For me it’s ripping apart my soul and barring it for all to see.
Knowing this is the only way I can let myself feel the abyss of emotions that the world has took from me.
Giving myself a voice, a way to speak.
Realizing through my art, I’m not what people perceive me to be, weak.
I am all encompassing depths that demands authenticity.
I am beautifully woven by threads of divinity.
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What does it mean to be a tortured poet?
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I love you, I’m sorry
I loved you.
I can say it now.
From the depths of my soul without reason I loved you.
When every word you spoke told me not to.
When most your actions told me I was a fool.
I still loved you.
It was there.
Within the walls of my lungs like a breathe you dare not breath.
Etched inside my heart with golden letters.
I loved you.
Although I still scream on the inside and tears still fall, I know that I loved you.
That gives me as much peace as I can hope for.
Time goes by and there it still sits inside of me.
Haunting, sad and still love all the same.
It was real.
It was beautiful.
And yet it was tragic.
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You watch me.
You watch me,
When I enter the dream realm.
Observing me
Like a predictor.
Eyes locked in silently
Planning something.
Am I calling to you or are you waiting for me to be what you want?
It shakes my world while giving me comfort that in this place I have you.
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I simply exist.
You walk around day after day with a piece of me. My soul is tucked away, going with you wherever you travel. My heart is half alive because you are freely living while I remain. As you fill the void with empty Tyrisks, I have no choice but to just exist. You have kept part of me with you. I am a walking phantom.
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Lucid
I dreamt of you again last night. This time, you weren’t just observing me. No stalking your prey. You came into a home I’ve never seen, laying down next to me face to face, just watching each other. I let those words linger on my lips. Your eyes dared me to say it. They were there on my tongue, as they almost slipped out, but I held back. You stayed, though, as a sign of patience or love, I do not know. We curled up together, talking, making dinner, and asking if I wanted drinks. Your gaze kept intensifying, as if you were trying to tell me something. Didn’t you know I don’t ever let myself believe you want to know? You don’t want to be responsible for my heart.
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Refreshed
I grew tired.
No longer hanging onto the hope you would finally see me.
Endless times willing you to call me are long gone.
Praying that you may wake up and realize you love me too.
So I rested.
Took slumber in as a retreat.
Allowing time I used to obsess over you to now fall in love with myself.
Now I am feeling more refreshed.
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I sit
I sit.
Looking out my window at the moon and stars.
On the dock and watch the sparkles of the sunlight dancing across the water.
Under the light of the moon, confessing with my words and tears.
In my bed, while darkness takes me.
I sit.
And there you still are.
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Questioner for book I’m working on.
This is about love…
Is it worth the pain?
Describe love to me from your perspective in experiences and in your hopes & dreams?
Do you believe in different loves?
Fate, past lives, karmic s for lessons, soul mates…
Is it worth the risk of living your life your way? What would you risk?
What would love never do?
(Feel free to elaborate)
( if leave name on email body I will give credit in the publishing for you or leave it anonymously)
What are you favorite actions to be loved from someone?
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And if you ask why does she love the moon…
The moon grounds me. Her majestic light calls to me, inviting me to know her. She becomes my best friend, holding all of my most profound thoughts. Reminding me that every phase, beauty is still there. The outward appearance is not the secret; it is found within her glow.
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The raw truth about me:
I’m dreamy in every way. Never afraid to allow myself to feel every single emotion and let it wash over me. Etched within my soul lies an ocean of depth. Music is the grounding force of my life, while the moon is my guiding light. I am someone who feels things deeper than you could imagine. My passion is forged in fire. If you are lucky enough to ignite it, I will allow it to consume everything in its wake. When I am forced to see anyone with bad intentions towards me or what I love, I am cold enough to allow my fire to stay hidden while I await the correct time to take action. I am gentle, so if I go there, you earned it. Writing allows me to escape and give parts of me a voice. I am fiercely protective and guarded. I am raw, unique, and unapologetically myself.
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