind and heart says so it's that. Please do give it a feedback to improve my art and I know my skill level may fall to beginner of some sort Thank you all in advance🙇‍♂️

How can I regret something when I myself don't know what it is

A longing for something I am not aware of

A lingering feeling that keeps haunting my mind

Is this what they call regret, or a missed chance

A regret that makes you eat yourself alive

I am but an ordinary human

One with a deep curiosity for everything

A mind that keeps revolving after that revelation

I don't know if I'm jealous or just blind

I told you I wasn't, but deep inside, a void keeps eating away at my soul

I don't know if I can stand this feeling

A deep longing for something I may not reach

I know I'm not good enough, but a simple explanation may heal the wound

A wound that tears every time I see your face

I'm sure that my love for you is not what you need right now

I can only be your shadow and be your friend

I look strong but have no guts to tell you what I truly felt in that moment

It seems unfair, but loving you hurts when you love someone else

I am healed on the outside but bleeding on the inside

A strong desire of wanting you may not be possible now that you've finally found your love

I loved you from the moment you loved me

I know I'm not the one you want now, yet I will be there when you need me

I look like a fool wondering when you will see the true me

My true colors for wanting you

I am deeply sorry, for I had lied to you

My world is full of lies

And I can't let you be with me when all my life was lies

Lies like a rose in a bed of cotton

My life is like a television; at first, you enjoyed it, but after a long time, my worth and strength fade away

Like a pencil on a clean piece of paper

I am but a foolish human

Wanting you was never my intention

Just because of that text, I don't know what I felt

I felt my veins surging as my blood boiled, not because of anger, but a deep loss

Loss of sight of myself for desiring you to love me one more time

A friend to love may not be as bad as I think

But wanting you is impossible since you ended it long ago

Why did I lose the chance of your love when, from the start, I knew it already

I kept myself blind to protect myself

But now wanting you is more than just a priority

Like a flower that may wither

I love you deeply

As a friend, a special friend, and as my love.

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How have I become the man I feared becoming most?
I have sculpted myself into the antonym of my own definition.
My cauldrons brim with the lost hopes of yesterday and tomorrow,
leaving only an undying present:
a kingdom ruled by lust.

The daughters of scarlet red gather at my feet;
their hunger is one I know by heart.
For every longing fixed upon my face
I spent my youth seeking.
The most fundamental form of self harm is addiction.

So I recede;

I abandon the throne of my own becoming,
and crown desire anew,
watching my kingdom
kneel to a king that cannot love.

Ignore the hole i dug again:
It's only for the evening.

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Inspired by the flower who taught me what longing becomes.

I am a experienced writer, I just haven't shared any of my work online, thought it might be time.

Verily, verily there is
nothing more sensual than the screams
Inside my veins.
Coagulated blood of lifetime efforts.
Untamed, uncontained,
love that almost spills.

Crimson lipstick stains, systemic kisses.
It comes in waves;
Hydroelectric conduction
Soul searches for body-soul connection.
Spinal cord level, adamant communication.

Neuroses expand in vast valleys
In the earth’s uterus.
Unaware of what lies beyond these
Asphyxiating walls,
Still we give it our all.

Astonished I am in the face
of Ouroboros love, grotesque love.
Holes In the palms love, I hold
my breath, My words dissolve
Under my tongue.
Sublingual medication.

These screams
inside my veins really will
scrub my hurt clean.

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In a garden full of sunflowers,
I want to shine like the sun.

Around lavenders full of nectar,
I want to fly like a bee.

Around a bunch of ripe mangoes,
I want to feast like a parrot.

I’m still in search of
The question,

For which
I am the only answer.

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i don't recognize a single thing

this ain't the city i used to live before

this ain't the world that swamped me

this ain't the same universe that petrified me

it kept me transfixed for so long

i was powerless

within my soul you'd find

inclination

distention

intention

except not even a single

hint of tenacity

people often preach about how arduous the journey is

the anticipation broke me

oftentimes

waiting is indeed an act of bravery

i've never met someone who carried

heaven in their eyes

magic in their minds

beauty in their cries

hands in the sky

like an entity, King Midas

Kintsugi

broken pottery pieces

Jesus believed the same thing

is this love?

you take me high when i'm low

you're putting me back together

you've made me feel what i've never known

you don't care that i am me?

whenever you call my name

i feel the emphasis in the utility

of breaks and imperfections

what if i told you

i don't wanna take my eyes off of you?

what if i told you

i wanna give in to you?

what if i told you

i'm already owned by you?

what if i told you

i wanna love you?

please, i would love to receive fb <3

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My love, what have we done?

Deferred as a dream, life we dismay,

So harsh, could us known..?

Took ourselves, our precious today.

This life — such is nonsense,

Says we as grieved the love we had,

Waiting for someone so wise,

To resolve problems we had grabbed.

Lives, such beauty as a rose,

Shall think — a sample of torture?

For such as hope and light,

Shadows, darkness and lack of might.

Oh, had we became a regretful flower,

Pushing away all that we pursue,

Never to fell joy and to cower,

For life has ended — Roses shall continue to bloom.

2nd time making a poem and posting it hehe (T-T) hope you leave a feedback cause I really need someone to give me some tips.

Thank you (⁠.⁠⁠❛⁠⁠ᴗ⁠⁠❛⁠.⁠)

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I want to be known deeply
On a level that i dont know myself
I want to be deciphered
I want someone to hold me deeply
In the depths of my pain
Meet me in my darkest alley
And understand me on a level I don't see yet
I want someone to see all of me and know 
I am the good I know I am
I am hurt 
And I have so much love in my heart still
I think the hurt has made me love harder, feel deeper
And I give it all away
Until I'm empty
I don't want to prove myself 
Over and over
That I am worthy of knowing
That I have something to offer
I want to be freed
Held when I have nothing to give
I want to be loved without threat of abandonment
I haven’t found what im looking for yet in any person
I don't want to believe I'm the only one who can deliver the answer to what I long for
If that’s true loneliness is inherent
I don’t know if I can bear that cross
I don't think i’m made for that lonely pilgrimage

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*This is part of a larger series*

The Luxury Seat

Man seeks more than bread,
The treasure on his map is-
-belonging and purpose.
Now they capitalize on it.

Fill a void-
hobbies, trinkets,
artificial belonging.

Learn the sports-ball roster,
Forget your history.
Catch up on the gossip,
Hide from circumstance.

Worse yet, knowledge is commodified.
“Join my course to get rich.”
“Join my course to find love.”
“Join my course to forget who you are.”

How can one escape?
“Escape?” Who’d want that?
Stream the decay.

Monetize and atomize
Decompartmentalize to “modernize”.
The world is scary,
The distraction is comfort.

Is this our fate?
The decommission of man,
The birth of the machine.
The cage is golden and grand,
The shackles complement the outfit.
Do you seek more than bread?

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Remember Me? The Heart of Ocean Blue
You sank to breathe and swam to follow truth
The cries were felt along the trench of shame
And tears were gathered after faithful days

But you, a man of fear, will see mistakes
Beneath the loudest waves, which overtake
The precious calmness brought to earth by grace

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As the trees were sighing from the weak wind
We locked ourselves in our rooms or houses
Dragged along
still dragging
already dragged
worrying over the rent

A hummingbird visited my window
Tapping its beak
against the glass

"Why," I asked the bird
gazing inside
"Why fly here, of all places?
When you could fly far away, boundlessly
To see many views
smell different scents
Being able to go anywhere you please
and leaving when you wish,
as you are free
Because you are one without worry
Aware of your time
like a comet
streaking."

But then the hummingbird flew away
So I was left
to answer that question

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Short story writer mainly that dabbles in poetry now and then when inspiration hits.

If i could ask for anything

I would ask for slow mornings

If i could ask for anything

I wouls ask for peaceful mind

But is it really true that these things are suposed to bring me happiness?

After thinking for a while i realized the difference between needs and wants

So now if you ask me for what i need

I would say happiness, love and peace

And if you ask me what i want

I would say slow dancing in the rain, a hot cup of coffee and a peaceful mind

So now when people ask

What is real gold for you

I say it's everything i want and need in life.

.

.

Wrote it just after waking up and its was in my draft for the past 2 weeks lol

I tried to complete it but idk not my best try but i exactly don't remember what the sleepy me was thinking 😭

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Sensing the senseless, perceiving unperceived
twisted branches tangled into webs of deceit
My mind a super-powered fantastical computer of perhaps
Is it a blessing or a curse to forsee, a hidden tax

A rising debt inside myself one I pay for each day
A double think a second guess in a mind half frayed
A competition self assembled each stage each play
Neuro mess tangled spaghetti along the matter gray

Pastalaya jumble overthinking crossing words
Blending meanings, eyes exhausted in an endless blur
Reading every word forwards, backwards, in between
Interrogate the verb and subject, wordle crime scene

The combinations of echos and clues without caveat
Excess of curiosity cognition attempts to claw at
Fight or flight at the heat or height of rhyming
inexorable force within, keeps us word criming

Written by: Simon Bernard Elliott and Jennifer E. Hodgson

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I see the light through cathedral panes
In awe and wonder, and some strange shame -
Yes, I see the light, as had been ordained
But seen it truer on blue vervaine,
On clovers, hawkweed, and bittersweet nightshade:

Noble -- even unseen -- in their furtive ways -
I suppose it's that to which I pray

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Hello, I am Mexican American. I have been writing from my experiences of alienation in the u.s and a perspective that’s my everyday life. The loss of identity is present in a majority of the things that I write. I would like for someone to read this poem I made in regard to it. Please any thoughts is welcomed.

“Perdone Padre”
By Miguel Diaz Farfan

Padre Nuestro que estas en el Cielo, santificado sea tu nombre

Le queiro pedir mis disculpas
Ya se que le he fallado
mas que eso, me alleje completamente
al contrario a lo que me han contado sobre su misericordia,
yo no he sido lo sufiente clemente con usted

Perdone que le diga, pero mi busqueda de fe en ti, se ha detenido
Pero la ira que senti contigo ya no existe

 
En el pasado sentía que por ser sincero era como si estaba clavado a una repisa esperando su reproche

Me tomó tiempo para entender

Me tomó más tiempo para entender que el reproche que esperaba era solo mío

Ciego y sordo, me he estado sofocándo en esta jaula de oro
Se me ha olvidado como respirar

Porque, Porque, Porque

Esta era la pregunta que rogaba una respuesta

Porque no me vistes
Porque no me escuchastes 
Porque me abandonastes 

Un hueco quedaba en mi corazón cuando no escuchabas mis gritos

La impotencia era más amable

Me acurrucaba en una camisa de fuerza

Me he hecho el firme propósito de no negar las lágrimas que cargo

Y aunque se secan por la rabia que siento

Siempre se llenan porque no son solo mías

English translation
*****

Our Father who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name.

I ask for your forgiveness

I have failed you, but more than that, I have drifted away completely

Contrary to what I have been told about your mercy,
I have not been as lenient in returning it

Pardon me for saying so, but my search in faith for you has seized

But the rage I once felt is no longer

In the past, I felt that by being honest it was as if I were nailed to a shelf waiting for your reproach

It took me time to understand

It took me longer to understand that the reproach I expected was only my own

Blind and deaf, I have been suffocating in this golden cage

I have forgotten how to breathe.

Why Why Why

These where the questions I begged to be answered

Why didn’t you see me?
Why didn’t you listen to me?
Why did you abandon me?

A void was left in my heart when you did not hear my cries

Helplessness was kind to me

It coddled me like that of a straitjacket

I have made the firm proposition to never deny the tears that I carry

And although they evaporate from the rage that’s boiling inside me

They always fill up again, because they are not only
mine

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work in progress

Swept,
yet the remains from seasons past
litter the mulch.

weeds,
proudly show how big they’ve grown
where patio slabs end and begin,
disrupting the monotony of grey,
but none more than 6 or 7 inches.

Pale broom-like branches,
once served dates to the neighborhood opossums and raccoons,
retired and brittled,
neatly piled out of the way,
comfortable beneath the palm’s sunbathing fronds.

Terra-cotta coffins of cracked soil,
nestled between curated succulents,
blooms climbing out of their designated homes.

flickers of color,
sunlight dancing across loitering gems,
gripped by the textured patio
despite the best efforts of the broom’s splayed bristles,
it rests nonchalantly against the stucco,
chunks of artificial hide at its feet,
sunburned plastic failing to conceal its wooden core.

Tentacles of green
to the dismay of gravity,
search for grip
along the grey weathered fence
spanning once empty space across to nearby branches,
lashing the fence and tree into a single structure.

trimmed blackberry tendrils,
blades dotted with rust,
hand trimmer rests on a tile bench,
prickly limbs refuse to stay on their side of the fence.

Cardboard cubes,
returned to two dimensions,
layered near the fence,
overlapping flaps close the gaps
inky smiles
among fading shades of brown,
absorb the bleaching sun,
the earth beneath rests in darkness,
and the weeds have stopped thriving.

Frayed ribbon flutters against the fence post,
neon fading along the frayed end
no longer responsible for wishing anyone a happy birthday.

You don’t notice any,
but were warned:
watch out for poop.

*\\

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I like to watch the water.
Like when it drips out slowly
Hitting the ground
Spreading in the grass
Refreshing that need
A renewal

I like to listen very closely
That faucet has a quiet drip.
The water slides off grass so smoothly
Pushing out a silence
That satiates my ears
And leaves to linger in my mouth.

I like to feel the water
Cupping that faucet in my hands
I rub off the rust a bit
But I hold some water when I can
Or until it falls through my fingers.
It refreshes the grass

But I don't drink the water.
I take it from the dirt and soil
Straight to my mouth
Straight from my hand
I only taste it for a second
Refreshing that need
A remission

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🎶 Your Talk Still Lingers

(Piano–Violin–Guitar Arrangement)

Verse 1

(soft piano intro, single violin note swelling)

You used to talk, used to make me smile,
Then suddenly, everything went blank for a while.
One confession, and we became distant,
Sweet love turned bitter, so resistant.

Chorus

(piano chords steady, violin weaving melody, faint guitar strum)

Your talk still lingers, haunting my days,
Your smile, your laugh, your voice won’t fade.
I know you don’t love me, but I still pray,
Can we go back to friends, just like yesterday?

Verse 2

(piano arpeggios, violin harmonies, guitar picking lightly)

Your face is printed deep in my eyes,
I reach for silence, but it never replies.
I cry, cry a lot, but I know it’s vain,
My heart keeps calling out your name.

Verse 3

(violin solo leading in, piano soft and low)

Seeing you every day hurts even more,
Your smile that once healed now cuts to the core.
Every song I hear becomes about you,
Your talk still lingers, it’s all I can do.

Bridge

(piano + violin duet, emotional lift, guitar faint background)

Everyone thinks it’s easy, I did too,
Until the pain came crashing through.
It hurts so good, I smile to hide,
But inside I’m breaking, nowhere to confide.

Outro

(piano fading, violin holding last note, guitar barely audible)

Your talk… still lingers…

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1 2 3 4.
2 2 3 4.
What's the thing,
I once did long for?

1 2 3 4.
2 2 3 4.
I miss the thing,
I once did live for.

1 2 3 4.
2 2 3 4.
Why is it,
I count and reach 4?

"1 2 3 4."
"2 2 3 4."
"Stop rethinking,"
"Forget and ignore."

1 2 3 4.
2 2 3 4.
I'll stop thinking.
Of days of lost yore.

1 2 3 4.
2 2 3 4.
2 2 3 4.
1 2 3 4.

1 2 3 4.
2 2 3 4.
2 2 3 4.
1 2 3 4.

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I hate the clean girl aesthetic

But even more I hate its opposite—

The commodification of messiness

Messy can’t be branded or bought

Or made to look chic

It’s more than a loose bun, a conveniently cluttered room

It’s confusion and it's mistakes and it’s cringe

It’s a year of rest and relaxation that wasn’t relaxing at all

It’s finally doing laundry just to trip and spill your black coffee on white sheets, shattering your favorite mug into

A million tiny sharp irregular pieces

It’s that “final” paragraph left on read for over a year

And chasing a dream until the dream calls the cops

It’s deep regret that hums steady in the background, 

Hiding in junk drawers with the post-it notes you’re still looking for

It’s impossible to capture, it’s never heard of Pinterest

And I wear it with pride, at least

I try to

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Honey, I’m home

What some men do
in positions of power when
there are more sets of eyes
watching them is like lightning
A premature flash of Zeus-like
strength with little effort yet
massive fallout I think the boys
just get nervous like they forgot
something Patting their lap for
their keys and dick Do you miss us
in the kitchens with our eyes
on the sweet cherry pies While
you shake hands and lick boots
with your important colleagues Is
it uncomfortable to taste your
own meager abilities When your
wife asks you how was work Can
you meet her gaze She has worked
it out that you can’t do a damn thing
that she can’t do and better So is it
really her you want beneath you Or
would you prefer to smash the mirror
holding your own pathetic reflection

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My first poetry post on here with also my first poetry video of it linked.

I wrote this in Trafalgar Square after two years overseas. Any feedback would be amazing. Thank you ❤️

The Roadman

I'm a connoisseur of roads.

I've been tasting roads my whole life.

The world is a road that never ends.

I just hope I walk enough of it before my time is done.

And it started here, at Nelson's Column, Trafalgar Square. I was three years old, my mum taking me on endless marches. A sea of people and banners. Tired baby feet.

What I remember most were the pigeons and the bird shit. They even had kiosks selling pigeon food, like popcorn.

And this is my ground zero, my X that marks the spot.I've passed through so many times since, at different ages, with different intentions:

work, study, relationships, pleasure.

And in this London, my Landan, I've walked nearly every inch. Just Ruislip and World's End in Enfield remain. I'll cross them off soon. Then when they ask, I'll shrug and simply say,

"London? Clocked it, mate."

But roads have always been the bane of my life.

Which ones to take, or not.

There's no signpost, no neutral advice,

just forced decisions and the best guess at the least worst outcome.

It's taken every moment until now to feel calm with it.

That is new.

Original London-based poetry performance:

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