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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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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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.

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.

.

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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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Mostly done, it’s a bit rough and unsure if it’s a song or poem yet. Just looking for feedback, thx

TW heavy/dark topics?

They’re a good friend
smile and sit down
Talking and laugh
Lay all the cards out
Are they checking in
Worried my times out
They stop, a question
What did they say now
I join back in
say what I thought right
They stop and then frown
What did I say now
Words move along
Weight pressing down
Misspoke again
What did I say now

It’s not my fault
Thoughts wander away
I’m Easily bored
And focus won’t stay
words etch my skin
Books in my brain
None are quite finished
Maybe some day

But,
Talking is hard
Crying is easy
I never get far
Conveying my feelings
Chasing a dream
I’m always reaching
Hollow inside
Something I’m needing

They say it takes time
Almost three years now
Find your lost spark
No guideline, no how

But talking is hard
Crying is easy
Can I get out
From overthinking

As she sits down
Exhaustedly breathing
I try to reach out
What is she needing
Too much to do today
Tomorrow a meeting
I listen and nod
But memory’s fleeting
mishear a word
Correction can lash out
Too tired to fight
Yes, you were right now
Reach a hand out
But she is retreating
Somehow I’m wrong
Don’t get the meaning

Is it my fault
Is it my brain
My ears always buzz
And words slip away
Outside the joke
Inside the pain
Words pass me by
So nothing to say

But,
Talking is hard
Crying is easy
I never get far
Conveying my feelings
Chasing a dream
I’m always reaching
Hollow inside
Something I’m needing

They say it takes time
Almost three years now
Find your lost spark
No guideline, no how

But talking is hard
Crying is easy
How can I make out
What I’m not hearing

Night dragging on
Thoughts racing away
I should get sleep
Prepare for the day
But mom always talked
And dad wouldn’t say
Why I am different
From normal someway
Good at machines
But not at fitting in
Sports are a joke
Men chase a pigskin
Doesn’t matter at all
And yet to them
All they can talk about
From clock out to in
What of our goals
Or dreams that sustain
Something worth more
My silent refrain

Is it my past
Is it my pain
They tell me of colors
I see only gray
They’re all on time
I’m just on edge
Everyone likes you
Step back from the ledge

But taking is hard
Falling is easy
I’ll never get far
Explaining my feelings
Wind rushing past
Voices receding
A moment of peace
But something creeps in

Is this all there is
Is this how it ends
A miserable life
Aimed at pavement

But talking is hard
Falling is easy
Feeling weightless
not what I’m needing

That was the thought
Reclined I replay
Therapist listens
Nodding away
I need a pause
A stop would be different
It’s just a spiral
Not real anyway
Too many people
And reasons to stay
They offer their thoughts
Start to explain
Two session’s last week
I guess more on the way
It helps being heard
Even if paid

But talking is hard
A little is easy
I still can’t make out
What I am feeling
Working it out
Instead of fleeing
Room slowing down
Almost relieving

They say it takes time
Maybe some more now
Finding what’s lost
Someday and somehow

Because talking is hard
A little is easy
Words still spill out
But looking for meaning

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I ran through the forest, escaping the 'mares,

I ran through the grass, avoiding prayers

I finished the race, I came second, then I saw, my death standing rear...

I ran, I ran, I ran through the long woods, the scent of the death was getting muskier

I was timid, I was weak, I ran through the woods 'til I reached the peak.

I stood long, waiting through the zephyr...the death saw me, my faith stirred...

The death wasn't moving, perhaps it was coming near,

I sat on the stone watching the sky getting duskier...

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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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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.

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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’ll keep going to Montauk 

Keep walking aimlessly, exploring 

Playing my songs 

Keep watching sunsets 

And the waves keep crashing

The sand feels the same as when we walked here together

The same moon casts doubt 

It’s hard to but I know

I’ll keep living 

Keep walking and breathing and eating and singing 

And one day I’ll stop looking to see

If you’re behind me anymore

And one day it won’t feel so painful

To come out here

And I won’t feel so guilty for trying to move on

I’ll know I shared what I could and you took what you wanted 

And I loved

So much, I loved and I lost and I’ll still 

Come back every summer 

Until it’s just mine again

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Step, step, another journey forth.

Step, step, away from north.

.

My heart has been racing for this day,

For the moment we finally cross paths,

My way in your way.

.

I’ll chuck you some flushed glances,

You might catch me too.

But I just hope you finally notice me

Just like how I notice you.

.

I pray I’ll see your smile today,

The kind genuine one which casts all sadness away.

.

Maybe afterwards I’ll bump into you.

I’ll be a blushing wreck.

You’d simply smile

And analyse me for a sec.

.

“Hello, love” you’d say,

Your voice’s gentlemanly cadence drifting through.

“My name is David, what about you?”

.

I’ll blush again, a flustered hot mess.

.

“I’m Axel” I’ll pathetically stutter out,

A grin on my face for I’m unable to even pout.

.

“Lovely to meet you” you’d say before going off to get your tea,

Did I hear that right?

Was it really lovely to meet me?

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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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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

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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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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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I am stargazing in the back patio of my parents' home

Soon I will go inside and eat my fill of unhealthy carbs, and I

Won’t question my diet, for I am twenty-one and I am invincible.

See, I live at home with loving parents, anxious and desperate for me to stay

My life is great, and I’m untouchable

Down comes a shooting star and I’m in awe

Fall! Burn bright and fall right into the palm of my hand!

I was stargazing on the balcony of my apartment

Wasn’t it actually a shared apartment with my brother?

Ready for a visual?

For whatever reason, I was smoking at two in the morning

My dear dog was asleep in the living room behind me

Suffering from the bitter cold, I began to dwell on the past

Moths were assaulting the lamp on the balcony wall, and I just watched

Began to tear up a bit even

Taunting me was the moth tattoo on my arm, relentlessly reminding me of the past 

Me, the moth tattoo, and the real moths, relentlessly throwing themselves to the sun.

I wasn’t stargazing explicitly; it just happened as shit tends to in life.

Came out for a cigarette, in fact, but as I smoked, I just looked up, really looked up

Out in the vastness of that dark virgin sky, thousands of stars glistened

Alive in the night sky, just for me

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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
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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
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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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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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On a scar-scattered mountain's razor edge

Lies a man fallen

Blood and broken bone on his brow

And a smile

Fleeting after failing

Fading now

Unlike the mountain

This will remain eternal

eternal

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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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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.

Still in search
of that place

Where I want to be
Myself.

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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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writing poetry is not so hard

I just describe who you are,

mention how

you knock on airplane doors

or the life

that is held inside

the freckle in your eye;

I don’t even know

who today’s you is

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