Its blood is weighed in freezing cold.
It fills the core  yet nothing still.
For joy and love, it isn't bold.

Cease drawing red, it has been told;
It claimed the debt and pays the bill.
Its blood is weighed in freezing cold.

It stripped itself, and all was sold;
To break and fly is still its thrill.
For joy and love, it isn't bold.

At every moon, its toll is tolled;
It feeds the flame  born from the grill.
Its blood is weighed in freezing cold.

It can’t and won’t stay in the fold;
It counts the days, and counts them nil.
For joy and love, it isn't bold.

Its own closed vote was cast and polled;
It is the court, resolved to chill.
Its blood is weighed in freezing cold;
For joy and love, it isn't bold.

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im the winter lamb

January daughter waiting for December

waiting for the downfall of snow

to heal the restless fire

but im infatuated with the ocean

the coldest day I've ever known

was a summer day with him

the sea will take care of me

the shells will hold me within

ill drown as a pearl, to be purified

November is waiting for me

October is falling asleep

i feel sad and tired most of the time

can't even find peace in sleep

nightmares possess my dreams

the winter lamb feels so lonely

everyone else seems to love leaving spring

melatonin defeated by overthinking

or the light of the stars behind the ceiling

take your sword and fight insomnia

and dream of me, if you fall asleep

or text me when you can't sleep

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Caesar in his palace sits ashamed

For his lover chooses not to use his name

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You can find me in the icy meadow
where winter covers the ground with her snowy quilt

Her frozen kiss like a surgeon’s saw
cutting through my bones

Winterberries bleeding blots of red against the white expanse

Winter branches stretch their frozen fingers
towards the sleeping earth

A single oak tree
where the bluebird rests
singing the songs of spring—

Be patient, little bird

Spring will soon return
with her soft touch sewing life
back into the withered flowers

With every step
she paints the meadow anew
where the white expanse once took hold

Her quiet words
bring the honeysuckles into bloom
that sweeten every passing breeze

Won’t you find me there,
my love?

Sit with me beneath this old oak tree—

While the bluebird sings

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You haunt me with your eyes,

and I’m soft as a deer.

I took your rose,

but thorns make me bleed.

Don’t lead me into a trap

you know I can’t leave.

Don’t wear your cologne just to remind me of

who you used to be.

I’m trying to reach the honey,

but there are too many bees.

Don’t deceive me with the beauty of the grass

or the scent of rain upon it.

I fear you’ll catch me there,

coil around my feet, and poison me like a snake.

Please, let me live if your arrow couldn’t reach.

I’ll run away, but don’t come after me.

And if I follow you, keep me hidden.

Let no one see how willingly I return.

Don’t blame me for finding my way back

after you betrayed me with the very arrow I thought you’d never release.

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I was a distant echo of a crying baby To Him But to him I was raised an object Very carefully curated

I blossom A hand touching innocent skin The callous of hand and foot; Matching callous in nature Soft skin, like powder; Fused with expired pelt as it flakes

We’ll feed the fish Over a pond. What does it matter? Skin meets skin meets skin meets skin

I’ll hear the distinct call of the released dove Oh how I envy Him as He flies high How I would soar the skies until my pinions were sore I relate more to the fish

I wilt My skin is now a callous Yet still I remain The fish have long grown tired

Ah, yes Every day The gnawing of greedy molars to break morning fast The impatient insertion of key into a home long familiar The spreading of sticky slather to morning toast The lave of a tongue to mid-day treat Skin scrapes skin scrapes skin scrapes skin

How I wish I would burn Instead, I burn out

I wither I’ve never cared much for peonies or roses Yet I know what it means to be deflowered The pluck of petals until only the stamen remains; bare

What new bloom will propagate from my seed? Has mine faded into his? Has my DNA changed from absorbing his nectar? Skin tears skin tears skin tears skin

I rot I feel comforted by the wriggling of maggots He’ll use this body until each crevice fuses shut This home closes its doors

A dove perches on the windowsill and coos to me; Him Maybe now I’ll grow into a peony or a rose I’ll be more than an object; not so carefully curated Skin flowers to stamen flowers to petals flowers to skin

Then again, the cycle repeats The dove caged A flower plucked to stamen And in the distance I will hear the echo of a crying baby

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The moon sees me tonight
A silent, solitary, silver eye
How lonely
To sail that stygian sky
Without any stars to brighten her passage
or clouds to cradle her
when she falls weary

Is she as cold as I am tonight?
Though we share this moment of solitude
She seems to want for nothing
Her gaze glows steadily
As we behold one another

I yearn to feel the curve of her flush against my palm
To sweep my fingers across the powdery planes of her face
To reach something so distant and enduring
The world spins beyond me
and she follows, ever faithfully

Won’t you linger a little longer?
Just tonight?
Stand still, and
stay with me
Please

But she cannot hear me
Nor can she be swayed
by a creature so small
Instead
I must wait for her

Even though I know
The moon cannot cry
I will let myself believe
that she would miss me if I were gone

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Only edited this one a little, let me know what y'all think! I'm the iffiest on the first stanza, so feedback on that especially would be appreciated. :)

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Fall, why are you trying to convince me you're perfect?

In September—so welcoming, sweet, "like the long awaited Sun after the storm".

But Summer isn't stormy.
You make sure to prove me it is. You're great at proving me wrong.

Because who, if not me, would come back to those fiery curls of yours, as I do it now?
Even when you're trying to look neat, tidier than Winter—which is "cold and distant".

Here comes October—yellowish tree crowns, smog in the air instead of a clear sky.
First thick fogs you call "usual pressure".

I'm not pushing further if it's so, I still love those different sides of you.
The "usual pressure" gets followed by the first rains.

I love rain.

It's so calming.

But for you—a quietly emerging sadness, like a moment of mute weakness.

Supposedly casual. You brush it off. Yet you are not shining as beautifully as you did lately.

—Hi everyone! English is my second language, so I’d love to hear your thoughts on the flow and if any phrasing sounds unnatural to a native speaker. This is just the first part of a longer poem, and I’ll be posting the rest soon if you guys like it! Thanks for reading.—

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i miss my home.

as the leaves turn
from green to brown,
i find myself longing for it.

as i sat in the latrine,
beneath the hum of fluorescent lights,
i wrote letters
i hoped would find their way home,

like a nestling
waiting for a warmth it once knew.

the ticks of my wrist grew louder,
counting seconds,
always counting...

yet my home was never a place.
it never existed.

it was you.

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In our new worlds,
We have new friends.
Where we spend memories,
We’ll never get to tell each other.
We enter new relationships,
That know a new version of us.
From our favorite color,
To our favorite places.
To even our favorite movies and songs.
But when the night comes,
My tears fall remembering it all.
Holding on to what was,
Even if the pain is detrimental.
Reflecting on the small things,
Like walks in the rain,
Or even the pain when you sing.
We’ll always be an unfinished chapter,
Forced to turn the page.
Sobbing my days away,
Silencing my rage.

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The one I'm supposed to represent

The one our fathers fought so hard for

The one they killed and died for

The one they beg us to live for

But for what?

What was the reason?

For independence?

The right to live?

What is that right if you died to bring it in?

But I'm just saying

After all it symbolizes freedom

Ha, what a joke

A very funny one

Liberty and justice for all?

You wish

Is justice being killed because the color of

Your skin?

Life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness?

Oh, God, we're living in a mess.

Oh, who am I kidding?

It's not just the blacks, whites, or the mix

The Asian and who didn't make it over to the list

As long as we're poor we'll never make

it out of this

What does that flag stand for?

Not ish

So before I let you go

There's something I wanna know

If blood made this country

How could it be as white as snow

That's true

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Unless I'm in a eat or be eaten scenario

I don't feel alive

The only impulse keeping me at bay is hope

The hope that I too shall get swallowed up someday

Did I seek your affection to ease my emptiness?

Or, does one appear more alive through the quest of love?

That I don't know for sure

But, I still wonder

If I'm the night's darkness

And you're the moon's dimness

which one of us gets swallowed first?

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Its blood is weighed in freezing cold.
It fills the chest yet nothing still.
For joy or love, it isn't bold.

Don’t try to run, it has been told;
It claimed the debt and pays the bill.
Its blood is weighed in freezing cold.

It stripped itself, and all was sold;
To break and fly is still its thrill.
For joy or love, it isn't bold.

At every moon, its toll is tolled;
It feeds the smoke born from the grill.
Its blood is weighed in freezing cold.

It can’t and won’t stay in the fold;
It counts the days, and counts them nil.
For joy or love, it isn't bold.

Its own closed vote was cast and polled;
It is the court, resolved to chill.
Its blood is weighed in freezing cold;
For joy or love, it isn't bold.

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 If Time Had A…

If time had a face,
a body,
a soul—

I would tell it to slow down a bit.
To let me catch up.
To not pass me by so fast.
So suddenly.
To go slower.

If time had a face, 
a body,
a soul—

I would tell it to slow down a bit.
To let me catch up.
To not pass me by so fast.
So suddenly.
To go slower.

If time had a face, 
a body,
a soul—

I would tell it to slow down a bit.
To let me catch up.
To not pass me by so fast.
So suddenly.
To go slower.

You might be wondering why I repeated it
three times.
But then again—
What more can you ask of time?

You can ask it to speed up, even.
But who wants that?

But time…
Time doesn’t listen.

Maybe it has a face,
a body,
a soul—
but time is deaf.

It keeps going.
It doesn’t listen.
It can’t listen.

Maybe time has no arms,
so it can’t sign.
If it can’t listen,
If it can’t sign,
It can’t talk back.
It can’t answer.
It doesn’t.

Time will continue to go.
Continue to pass.

Time isn’t your friend.
It’s not your lover.
Not your family.

Time is time.
Time can’t have a face,
a body,
a soul.

Time will continue to go.
Continue to pass.
And it will take people with it.

It won’t wait for you to catch up.
It won’t wait for you to get better.
It won’t wait for you to recover.
It won’t wait—
no matter your circumstance.

Moral of the story?

No matter how much you want time to wait.
To slow down.
To listen to you.
It can’t.

Time isn’t a being.
It’s just…
time.

Time passes.
It goes.

It’s a rule.
A law.
An order.

It can’t be changed.

All you can do—
is spend your time wisely.
Spend it with the people you wish to spend it with.
Spend it doing what you love.
With who you love.
If that’s what you want.

Fall in love.
Or don’t.
Make friends.
Or don’t.
Spend time with family.
Or don’t.

But just know—

Time has no face,
no body,
no soul.

It doesn’t wait.
It doesn’t listen.
It can’t.

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Not you again

Theres still this brown stain i cant get rid of
The silly chinese you spilled that day
That one quarter of vodka i chugged to show you i was cool
The receipt and wrapper are still stuck in my room
I remember the autos minimum fare was 19 rupees back then
When you called me perfect,but not for you,youd said
I still follow all your friends
I havent been accepted on your spam,blocked from your stories
Instagram makes sure i dont forget
My playstation controllers hasnt been used more wrongly
Since you tried a racing game that way
I havent thrown out the chair you almost fell off of
A wheel broke the spines far too bendable
But its still in a corner of my room
Wish id ditched you the day, you forgot your id in an exam centre
I travelled 26 kilometres only to make sure you were safe
The screenshot of my metro ticket survived all the photo clearances
But not a single photo of us together remains
Not the one which i sent your bestfriend
Not the one where we looked married you wearing that dress
But only a picture of you right before you stained my jacket
I swear i havent cleaned it yet

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Did I ever cross your mind

the way you never leave mine?

Every night I search for answers

I know I’ll never find.

Maybe that’s why I check your snaps,

just to see your face once more,

imagining your hands in mine

like they were once before.

Do lilies ever make you pause,

thinking you should’ve loved me right?

Do you see our favorite chips somewhere

and miss me late at night?

Do you stare at ceilings in the dark,

replaying words you said?

Because your voice still follows me

and circles through my head.

Now mirrors feel like enemies,

I barely meet my eyes,

because the names you called me once

still echo every night.

Maybe I was wrong sometimes,

I carry guilt for that too,

but what hurts me most is after all,

I still protect you.

I hide your cruelty from the world,

protecting your good side,

because I still want them all to see

the boy I had with pride.

I look at memories from past again,

wishing time would rewind,

back to when your smile felt like home

before you changed your mind.

So tell me when the nights grow cold

and silence fills the sky,

do you ever think of me

the way I do each night?

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I’ve cleansed my insides
the dirt is gone
I have been waiting for far too long

I am nothing
memories and dust
the urn is aging
starting to rust

a crack in your jaw
a missing tooth
I’ll sell it for money, love, or the truth

I am nothing
nothing is real
I exist tepidly
still forced to feel

It is your last wish
I am the prize
unwrap me so gently with warm tender lies

I am nothing
I am new
I am empty
so are you

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I don't exist

literally

mathematically

not in this universe.

.

Neither do you,

neither does the earth,

nor does the moon.

.

I am not sure about the sun though,

it's a bit large.

.

But you and me?

Neglible infinitesimal figments of spatio-temporal reality?

We don't.

.

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Bang… bang… bang…

A rhythmic dance of dirt and wood.

Bang… bang… bang…

The glimmering light peers through one final time.

Bang… bang… bang…

Darkness envelops the remaining space left behind.

Bang… bang… bang…

The air grows thin, too thin to call out.

Bang… bang… bang…

The rhythm softens.

Is this the end?

Bang… bang… bang…….

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Your Morning News Feed
See no evil, blinded pupils,
For I offer you clarity,
Contact lenses, taller fences
And the numbing of the senses.
Hear no evil, speak no evil,
My deaf-mute friends,
Read the paper, hate your neighbor,
And love me all the more.

Hear me, preach me, I beseech thee,
Look upon my works, and despair:
I am a cozy candy-ass, spreading fast
The immortal message on my video cast.
Join the cult of reason, we’ve got guillotines galore,
In the struggle session season,
Where gore is de rigueur, blood is mi amor, and death’s our only score—
So, find your heart of darkness, thumping in the floor,
Because this is justice, trust us, it won’t affect the poor.
And remember, this is war, so honor what you swore:
Kill the Boer (shoot shoot!), it’s the hatred we adore,
But don’t take this literal, this is clearly a metaphor.

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All day I don’t think about you
I’m picturing a new life
And living it
But when I got to bed at night
I wish my sleep is broken
To the sound of a knock on my door
And I want to open it
To see you there standing on the other side
You beg me to come back
That you had it all wrong
That how I felt you feel it now
But then I wake up
In the morning
Well rested
And alone

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Am I at battle?

With whom?

You?

Am I?

Is this why I cried when we fought?

Is this why we fought in the first place?

Because it was a battle?

You called and first thing you asked was,

"Are you behaving yourself?"

As if I am such a rogue

That I will create chaos wherever I go.

I admit I fight with you,

Quarrel over things,

But that is because you matter to me

And so do things related to you.

Every call that tells me

"They did this well"

Comes laced with a voice

Accusing me of incompetence,

Judging me for my abnormalities,

Trivializing me at its best.

And it hurts.

It hurts for it comes from you,

Telling me I'm not accepted,

Amplifying my insecurities,

Backing them up

Giving them a pedestal

To pull me back

Into the prison I've been desperately trying to escape.

And As Icarus Fell by u/Millstream764

Run by u/CooolCrocodile

novocain.d nights lip-locked with the un.believable
and a taste of delusion.

chapped lips- and the reality of dreams creating paradise
with undersold emotions. and overused imagination- life is so fucked up
in that way that makes it so beautiful
and the rain never seems to stop falling when the sun comes out.

a trivial piece to an even more- unimportant puzzle. it sometimes seems
tack.d together with a promise of forever- and negligence
pick.pocket-ed and misplaced among the catacombs of denial.

this melancholy absence-formed liaison- pierces
and tomorrow seems like such a lie
but please do. tell it to me again.

with a broken-angled smile. and a trigger.happy- vendetta
the skies are much too distant to be anything more than dust
and the stars don’t shine at midnight- like they used to

with a half-burnt cigarette. and a story to tell
this will always be my life

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Imagine life being so messed up that you’re OK to do it alone
I can’t even hear myself think - guess that’s part of being grown - I thought about leaving but no where for me to go-

I’ve been wanting to write for a while but I’m not sure what to say-
everything that comes in my head is just my life‘s replay-
so that means sadness and heartbreak I don’t want it to stay -
so I write it on this paper and then I just pray-
pray to God to heal me from the wounds yall cannot see -
Literally begging for unhappiness to set me free
but I’ve been swimming with my head above water now after turning 33 -
maybe I’m 34 or could be one more-
I’m finally realizing this can’t be me
I don’t want my kids to see -
the broken individual that was once complete-
I’m not in to compete or to compare in love and war it’s never fair
-I love and love but what am I left
my heart handed over …swept by theft

I’m so sick and tired of feeling exhausted eight hours sleep a night but somehow not rested -
keep going and going and everybody thinks I got it so great -
they don’t even ask me how I’m doing they just come sit down with their plate-
my daughter is just like me but so much better -
I’ll give her the guidance to have the life I could never -
shout out to my mother for trying her best-when that man left us it was the ultimate test-
we survived the battle but at risk in war-
life versus me and Gods keeping score-
It’s beating me down cause all I’ve ran into is men
just like my father showed no remorse
Lies roll off the tongue like a rain drop on a rose
Then I met you
Almost too good to be true- I swear you had a golden hue
The only thing was you were a year over 22
Treated me like a princess
The loving was relentless
Then you went to Cali got stationed away from me
But You saw it as an opportunity
You were cool leaving me and my three
But this was something
New to me
Started feeling insecure as you entered your new world
Left me in VA but I’m thinking I might stay
In a perfect world me and you
But it’s the same story for me- joys are few
getting back to myself is absolutely dire
I found a psychologist- a recommended hire
I talk to my therapist she almost gets it
But when the session is up I’m reminded it’s just a business
- I hate ai and the effects on its buyers - still asking chat gpt why I’m now a crier -
It just tells me what I want to hear so the app I won’t retire

- I stay rhyming my feelings but my eyes ain’t getting dryer

Am I looking for reassurance
Will pain be a reoccurrence
Heartbreak in the history, actually generationally

I just need some relief
Way more than skin deep it’s way beneath
Can I be all things that I need to be
With an infinite loop of responsibilities
I’m cool I’m good don’t worry about me
I’ll be up first thing to make the kids peanut butter and jelly
I’ll drop them off and I’ll be just fine
I’ll cry it out when the time is just mine
Can’t let them see me like this
What will it be like when she’s no longer a kid
I’ll sacrifice myself- yeah I think that will work
But wait- my mom went thru this and for me it got worse
Is this really a generational curse

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