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The Man Who Never Died All at Once — New Poems
I’ve lived a hundred lives, none of them simple. I died in corners no one looks — silent deaths, small fractures inside me, one after another, like cracks spreading through glass. But somehow, I kept getting back up — bloodied, bruised, but never broken. Pain twisted itself into blueprints, wounds spun into sharp ideas. I…
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In the Wake of Silence — Jaded
Silence is the loudest thing in the wake of everything I’ve said. The words hang in the air, unspoken, untouched, and I wonder if I’ll ever hear them again. But the silence speaks in ways the words never could, and I listen— even when there’s nothing left to say.
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The Unspoken Backdrop — Jaded
Love is something that makes us feel the happiest alive, but it can lie. When you think you’ve found someone, yet you’re left trying to forget. Days slip by, and still, you miss them. You sit in the past, letting it mold your well-being. What’s better in yourself? Who you were then? Nothing, actually. Tell…
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Inferno — Phoenix Heart
My heart is ticking its last breath for a cause from years ago, no longer shedding a tear, but quenching the flames of anger before your satire becomes a satanic regret.
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I Closed This Book — Phoenix Heart
They acted like they could burn out your light bulb. Like they knew our make and model. It’s a tragedy, jealousy. It started at birth, masked with daily doses of pharmaceuticals and traumatic damage that turned the family into my abuser. Undergoing the worst of the pandemic of post-traumatic stress, I shook through my whole…
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Shattered heart… — An Inconvenient Attachment
Shattered heart… then life feels over. The best of friends gave me the world. I couldn’t grasp how good it was. Leaving you, leaving the memories.
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I left myself to be with you, — An Inconvenient Attachment
I left myself to be with you, surpassing the worst in mind that kept telling me this was bad… listen to your heart.
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I Am a Fish — Freedom
I wonder if I will ever escape. I hear tapping noises. I see fingerprints on my glass bowl. I want to be free. I am a fish. I feel nothing at all. I touch something smooth. I worry if the cat will get me. I am a fish. I understand that I am stuck here…
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Forehead — New Poems
Exposed to the wreckage of rise and fall, Burned by the same cycles of discord and broken paradox That haunt every soul — No one ever sees my point of view, Only to return, As if the first time was even a beginning. Maybe it takes a process to find your way back. Reason. Hold.…
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My Current Love Story — New Poems
Wading through the wreckage of loving you, Unbalanced heartstrings hum forgotten tunes, Melodies of sorrow echo in the hollow, Questions pounding against the walls of my mind. Confused scenes replay, Laughter masking the ache, Trying to believe it was ever real. Focusing on the lonely chords Of an acoustic guitar’s quiet cry But the show…
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Hollow — New Poems
Restored in the melting pot of others’ sorcery, Laughing at the stock they brought to the table, Like the offer held any kind of redemption. Tortured by the burdens of selfless growth, Yet glorified in their missing misery. Pretentious and ruthless— Captures the aspects of their bittersweetness, Laughing at their melancholy As I feast on…
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Meadows of Broken Charge — New Poems
It’s like the act was the best if it was reality Scene days of awed, and heart-filled aura Capturing the eclipse of some romantic tactic.
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The Hollow World — New Poems
I walk this world I hate to touch, A barren stretch, a broken clutch, Where love is bruised and anger’s cursed, A place that’s nothing but its worst. The coven’s whispers claw my skin, A battle fought from deep within. I’ve loved, I’ve lost, I’ve bled, I’ve cried— But still I stand, though dead inside.…
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Rose — New Poems
In the garden’s hush, a crimson rose did bloom, Each petal a whisper of love’s sweet perfume. Yet beneath its beauty, sharp thorns concealed, Guarding the heart that once freely revealed. Dewdrops like tears on velvet cheeks lay, Reflecting the sorrow of love’s fleeting day. A prick of the thorn, a drop of red, Echoing…
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But How — New Poems
How do you rebuild when the wreckage is all you’ve known? When childhood was a shadow, love stories were echoes, and friendships faded like mist at dawn? He stood among the ruins, memories flashing— the waves of people, the places, the things, the quiet sorrows and the storms that roared. Reality struck like lightning, and…
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Where Are You — New Poems
I’m trying to figure out what I wanna do, trying to start a storm before the sun so I’ll learn something new. I want to love. I’m done with the single life. I want my heart to feel warm again, my body to feel worthy again— since I lost it all again. I’m praying for…
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Something in the Air — New Poems
“Something’s in the air I’m breathing today. Silence—it’s all I need from you right now. Silence—from everyone right now. Let me figure this out. I got this. Somehow. Thank you…” I confess—I’m lost. Something’s in the air— Collapsing lungs, Fatigue sinking in. I heard you once say I was your everything. I heard you once…
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Passenger to Pilot — New Poems
They brand the sky with stories, piloting perception, A crashing truth. The journey is made for you and only you. Grip the yoke, tilt the wings, And rewrite the descents.
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Sold for Nothing — New Poems
Take my heart— sell it to the man downtown, sell it to the man outside. Useless. Dragging. Bleeding. Torn into pieces— rebuild it into someone else. Take my body, take what’s left, but all I needed was you. And you— you chose the man downtown. We could’ve continued, but no. Now I’m stuck behind the…
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But Everybody Talking Shit Sucks Anyways — New Poems
Gazing into the void, Validating the difference between light and dark, While simultaneously trying not to become an emotional stranger to my own existence. The cause of action is the wrath of people’s aching jealousy mindset, Hateful Tendencies, Or even unbalanced anger. Family sees what they want to see, blurred vision built on whispers and…
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The Cycle of Emptiness — New Poems
People are hollow. We trade our bodies like currency, sell our lust for a fleeting touch— drawn to beauty, blind to meaning. We’ve forgotten how to care, how to hope, how to believe that tomorrow could be different. But this cycle— this endless ache of feeling like nothing— is not something we need to wake…
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No Place for You — New Poems
After the wreckage, I still resist the truth… Still crave your return, even as I know— deep down— there is no place for you here. Not in my heart. Not in my life. Not after what you’ve done.
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Yellow — New Poems
The puzzle was missing pieces, Fragments that once held the promise of a perfect image. Days slipped by, And more pieces were lost, Destroyed, scattered beyond reach. Frustrated, He decided to let it go, Leaving the puzzle behind, Choosing to live without it. But one evening, He returned, Sat down, And with a quiet smile,…
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Better You vs. Lower You — New Poems
Just because they said no, Don’t cry wolf to empty skies. Life moves on, indifferent, A river that doesn’t stop for any of us. We are but fleeting memories, Dancing with our egos, Becoming purpose, Or choosing silence— I don’t know anymore… Tone flips. …getting used to a new custom Crafted by a version of…
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PTSD Defined — New Poems
The people, places, and things— sightseeing, a simple pleasure, but with every turn, a lingering aroma, a sniff that pulls you back in time. Onomatopoeia effects— sounds that echo with weight, resonating in the quiet spaces of your mind. Tactile imagery— the touch of a moment, once warm, now sharp, unwilling to fade. Does it…
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Dear Memory Maker — New Poems
All you wanted was to enjoy A new memory maker, Something that stirs a feeling You never thought you’d know. But inside, the days are burdened, Carrying the weight of past ties— People, places, things. A host of ghosts, Unseen, but ever-present. He responds with a voice sharp, A hostility forged in the depths of…
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F*ck, Man — New Poems
We seek a “yes,” a helping hand, Yet fear to walk, to take a stand. The easy road, so soft, so wide, Keeps growth and strength locked deep inside. But trials teach, and struggle mends, The soul that fights, the will that bends. No borrowed light, no step untried— True strength is found on paths…
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Flares and Fractures — New Poems
I drove into the flares of unspoken details, creating an ambience of abundant cycles — crushed melancholy and hushed parts. That paved the way to broken screens and screams.
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The Echoed Return — New Poems
I saw a change in the people, places, and things, Revisiting shadows where memory clings. Old footsteps retraced on forgotten ground, Where silence speaks, though none make a sound. I challenged myself to face what was gone, To seek out the faces I thought had moved on. Time’s gentle hand reshuffled the cast, Yet some…
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Tomorrow Is a New Day, Vin — New Poems
Driving through the horizon, I glimpse happiness, but the flight toward it— that’s where the misfortune lies. Chaos, I’d rather dance with, than tame with a tame verse. I’m not asking to store the pot— Just to be on call for a few sips, whenever the moment calls.
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How’s the Melody of Doubt? — New Poems
I start humming at a stranger’s wishes, Doubtful of their conceptions, Of the melody they think they play. Is it like the maker wants a pot of misery— Stewing in the shadows of their own making? Is it stuck? How do you carry yourself with such disgust, A disguise painted over your soul, Tapping rhythms…
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Smuggling in a Smile of “Oh, Happy Days” — New Poems
Transform into the tone of the metaphor — “oh a rainy day.” Burdens carry out everyday outcomes, purpose, or even alter ego, Creating a homebody passion, When in reality, an introvert is not the title of this branding. Smuggling a smile of “oh happy days” So it won’t rain on my parade again. Oui.
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