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You are the wound I still worship.

Even now,
I feel the thread of you
stitched beneath my ribs,
pulling softly whenever the night grows quiet enough
for me to hear my own ruin.
I saw you whole.

Not the face turned toward the world,
not the armor,
not the practiced silence —
you.

And I loved you there.
You should know that.
You should know you mattered
like scripture matters to the dying.

Something in me collapsed
trying to carry the weight of it.
My mind became a house with the lights blown out,
rooms flooding one by one
while I stood inside
pretending not to drown.

I do not know what broke me.
Only that grief has lived in my throat for days now,
aching,
burning,
asking for you in every language my body knows.

And still —
I believe every feeling was real.
Even if they only belonged to me.

Sometimes I think I was merely borrowing a future
that was never mine to keep.
An imposter standing in the doorway of something holy,
waiting for someone to realize
I did not belong there beside you.

But God,
what I would have given
to sit beside you on that porch
beneath the open night sky,
shoulder to shoulder in the cold,
saying nothing at all
while the stars swallowed the dark above us.

I think somewhere deep within myself
I already know:
there is no “us” in this lifetime.
Only echoes.
Only almosts.

But if souls survive the body,
if longing survives death,
then mine will search for yours
through every next life
until the universe finally grows tired of separating us.

Hi, I’m just here to share 2 poems that I wrote. I have no experience in writing poems but I hope people appreciate this. I wrote them when I was on a low.
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Souls unveiling,
warm blanket of the day-star
encased our fleshy-prison.
Further sailing, drifting,
out on the whale-path.
The feeling of earth’s breath
tickling my fingers.
The beat of drums building,
thunders and echoes.

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Dark eyes, starry-eyed.
my phone, a source of light.
If eyes are windows to the soul,
Souls are like stars.
Pure, gleaming with light.
Phone so bright yet a void.
A void deep and dark,
A black hole eating stars.

I don’t remember

the day it all changed.

Only that since then

I have been fighting

a battle I cannot win.

Every day

I fight the urge

to end it all.

Not because my life is hard,

I know there are others

who carry heavier burdens,

but because I am tired.

Tired of the sadness.

Tired of the loneliness.

Tired of myself.

For years now

I have delayed the inevitable.

Not because I want to live,

but because I cannot bear

to pass this pain

to those who love me.

They did not cause it,

so why should they carry it?

So I stay.

I stay alive

and bear the weight alone.

For how long,

I do not know.

But if the day comes

when I grow too weak,

I hope they can forgive me.

Forgive my weakness.

Forgive the way

I disappeared into myself.

Forgive me

for no longer being there.

Just know,

I tried.

I truly did my best.

I died a long time ago,

so long ago

that I can no longer remember when.

Since then

I have only been

a dead man walking.

And if one day

I take that final step,

know that I was already gone.

That step

would only be the undoing

of a wound

made long before.

Maybe in the end

I simply was not meant

for this world.

And somehow,

that is okay.

I have made my peace.

I only hope

you can understand.

And when I am gone,

please remember:

I love you.

I care for you.

I will never forget you.

I’m sorry

I could not give more.

Maybe in another life

we will meet again.

And maybe then

I will not be such a mess.

Maybe then

you will see my smile

and feel my love

the way I always wished you could.

I wish I could stay.

I really do.

But my mind

has always been in the way.

And so for now

the dead man

keeps walking.

I wake reluctantly now.
Like something dragged back from the depths before it was ready to surface.
The morning light feels invasive.
Cruel, almost.
It spills across the room as though it expects something living to greet it.
But there is only this hollow thing wearing my shape.
I move through the hours like a ghost haunting its own body,
feeding routines to a machine that no longer remembers why it continues.
And underneath it all,
this unbearable ache.
You exist somewhere beyond my reach
and still my mind builds shrines to you from fragments —
songs, colours, passing words,
the silence between midnight and dawn.
Everything bleeds back to you eventually.
I fear the emptiness almost as much as I worship it.
Because at least inside the dark
there is quiet.
At least there,
I do not have to pretend I am healing.
Some nights I close my eyes and wish only for absence.
Not violence.
Not destruction.
Just stillness vast enough to swallow thought whole.
Because I am tired of carrying this heart
like a wound that refuses to become a scar.

I'll straighten out the collar of your shirt while we talk

Will you then know the love I hold for you

I might put my head on your shoulder

And yours slowly shifting on top of mine

Your hand will hold my waist

In that moment I'd swirl with emotions

In the concave of love

Both sure of eachother

As if time waited for them

The wind shy

The sky in awe

Guys don't just read and go tell me what it made you feel and give feedbacks or atleast an upvote so the post can reach others too

(TW). Would appreciate feedback on the pacing/syllables. This is only like my 2nd poem and Ive never been a creative soul. Thanks.

forged in the heart of stars

designed by mighty Mars

in His divine image

or so say the village

 

flayed bare while fires hot

know oneself I shall not

woe bade me by that knife

bear the scars for my life

 

unmade by those whose love

knew more than He above

ward from ill I would not get

maiden's gaze lest be upset

 

don't dare complain

is the refrain

best pure and frail than late

why have say in your fate

 

every smile brings pain

quite hard to explain

punished for pleasure

the harshest measure

 

won't find relief

source of my grief

my body but your choice

leave myself with no voice

 

left nought but one option

the final concoction

may you cast your dry eyes down

and behold my blighted crown

Blue is the color that my Heart Beats are felt within.

Blue is the color that my blood runs through my veins.

Blue is the color that My Resting heart will always be in-Indefinitely.

Blue is the color that the ocean reflects within my eyes.

Blue is the color my soul reflects.

Blue is my favorite color 💙

But with….

You……. Boy!

My Heart skips, dances, jumps, breathes in every color imaginable 🌈

You hold the color palette sweetheart!

Luv yah!

🎶Crazy for you by Madonna🎶

This is the very first poem ever written, it's cool to look back and see the progression in writing and learning . This was way too long and a little choppy . Yet it's still one of my favorite pieces I ever was able to express. I am working on rewriting it , and would love any feedback or tips. Sorry it's so long ..

Sorrow swirled inside the shell I called myself.

I was broken long before we began.

The cracks only showed

if you looked twice.

Pieces of me held together by tape,

hidden behind a flawless facade.

Then one day

I finally opened the gate

I’d locked around myself.

That’s when I found her.

A girl hunched beside a lake,

expressionless,

with pieces of herself scattered in the sand.

I asked,

“How long have you been this way?”

Her voice was small. Shaking.

“As long as I remember.

This lake…

it’s my tears.”

I looked out across the water.

“A lake that size takes years.

You must’ve been a child.

Where was your mother?”

The girl stared at the ground.

“Drinking.

Chasing men.

Most nights she never noticed I was crying.”

Then quieter—

“And it was my fault anyway.

Before me, she was happy.”

I stopped her immediately.

“That’s not true.”

She said nothing.

Just sat there in silence

like someone waiting to disappear.

So I asked again,

“Did you decide that yourself…

or did someone put it inside you?”

Her voice nearly broke.

“One night she came home drunk and alone.

I rubbed her feet until she fell asleep.

I loved nights like that.

It meant I got to stay close to her.”

A pause.

“Then she told me I was the reason her life was ruined.

A burden.”

I didn’t know what to say.

Because while she was taught to hate herself openly,

I hid mine behind pride.

Image was my power.

Pretending I was whole

was easier than facing the truth.

We talked for hours that night.

She carried sadness like it was a responsibility.

Spent her life holding everyone else together

because she believed

that’s what she was made for.

I couldn’t bear hearing it anymore.

So I started gathering her scattered pieces,

trying to tape them back together

with the same tape barely holding me intact.

The more I fixed,

the more parts of myself fell away.

For a moment, I hesitated.

What if she saw

I wasn’t whole either?

But she needed me.

So I shoved my broken pieces into my pockets

and kept going.

Slowly, she began to stand.

Almost complete.

I thought maybe

I could give her a life untouched by pain.

A life where she finally felt peace.

Then I realized one piece was still missing.

I searched desperately through the sand.

Nothing.

Panic settled into my chest.

“How can I keep my promise

if I can’t make you whole?”

She smiled softly.

“It’s okay.

You already did enough.”

But I knew she didn’t mean it.

Then I understood.

The missing piece

was her heart.

And I had nothing left to repair it with.

My tape was gone.

My pockets were already overflowing

with the pieces of myself I couldn’t carry anymore.

But I couldn’t stop there.

She deserved to know life was more than suffering.

More than surviving.

So I made one final request.

“Live fully.

Carry your own happiness for once.

And when the world becomes heavy again…

keep going.”

Then I reached into my chest

and pulled out my heart.

I felt its final beat in my hands

before placing it inside her.

It fit perfectly.

And as her chest began to rise again,

I realized the rhythm inside her

was mine.

For the first time,

she looked whole.

And for the first time,

I smiled.

Vigorous Princess
Your perky smirk
dainty
like pink petals of cosmos

butterflies, bee's
hummingbirds
love you

no one can see the world
the way you do
a protagonist star
expressing femineity

the bright red vinery birthday rose
was missing on your ear

I want u to know that Truly it’s Only you honey!

Past!…

Present!…

Future!!!

AndThat’s it!

Period……

U need not worry ur beautiful mind. U have everything that “I” want and desire!

I want those fingers reading my body & tracing every inch on me…

Oh the shivers, the ecstasy that glorious feeling of pure bliss and desire!

Ur lips, Ur fingers, ur hands, ur arms and all that masculine essence that I want to feel in every kind of way! Always On me!

I want u to touch me like ur a blind man first learning to read Braille.

U know how to work them fingers don’t u…

We can be firsts in a lot of experiences!

Truly

Only urs!

💙🙏

There was a longing
ravaging the depths of the waters within me,
and a glance
that conquered the seas.

A yearning
that crossed the storms of time,
stretching toward the moon,
carrying its whisper
with the answer
that leaves a wound
fit for bleeding.

Who am I?

I kept staring at the moon
from the bottom of waters without rest,
while the hands of spirits pulled me
through ancient ages.

And the stars and their planets trembled with light,
so I reached my hand toward them
as though they were
sand kissing the eye,
so I might erase them from the vision
of the tender radiance of the moon.

Who am I?

Then came the fall of an oar-stroke,
cast by a man,
awakening waves
blue and violent.

And the moon hid behind the sky,
and I was no longer
who I had been.

His oar did not cut through my sight,
for I saw nothing except
his back
as he turned away into the distance.

My beloved carved me, my life,
he who sailed toward a place
the waters cannot reach.

And I remained alone once more,
though beauty had touched me.

Why am I?

Then there crept toward me
a delicate face,
while I wept for him,
my only beloved.

It descended into the deepest depths,
and illuminated the underworld.
Never had I come
so near as this.

And it whispered,
like the tail of a comet,
and the question passed through
the hole in my chest,
and exploded
with the voice of the moon

Who are you?
Who are you?
Who are you?

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