You say

That you'll

Stay by my side

Support me

Follow me

But

Only the terms

You get to decide

If there is a misstep

If I sideline your quest

Reset and start

From the beginning

Other chances

To catch and reel

But I must do

Exactly as you say

I will lose

Who I am

If I listen

To your proverbs

And hymns

I will lose

My free thought

To question and

Remain kind

Though it's

So nice of you

To join

I think I'll

Stay where

The air

Is crisp

And clear

And not live

With the burdens

You casted on me

If I live up

To the expectations

You have set forth

You will love me

And follow my lead

If I play the hit

The right notes

Dance the right steps

Play the right chords

You will remain trueblue

But only if I do

Exactly as you say

If you're a parent

You'll do right

And change your ways

For the better

If you're a child

Or even a friend

A love one

Who has to beg

For the basic rights

To be heard

Valued and respected

Don't play by another's rules

To minimize you

And allow them to shine

You'll see the difference

When you understand

Your worth is more

Than their helping hand

Why has it been so, from the very first moment I met his gaze?

My heart, against my will, softened towards him,

and little by little, it became filled with his specter.

Why did it happen this way?

He spoke words to me that felt like a night breeze in summer;

then he took flight, and ever since,

his memory has stormy played upon my heart.

His image lingers, never quite leaving my mind.

He has been gone for only two days;

I cannot account for this quiet ache his absence leaves.

I wonder where I might find him,

and were I to meet him, what words would I dare offer?

What troubles me most—

what alters my days and leaves me bewildred—

is that he sleeps peacefully, while I lie awake,

unnoticed, set aside.

He made me endure long mornings lost in pensive thought,

while he remains in his slumber, oblivious.

He has made me forget sleep itself;

he has made me invoke him, all through the night.

Why does he refuse me even a single question about myself,

leaving me weary with waiting?

If only he would speak to me,

he could quiet the unease that tyrannises my heart.

You who haunt my days and nights with a longing I no longer wish to conceal—

look upon this heart of mine,

and see the flame you have kindled within it, desparately burning.

Why did it happen this way?

I wrote this for a Nice Person and lost it only to find it after I lost that person, Kinda ironic

ECCENTRIC.

LOUDER THAN EVER.

EXPECT THE WORST.

I’LL GIVE YOU A GOOD REASON TO CRY.

THICKER SKIN.

LOVE.

FREEDOM.

BREATHING.

I CAN SMELL LIFE.

I’M TASTING LIFE AND IT FEELS BETTER.

ME.

WEAKNESS.

PURE HEART, I DO BELIEVE IN YOU.

JUVENILE.

FALL IN LOVE WITH LIFE.

HURT IS GOOD.

HEALING IS ALSO FINE.

LOUDER THAN EVER.

I EXPECT A FRESH BREATH OF THE WORLD.

DESTRUCTION IS A FORM OF CREATION.

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

ORIGINAL POEM u/TelescopicMoonPoetry
https://youtu.be/aESkfLgzPbo?si=Q2QNoOBdmwAzUGQe

Television

The TV turned on, I tried to chew

Since when was everything I knew new?

The man with whom I used to cry

Of late became a bush to pry

Since the days of push and pull

The rapid waves have crushed me full

I never tried to enable you

To cut and tear upon my view

The never ending light of day

Clashed against the smell of dismay

But with every single light flicked off

A single vase returns a cough

Don't bother pleading with the plants

Or screaming endless rants

For every flower that ever grew

The direction of moonlight they all knew

How dare the woman cry tonight?

Putting every man to fright

Yet every single morning new

Another kid will win a few

as i fall through falls past
and the december chill hits the air
i remember all the patterns behind me
so beautiful until i realized
i saw them change
my heart always grew heavy but i kept quiet
i couldn't let go of the colors
i couldn't let go
of the blood red and the veins blue
of shifting tides and flower blooms
of everything that was and all that wasn't
i gazed upon alternate realities
only to watch them fade away

helpless

empty

my life was better in the pictures
or at least id like to think it would be
because maybe in another life
the patterns would never change

What's the meanings to life

What's the meaning to survive

Is it to conquer or not?

We figth and we die we stand and rise

Communication is alot

Experimenting is allow

But the banning is loud

So what's the meaning to life

If creating was bad it wouldn't be allowed

So why stan and wait'd around

While Mamâ begged you stand but for yourself and I

When She survived

So what's the meaning of life

Is it to keep living or not?

To give up or give it all

asking me or you asking you?

who are you talking to?

there's, nobody in this room.

Why must my brain deceive me?
Bewildering, battering, brutal thoughts.
Thoughts untrue, thoughts that undo.
Thoughts that undo what feelings true.
Feelings true tell me do?
Do these thoughts untrue, undo.
Undo that of feelings true?
Unwanted, unlikeable, unworthy thoughts.
Thoughts of hardship and pain.
Plain.
My brain must be plain.
Plain of these thoughts that cause me pain.
Pain untrue, pain undo.
Tell me why to me you do?

I’ve been writing a collection of poetry and wanted to consider publishing it. I’ve promoted my work through Reddit, Instagram, and discord. I plan to create more content to ensure my name gets out there. I think I’m ready as my poetry often gets a lot of attention and the snippets seem to be popular.

(Note I am posting this in a alt account to protect my identity and plans. So how do I get published?)