poetry comp

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@muted thicket @dry moth

[dry moth]

<3

[muted thicket]

ello

Wow we really writing poems

[glass portal]

the lust the crave
designing ones grave
the mist of touch
lost in mind full of grudge

[steep shell]

I like poetry

[muted thicket]

i can't write poems for my life lol

[glass portal]

we see we loose
no destiny no use
scars and sins
will we pretend to let it in?

[muted thicket]

tbh i don't see the head or tail...but it sounds nice

Oh damn, sahil good 💯

[glass portal]

ye i dont too im writing real time na

ok give topic

hmph

nvm

[steep shell]

Life

[muted thicket]

Love

daffodils

[glass portal]

nmice one

lets start imma mix em all

[muted thicket]

oh noice

Yes yes

[steep shell]

Life love and daffodils

[glass portal]

the rings of stars
the deliquent strings tiding self to wrath
the cold breeze of love
striking the spine with gold of my clate

[dry moth]

daffodil pog

[glass portal]

the daffodils of spring
the velvet grass i lay on
the clear glow of sky
wheres noone is in demise

[muted thicket]

this is not a competition this is a massacre

run run for your lives

It will take me few days to write two lines of poem✋ 😭

[steep shell]

What about a poem about reminiscing nostalgia

[glass portal]

alas! i lost , the dream was shattered in crumbs
the lost in dread of hopeless romanticism
we see no death but will we ever live again
for again it will be done , one day on dusky dawn

will be waiting prolonged till i see her face in this song

woo

i thought u all were writing too

[muted thicket]

where do you come up with this...

[muted thicket]

it would take decades lol

[glass portal]

this is how i write

free verses

[muted thicket]

pretty smug tbh

Free verses

[glass portal]

yes theres no rhyming schemes , tahts free verse poetry

[muted thicket]

okay lemme try

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ok next topic

[muted thicket]

wait

okay next topic

[steep shell]

This one?

[glass portal]

ok

[steep shell]

Nice!

I gotta get back on track soon but I want to see this poem

[muted thicket]

the songs left unsung
the doors never opened
would one day lead me back
to nostalgia

[steep shell]

That’s really nice, I would like to analyse both poems

[glass portal]

i look back on the day
so life no dread of unknown
we laughed we cried
on the dreary road of long lost summer
reminscing of the wind
of grudge and pale skin
seen no light in a million years
butterfly colors and golden fiers

i

[dry moth]

sahil istg i admire your talent sm

like leave some for the rest of us

[muted thicket]

well this was my 1st time

i could do too yk

[glass portal]

that was good man

[muted thicket]

i dont write poems bruh sahil

[glass portal]

give topic to write on

[muted thicket]

o

[steep shell]

Put aechtwo’s poem and sahil’s together

[dry moth]

youre p good <33

[steep shell]

It actually makes sense to me

[dry moth]

o

storytelling issit 😳

[muted thicket]

depression

[glass portal]

fav one

ok less go

[muted thicket]

yes<3

[muted thicket]

my fav is back 😔

[muted thicket]

its back baby

[muted thicket]

i tried so hard and got so far
but in the end it doesn't even matter...
linkin park

[glass portal]

the tears richocheting on the fine lawn of bones
panic , all my demons laugh
for weak and pale skin turn blue around
I curse myself for the sake of love
theres literal no sign of hope in world

yes thats me who laughed in vain
the one with seemingly happy smile on face
but wheres its gone i see no life
my scars show the sign , even tears dont fall behind

[muted thicket]

so depressing lol

[glass portal]

: D

bun writing poetry

[dry moth]

not really poetry but :")

"i remember how your eyes widened and your lips slowly curved with joy as you unwrapped a gift you got.

but now, the spark is gone.
no joy left behind.

i remember how every day youd be up around the same time the sun was and the first thing you did was come down with a face ready to take on whatever life threw at you.

alas, all thats left of you, is a shell.
a shell of the person that once was.

now all you do is stay wrapped up under covers.
crying.
screaming.
hoping that someday
something
would change.

that you,
would go back to how you were.

that you,
would feel what you did.

alive.
and happy.

but that day
is not
today."

i should really go to sleep

[glass portal]

demn

T,T

[dry moth]

[muted thicket]

f that would make an amazing speech

[dry moth]

thank you(?)

[muted thicket]

is it over?

[muted thicket]

omg

[glass portal]

is it?

[muted thicket]

idk

[glass portal]

nexttopic

[muted thicket]

amazing

[dry moth]

grief <3

[dry moth]

aw thank you

[dry moth]

[muted thicket]

I liked it 😩

[muted thicket]

I love this ✨

[muted thicket]

i think i would go sleep almost quarter 12...have a class early inthe morn..but if you are doing this tomorrow then i would love to join in

[glass portal]

the sorrow of a thousand moons
laying upon me in this room
the thoughts of loosing myself behind
is reignign my soul and all my mind

[glass portal]

yea sure sleep man

gn

uwu

[muted thicket]

gn

good night people

[dry moth]

sleep well <3

[muted thicket]

goodnight

[dry moth]

im glad you did

[dry moth]

thank you

[muted thicket]

Loved it ✨

[candid blaze]

@glass portal That must be some dark place if these poems came from the heart🥺 ❤️. You write beautifully!!
I will probably copy these and keep them in a note, with the poet as you, to read again.
@muted thicket can't believe this is the first time you tried writing a poem🤯 . Sooo good
And @dry moth that writing makes you get lost in the passage and feel the sadness🥺 ❤️ . It was amazing and 😢

You all are sooo talented 🙌
I can't write like this even if I sit all day long.

[dry moth]

aww im glad you think so

[dry moth]

we all have different talents, myst

[candid blaze]

True!! Will be reading it all if you guys write more😌

[muted thicket]

thanks myst and it really is! i am a bit surprised myself...glad you liked it!!

[candid blaze]

Good that you discovered this new talent then😋

Just write whenever inspiration hits you

[muted thicket]

I WANT TO WRITE TOO!

GIVE ME TOPIC!

[glass portal]

||NO UWU||

[wraith summit]

ur topic : || rick rolled ||

[rough kraken]

i have a rough draft for that

[wraith summit]

it would be a pleasure to read it

[rough kraken]

Rick rolled and bumped his head
And for once he has not said
Never gonna give you up, no
For he was the one down.
On top of the hill he jumped, so
Rick rolled until next dawn.

[muted thicket]

wowoowow

[rough kraken]

sorry it's a bit dark hehe

[wraith summit]

as quentin tarantino watcher. i love dark

[rough kraken]

it would be impoessible

he is not giving heaven up

[sand elbow]

hellow

[rough kraken]

unarchiving

[muted thicket]

i was wondering where this went

[muted thicket]

why doth not he understand what comes out of mine mouth?
its simple
as simple
as counting on thy fingers
1
2
3
all i said
was
i like the way your hair looks today
and the way you smile
and the way you make those silly jokes
that make me laugh for a little while

@glass portal
NOT SHARING EVERYTHING
BUT DIS ONE NICE + MINE

[glass portal]

he shall not be known for the degrading thoughts lost in the vicinity of this ever evolving world
the thoughts of one running down the isle with blood red hands and cliche of killing knowledge is what ignites the rage
the rage is still not felt till the lastmoment of the allical devour and the pavenment leading to ones destruction
for thy shall cast upon the one who doth acknowlege his wrath and in the mercy of the secondary locked on dillusion
for people bein a man of materail and lust is the last thought of peeking through the gates of lauvre and thinketh one shant be worried on

[rough kraken]

'tis but a graveyard for my brain

[glass portal]

i came back home and bam this was on my mind

[rough kraken]

your mind is beautiful 🤌

[glass portal]

and so are u bricks

[dry moth]

QMSNWNXJENXEMXMEKXKKEKXKK3CKWSIIR

YOU TALENTED MUNCHKIN

MARRY ME??? /LH

[glass portal]

whats LH im dumb in tones verbs

[dry moth]

lh is light hearted

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oh

[dry moth]

mhm

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yes gets married

[muted thicket]

o

[dry moth]

LMFAO

jay×sahil doe

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well yes

[muted thicket]

sahil cheatin

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oops

[dry moth]

cheater

[glass portal]

funny how idc feelings lmao

its all blur

[muted thicket]

badboi

[dry moth]

[glass portal]

@muted thicket write something by fellow poet

ok imma write a lil more

[rough kraken]

the topic is marriage/divorce heheheh

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hmph oki oki

[dry moth]

divorce

[glass portal]

the shatter of glass inthe veins of her cold blooded mind and the vicinity of hatred
the lost keen life of one which shall never be recovered from the scars of this trauma it left
two people coming together in love and butterflies crawls on their spines of this long blur emotions
we tend to feel life's in control js for it to loose free once again in the depth of concealed mirages

starts the days with smile on face and really insights of kisses on her cheeks
the day moves fillin the rage only it to implode at the end of lifetime
she think the person is life but little she know death disguised in cocoons
it signifies its rage and devour her only leaviing a skeleton of emotionless crank

@rough kraken

done ♿

[rough kraken]

this talented bean

[glass portal]

u

[rough kraken]

🪞

[glass portal]

🕵️

[muted thicket]

imma write something that ppl might actually understand...but you guys have to wait for a day ot two,i'm not a genius like sahil conjuring words in a nick of time

[sand elbow]

hmm

[muted thicket]

arre
what what?

@glass portal

He doth not know
That he has a star in his eyes
That lures her to him
Every day and Every night
The star in his eyes

He doth not know
That his eyes are like a clear starry night
his eyes, like a deep blue ocean
his eyes, like a dense green forest
have a mystery
A mystery for her to solve

All she wants to do is talk

And by heard by him

but
He doth not know

[glass portal]

I do know the lust, the feels we do just in order for it to be crushed by this world of agony
Stars and glitter disguised under the blanket of thorns and spikes scarring you as you keep going on in life
Mind so exaggerated there's not a single soul for it to be defined of
The blueth dara of the ocean is what consume you in your darkest days leaden one unto the path for it to be defined of none
All I wanna do is enjoy the silence of this misty breeze underneath the oak tree we used to cry about

[muted thicket]

oh shit

THIS IS SO GOD

[glass portal]

♿

[muted thicket]

i want to hear nothing
see nothing
feel nothing
but still exist

this life
this pity pity life
has hurt me so
making me want to fall off th cliff any second

but why
but why do you have to exist?
that pretty face of your
still lures me
that non chalant
happy happy
pretty pretty
laugh thou has
has anchored me to this world
forevermore

die
die before me you fool
so that thou shant exist
when mine existence finishes too
die
die before me you fool

for i shall not be able to die
till the time thou walks this cursed earth

[wraith summit]

this is scary

[muted thicket]

really?

[wraith summit]

u want to kill that person cuz that person has pretty face?

[muted thicket]

cuz they've troubled me so

[dry moth]

consider this:
oke wait no nvm too dark

[muted thicket]

dm me then
im open to ur thought!

[glass portal]

i got in mind to write what if the person if already dead and what u seeing is a past memory?

[wraith summit]

oh.

[dry moth]

sure

[wraith summit]

that really happens. u can get hallucinations

[glass portal]

yes but i seee this going way dark

[muted thicket]

i've been darker than dis
dw

[wraith summit]

time to see some sunshine

[glass portal]

welp same and dont wanna be there again

[muted thicket]

i might wanna maybe?

[glass portal]

no promoting unhealthy midset for me tho

[muted thicket]

its like
lfe=happy
mind=shit
poetry= golden

[muted thicket]

@glass portal
we need more

[glass portal]

not now bruh im tired

[muted thicket]

ji

[glass portal]

that scare me plsss

[candid blaze]

What? "ji"?

[muted thicket]

[muted thicket]

?

[wraith summit]

I read the poem again and now its funny

[muted thicket]

@wraith summit
dis one?

[wraith summit]

The way u said die die u fool

[muted thicket]

that does have a funny element too it

but if you even stand in the speaker's position yiu may be able to understand how stressed the speaker is
||not me tho||

[glass portal]

the question is whos the speaker

[muted thicket]

think
and thou may find
what had happened
to the girl
who wanted her lover to die

[glass portal]

she died?

[muted thicket]

to the girl
who wanted her lover to die

[glass portal]

yes she died

[muted thicket]

u were asking who was speaker?

[glass portal]

i was asking what happened to the speaker

yeah and that oo

[muted thicket]

as it shows in the verse,
shes confused af

[glass portal]

nice

[glass portal]

bruh this thread cant die pls

[glass portal]

flying out through the spiral webs of richocheting life
not a single is livin happy in the world of chaos and ruin
wee see no signs of far out heaven for its hell all over with no life and dread
but ig we will make it out js in time for life to be enjoyed and love to be seen

[muted thicket]

yay

[plain ridge]

oh my god

[plain ridge]

this is really unsettling, i love it

i think there is room to be radical in poetry, you can only get a few words in so each line has to pack a punch.. in the words of charles bukowski "bim bim bim!"

[muted thicket]

thanks!

[muted thicket]

hey

wrote this in exam hall
after sci pre board lol

o' ye bird
perched atop the g8 oak
bring the words that my ears and heart yearn for
bring me the news from lands far and near

o' ye g8 wind
flowing hither and tither
bring me news of death
death of the soul i no longer want to care for
bring me news of death

o' ye g8 lands
bring me news
bring me the the news of the tyrant's fall
fall of who had troubled me for so long
bring me news that he hath fallen

[muted thicket]

8/8

[muted thicket]

ji?

[muted thicket]

nvm

[glass portal]

the stars , the clouds , the glimmer of light
the passionate breed of lustful lies
we see the heart of love and demise
dilemma of continum , the academia of highs

the moon , the dark , the shatter of nights
bringing me souls , to feed and abide
hurts to know it all in vain
for she love someone else , misery and suffice

the blood, the cuts , the devil on my right
feeding me grudge , to harrash me to die
i am already gone for it was in grave
calling out for help, i see no hand on rise

this thread shall never die

[muted thicket]

ye

[muted thicket]

you won't get it

[muted thicket]

ok
means it was good?

@plain dove
look what we do here

[plain dove]

wtf is this hahahaha

[glass portal]

we do poetry competition here

[plain dove]

wait i like

[glass portal]

all written in real time

[plain dove]

can i send something

[muted thicket]

Competition ?

[glass portal]

yes go

[muted thicket]

ye
mainly we 2 write lol

[muted thicket]

you are the boss

[glass portal]

well...

[muted thicket]

naii

[plain dove]

roses are red
i think
I'm colorblind

[muted thicket]

i am writing too

[muted thicket]

ig its more serious than that 😑
@plain dove

look at dis
tagged msg

[glass portal]

roses are red , blood on spikes
blues of violet , scars on the bruises of my heart
lsd made me blind, colours glimmer around the world for it to be found in haze
yes that true i see no life

[muted thicket]

wao

[glass portal]

this is real time less goo

[plain dove]

roses are red
so is my vision
forget what happens
when it takes over

[glass portal]

i shall forget for it is to be lost
in the shades of violet green
in valleys of crippling souls

[muted thicket]

take your time sahil...poems are not to be rushed lol,you sound gibberish

[glass portal]

hmph well yea kinda

js defind being lost in mind

[muted thicket]

but you are a genius tho

[plain dove]

impossible to save
keep getting pulled down
does a spiral have an end
or does it last forever

[plain dove]

hey i actually like rushed poetry

i liked it

[glass portal]

its about to be looped
for i see no end to this demise
but still dont we try?
for left spirit to spark some light

[muted thicket]

Roses are red
Violets are blue
Vodka costs less
Than dinner for two

[muted thicket]

o ye light!
burn our souls
for no more chance it what we yearn
end
end
end this life in a mist
for all shall be pretty when this life ends

[glass portal]

nice one

time to yeet gotta go somewhere

[muted thicket]

@plain dove
u joining in?

[plain dove]

ye sorry was banning someone

[glass portal]

imma be back after an hour , will reply to poetry then

[plain dove]

except end is a myth
for an eternity of tears
is destined for us

when all there is left but a soul
the end becomes beginning
and pain start anew
and all there is left
is a memory

of how it once was but never will be

[muted thicket]

awesome finish

[plain dove]

🥺

[glass portal]

no wait

[plain dove]

haha

[glass portal]

lemme write

[muted thicket]

poetry fight

[muted thicket]

what about the new life
shall we carry
our pains
our sins

into what thou says is
a new life
and not
the end?

[plain dove]

"yes"

hahah

[glass portal]

it never meant to be
for my soul is deep buried in the hollow of this earth
pain crippling all over my body
seeing nothing but dark driven trolleys

ive been asked to take you they say
frightened my soul ran from this haze
in the midst of chaos and ruins of life
searching a new beginning, a meaning of this hide

oki cy

[plain dove]

omg i love this

thats a nice ending

or is it

is it really an ending 😭

is anything an ending 😭

[muted thicket]

the life of an immortal
is of an endless torture
never going ahead nor behind
stuck in the shackles of time
it will stay evermore
is this the fate you wish for someone
that you love or abhor?

[plain dove]

i cry as well

[glass portal]

depends on ya

[muted thicket]

all that was left is a shell
a shell of the man he once was
lionhearted
brave

all seems lost
for he stands there
rigid
as stone
as the art he fell in love with

[plain dove]

i love how you guys interpret it and steer it somewhere else

this should all be published

[glass portal]

thats the thing i never think before writing

[plain dove]

i have an anonymous blog thingy

where i wanted to write my thoughts

but i only ever posted one thing

lemme find it

[muted thicket]

completed me part

[glass portal]

i think here we have about 15 to 10 already , u can use then if u want

[muted thicket]

I'LL BE BACK IN 15MINS MAX.
WRITE A PART TILL THEN
@glass portal

[glass portal]

im going out pls

[muted thicket]

@muted thicket
try continuing

[glass portal]

ye

[plain dove]

theres only one post as i said

[muted thicket]

wow

[plain dove]

and will prob delete the link in a bit btw so 👀

it never happened ok, there was never a link haha

[muted thicket]

the handwriting is so pretty 🥺

[plain dove]

thank you :((

[muted thicket]

wow...the poem i mean

[plain dove]

ye its just thoughts i have but i forgot to keep posting skjdfgsd

[muted thicket]

u should post more

i love that

[plain dove]

i'll try

haha

[muted thicket]

all seems bleak
and nothing is what it seems
would it have been better
if he hadn't left his mind meander?

all seems dark
as the time rushes past
the curse of the generations
had finally sought his path

all that's left is bell
the bell to sound his knell
the welcome release or the temptuous infernal
was a deed he could never asunder

@muted thicket @glass portal i did it

it's a continuation of navya's

[glass portal]

send again or ill kill you 😃

[glass portal]

nice

[plain dove]

https://tenor.com/view/puppet-awkward-looking-what-side-eye-gif-15476992

[muted thicket]

he's empty
as empty as my mind without him
that pensieve look on his face
that i hate

i just saw the blood rush into his cheeks
and now it is gone
was he crying
inside?

[muted thicket]

no no the poem has ended....he's dead now,knell is played in a funeral

[glass portal]

MAKE HIM DUCKING RISE FROM DEATH

[muted thicket]

on that right away

[muted thicket]

look ye
look
its he who rises from his grave

not to save his country
neither to tell his mother that he stole the scones

but to tell his beloved
for one last time
before laying in his eternal slumber
that he
he
had loved her
always and forever

@glass portal

[glass portal]

nice

[muted thicket]

DUCKING AMAZING

[muted thicket]

ty ty H2

[plain ridge]

bro going to hell for scones

[muted thicket]

no no
he stole em maybe idk

[plain ridge]

i really like this one, but i don't get the rigid art part

[muted thicket]

rigid art = sculptures

[muted thicket]

AAAHH

[glass portal]

huh

[muted thicket]

Ha

[glass portal]

The closure of breaths in the wink of an ever lasting epitome
The congour of thoughts in the midst of ruins of love
The hardwoven ties of rage in the vicinity of metracia
Blurring out the words for it to be a invincibility of hysteria

Istg this is not gibberish OK... Try to decode

[muted thicket]

yayy way to go...💯

[muted thicket]

.

o'ye @glass portal

[glass portal]

bol

[muted thicket]

o 'ye sahil
let this not die

[glass portal]

hn so u write

[muted thicket]

all i can think rn in
y call her bad from her kings are born

[glass portal]

she baddy lmao

[muted thicket]

its a thing by guru nanak dev ji
||u fool||

[glass portal]

oh

[muted thicket]

,

[muted thicket]

@wraith summit

[wraith summit]

aaah yes. i remember that stuff

[glass portal]

the treacheous soul of one devouring my hand in the scars of the abyss
the longing pain of one's crust of howling winds
the call of the sea by the midst of night interstating every thought of death
and the final leap into the unkown treachory of land of the undead

[muted thicket]

wah

[glass portal]

its not wah when u realise its about someone commiting suicide

[muted thicket]

but still
_everything everything _

[glass portal]

i can write one of birth too

actually im goonna

the light of eternal youth rising upon the deemed beauty of the child
the scenery of everlasting rejuvence in the joyfull aroma of thoughts
the mountains embering new born on its way to life of intricate complexities
just so you know a boy is born with lights in his eyes and outcasted shimmer amidst the rise

[wraith summit]

Who is the treacherous soul

Or treacheous.

Is it death personified?

[glass portal]

referring it to the damned soul in hell

[muted thicket]

imma be thinking bout him
someone

[glass portal]

lucifer?

[muted thicket]

as when he removed his mask
like a warrior on the battle field
with the feeling of victory flowing through his veins
his face as red as his own blood
and full of the waters of toil
that is what i want to be
happy
elated
with success
with accomplishment

@glass portal

[glass portal]

i have a feeling u in love with someone hahah

[muted thicket]

nai

[glass portal]

the carves of the impicits cuts in his hands
the thousands splender snatched upon the rising veins
the warm blood raging through the impeccable heart
yet i stand here unconscious, undelusional and slashed off highs

@muted thicket

[muted thicket]

yeahh
u get it

[muted thicket]

expalin 1st line pls

[glass portal]

the person has went thru some trauma of self harm and the cuts are still visible on his hand

second line is well a girl simping on his veins lol

the third is the warmth u feel when u see someone in ur heart

[muted thicket]

that doesnt go with the thing does it?
i understood the rest

[glass portal]

it does

imperfection is part of love

[muted thicket]

when there are no cuts?

[glass portal]

see the cuts are used to metaphor the imperfections

[muted thicket]

yeah

[glass portal]

its not all sunshine yk

[muted thicket]

yeahh

[glass portal]

ye

thats why i added that line

i really wanna write for some publication , maybe in college ill do : D

[muted thicket]

thats g8 uk

[glass portal]

ye ye ill improve too

js need to study vocab, poetic devices and different rhyme schemes but no time rn

[muted thicket]

yeah
it comes to me naturally some how uk
all of this

[glass portal]

same

i feel no pressure writing it all

[muted thicket]

you might be using them
but just dont know them by name
lol

[glass portal]

ik few but not a master in it

[candid blaze]

Also, open mic poetry

[muted thicket]

yeah didi

[candid blaze]

After boards also you can find those ig. Chd must have some hosted every now and then. Pec students must be hosting many of those

[glass portal]

the introver in me is screaming tho im finw in social interaction

[muted thicket]

yeah
might be
who the heck is gonna tell the parents tho?
||ps my parents dont know i write A WHOLE LOT of poetry, has been since 8th||

[glass portal]

saem , u dont need to say it

[wraith summit]

why would writing poetry be a threat to parents

[candid blaze]

Try it in college then, or when you get more independence to go to open mics🤣

[candid blaze]

You still sing here on the server. But not the concern for now. Think about it in college. It would be a good way to make connections to get your poetry published.

[glass portal]

oki

[muted thicket]

@wraith summit
THEY DONT KNOW THAT I DO

[muted thicket]

ji

[glass portal]

they doth* know

[wraith summit]

so u r parents know and her parents know

[muted thicket]

@glass portal
they do not know
ppl

[wraith summit]

tell them ur a poet in disguis and that u work for the biritsh government

[glass portal]

nope

we left that biz in 1947

[wraith summit]

aaah shit when did u guys leave. why didnt u call me. am i the only one here

[muted thicket]

ig so
britain is more dear to me than india

[muted thicket]

.

[glass portal]

.

[muted thicket]

,

[muted thicket]

!

[candid blaze]

'

[glass portal]

=

[candid blaze]

~

[wraith summit]

This is the poetry i ve been waiting for

[muted thicket]

`

[glass portal]

)

[muted thicket]

to us it euphoria still

[wraith summit]

Such simple signs but deep meaning that i won't and will never be able to interpret

[glass portal]

Bang bang

Pew pew

[glass portal]

Idk what that means

[wraith summit]

wrote a shit deleted it all

[glass portal]

Good

Dude why it's so hard to make windows 11 Bootable

[wraith summit]

hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

its still unstable

[glass portal]

Fr

I'm stuck on 97 percent

[wraith summit]

windows always get stuck on a number. and then suddenly goes to 100.

[muted thicket]

&

[wraith summit]

fel gud

[glass portal]

It's still on 98

[wraith summit]

my windows 10 cumulative update once took 2 hours. if ur installing windows 11 or updating, there are chances of it happening

[glass portal]

Finally bypassed it, it's installing now

[wraith summit]

[muted thicket]

.

[muted thicket]

^

[wraith summit]

hmmmmmmmmmmm

[glass portal]

slip slop tock crock

[candid blaze]

Bippity boppity boo

[plain dove]

new blog post

[rough kraken]

your handwriting 🤩

[plain dove]

hehehe

[wraith summit]

Big bang small fang

[glass portal]

the presence of apathy in the menace of the chaos
the broken promises and apalogies on the edge of a blunt knife
still we keep waiting and waiting and waiting
does it even make sense of things to cry in the sewers of sorrows?

[muted thicket]

.

[muted thicket]

,

[muted thicket]

_

[muted thicket]

.

~

[glass portal]

wow exam got me not able to write poetries

the facade of crucides driving me to madness
the queues of this wait on the road of frosting snow
the numbness in my hand in the middle of the haze
the fogging up of mind and blood pumping through my veins

today's the day for i shall confide
my future, my past , my present and demise
the chains of the cues buried deep within eyes
looking for the person to hold up and call you mine

[muted thicket]

Suddenly in silence they born,
and steadily in silence they fade away.

[muted thicket]

1

[muted thicket]

.

[glass portal]

staying at my place
crying an ocean just to let you die
chilling on my couch listening to metal
js when I hear a crash of clashing metals

and what if i told
worlds falling apart and nothing made sense
the craving and dilemma of this lost journey
for me to be lost just when its time

[muted thicket]

To dance with death, a dream
to swim in the red river, euphoria
To jump off the hill named life,
A dream, A want

|| ||

[glass portal]

a dream reminiscing in the dark
under the creaking stairs of the old broken darts
for death is lurking in the shadows of my life
edging on this ride startling my chilling crine

[muted thicket]

Andwobble!
Pigloaf bandoofle binklippofill!
Frauphurber zintwhistle?
Grandistloader quientofritz ing bloy-bloy?
Bloy exastipation grilp...
Pisstooberint candorting andwobble.
Andwobble.
Andwob...ob...obble
Andwah...
Ah.
-chris thurlow

[muted thicket]

h2 high ?

[muted thicket]

not my poem

[muted thicket]

but it's good na

[muted thicket]

makes no sesnse

[muted thicket]

yours does? /jk jk

[muted thicket]

u r gonna get on from me now

[muted thicket]

what's that?

[muted thicket]

special, toasted ||slap||
||jk ofc||

[glass portal]

uff

im thinking of something so dark to write on but cant find it

[candid blaze]

A black-hole?

[muted thicket]

heh

[glass portal]

well , something fictional

[candid blaze]

I heard Squid Games fits that description

[muted thicket]

what happened to something super sweet?

[muted thicket]

its feels better to writ about dark

[glass portal]

still on it huhuh

[muted thicket]

I've been crying myself to sleep for the past 3 days
or 3 months
who knows?
who cares?

Ive got so much to tell
so much to speak
so much to talk about
does anyone care?

ive been crying for days, crying for weeks
longing to not be me

@glass portal

[glass portal]

yes no one cares
the world moves on for the anarchy of this dread
its about time you find someone who does
someone who sits and talk , letting go of your leaden heart

i can feel myself looking theough the glass
the glitters, the shatters, the lustre of the stars
once a golden tear dropped of my cheeks
felt the bittersweet pain and joy of this henderous rains

yes it dont last , it dies and rot
i see myself crying on couch , scarring myself , cuttin all clouds
the dream that they showed when i was a little kid
crumble before my eyes for its all starting to reminiscent

[muted thicket]

wow 🥺

[glass portal]

@candid blaze i found my dark surrealism , its heironymous bosch paintinds . he painted a lot of nighmare paintings which are extremely detailed and belong to 19th cenutry europe, perfect

[candid blaze]

Really? I'll check them out💯

[candid blaze]

Truly horrific😃

[glass portal]

😃

[muted thicket]

ayy you started to make sense now
good job yagi!!!

[glass portal]

i always did

[muted thicket]

Hello peepa

*peeps

[muted thicket]

@muted thicket here!

[muted thicket]

Thank you so much!! < 3

[muted thicket]

Okay i wanna write a poem
Give me a topic

[muted thicket]

stars

[muted thicket]

Okay thanks

[muted thicket]

Here we go
In the dark night sky
There was the moon shining so bright
And a little star twinkling near by
The star asked a question to the moon
‘All eyes at you .....
Is it a curse or a boon ?’
Moon replied with a smile
‘If you are the one shining out of millions
With ur good deeds ,enjoy all the pride ‘
If the shine is fake it dies
And no one can tell where it died .

[muted thicket]

.

[glass portal]

Light glimmer across the streets
The stars crushing golden dust
On the pale moonlight of this shivering night
The lights auring up the air
For its Christmas spirit heading jolly upon everyone

[frosty rivet]

@acoustic meteor

[muted thicket]

What is the condition of a paradise?

but do you know a fairy?
been dreaming away.
Heat and run,
Oh my wandering son.
To my dear universe,
I hear the sunspot
But I cannot reach you.
If I could, I would ask
What did you eat today?
The heart of Thomas, you'd say.
Sweet blue flowers,
bloom into you.
What is the condition of a paradise?
That blue sky feeling,
And the sweet blue flowers.
Whisper me a love song,
I want you to stay a little long.
There are things I can't tell you now
But maybe will just let it go.
Our dreams at dusk, our dreams at dusk.

—made a poem out of LGBTQIA+ manga titles

—And another one that I wrote yesterday

(Through) your eyes

What does your world look like?
Is it deary or is it scary?
I wish I could see it through your eyes,
Then I would know what your world is like.

—it's incomplete tho.

[acoustic meteor]

Ok guys i'm preparing a thing idk what exactly and it may looks weird but i hope you'll like it

[acoustic meteor]

Here is a poem I called:

Dust

I see myself, constantly fading into dust,
Whil. I’m looking at my hand, my fing.rs, I s.. dust,
flo.ting, slowly, up to the c.iling, th. sky, som.wh.r. …

I d.n't kn.w why, h.w, .r if it’s r..l .r n.t. I just f..l lik. it is. but sinc. n. .n. .ls.
s..ms t. s.. it t.., th. d.ubt t.k.s pl.c. ..d th. dust g.ts sw.pt u.d.r th. rug.

.f .’m b...g h…st d.ys .r w..ks p.ss.d b.tw... ..ch ..d .v.ry l… ..d p.r.gr.ph.
.’m f.ll.w..g my d.ct.r’s pr.scr.pt..., t.k..g my m.ds f.r .ll th. c..d.t...s .’m suff.r..g fr.m ..p..g f.r r.sults t..t w.ll ..v.r c.m. .

. just ...l.z.d t..t m.yb. t.. f.m.us v..s. “.ll c.m. f..m t.. dust ..d .ll ..tu.. t. t.. dust” w.s ..t t.lk..g .b.ut d..d b.d..s g.tt..g bu...d, but ..f..s t. T..S !

W.’.. … dust, ..t …y my f..g..s, my …ds, .. just mys..f but .v..y...!
t.. m... . f.cus t.. m... . s... .t’s ..t .b.ut m.d.c.t… .. ..y c..d.t…s t.. dust ..v.. st.ps!

.. m.tt.. t.. p…s, t.. t….p..s, .. p.…s .’m st.y..g t. ..st. T.. DUST .s ..w.ys t…. .. .v..y s..g.. b…g!

… .pp…..g .t .s t. b. t.. …y .... ..t..ss .f t..s s….t, v....us, ..d ..v.s.b.. .…..…

.. …t ..y .. . d.ff....t?

...'t . just d.. ..k. .v…... ..s.? .. .g……. .f t..s g….. s… t..t .u.bs .. ...d ..st..d .f .. b.d..

T..s. .….s .f DUST... ..… d. t… ..?

... … . k…, … . s.., t..y ..v.. .. d… …

...

...

…

.s . t.y t. f…s. t..s. f.. t..u..ts, . ..t… .. u.s...k.b.. …… t..t t.. DUST ..s st….d ...v… .., . just tu…d 27.

ENDust...

[acoustic meteor]

for any questions ping and/or dm me^^

[acoustic meteor]

Here's another one since i couldn't find sleep

I’m I a stalker?

I’ve spent and keep spending time trying to convince myself that I’m not.
But at the same time, I can’t imagine a month, a week, even a day, without being aware of her.
I don’t know. I don’t care about what she is doing where, when, and with who.

She literally saved me from a jump. I just want to keep a promise I’ve made to her a few months after we met
“I will always be there for you, no matter the cost, no matter if our path tears up apart, no matter if it leads me to my tomb, I will.”

Maybe I was dumb, maybe. Some people told me so.
I just think she was the chosen one in my personal life adventure.
The mighty heroine who was supposed to brighten my desperately grayscaling life.

And for a while she was. She gave me all the colors I could ever dream of.
In return, I was the Pierrot, always creating new characters, new jokes, new ways of messing around.

Now I’m craving for a picture of her life, to see her joyful face.
I’m standing in front of my screen searching everywhere for her.
But she is nowhere to be found.

Breaking up with someone is like losing her forever.
I don’t need a lot, just proof that she is still alive!
I need to honor my words

I Never promise anything I can’t do
This is the one breach in my mind.
I can’t be there for a dead, what would be the point?
I’m in denial, I won’t accept that, I can’t accept that.

I don’t want her back in my life and I suppose she thinks the same,
she must live a better life without me as a burden.
But these words I’ve said once are deadweights and if I don’t respect them there is no reason for me to stay sane.
Since she passed away physically and virtually a lock took place on my emotions.

Since then I lost the ability to cry.

I can hear some of your thought which says that I should move on.
Trust me I've tried, but I’m an old-fashioned man and as Davy Jones,
My heart has been buried and my hopes with it.

[muted thicket]

istg this, is soo good

[acoustic meteor]

thx, i didn't think a lot for this one^^"...

wb the first one did u get allthe layers ?

[muted thicket]

nope not at all

[muted thicket]

I get uptil the second stanza but then it gets more confusing because the missing letters. I think that's like a fading effect to the poem? Thats cool

[acoustic meteor]

that's the whole point yup ^^ finding the layers of reading. yep there is more and more missing letters each line/part in fact u can add one more letter to the list it's a kind of puzzle but there is a simple logic behind the letters gone

but tbf i dont think it can be solvable, i mean without the answer next to me i would have surrendered too xD

[acoustic meteor]

and yeah it gives this fading into dust feeling

thx^^

[muted thicket]

Oh i thought about the missing letters meaning part too, kinda tried searching but couldn't, tellmetellmetellmetellmetellmetellme lol

[acoustic meteor]

sent

[muted thicket]

ayy that is pretty good you know
i mean that is absolutely mind blowing
good job!!
did you write the poem or just removed layers?

[boreal grail]

“I don't believe in magic.'
The young boy said.
The old man smiled.
'You will when you see her.”
― Atticuspoetry

[acoustic meteor]

wym

[acoustic meteor]

for those who are interested here's the unlocked version of Dust

Dust

I see myself, constantly fading into dust,
While I’m looking at my hand, my fingers, I see dust,
floating, slowly, up to the ceiling, the sky, somewhere...

I don't know why, how, or if it’s real or not. I just feel like it is, but since no one else seems to see it too,
the doubt takes place and the dust gets swept under the rug.

If I’m being honest days or weeks passed between each and every line and paragraph.
I’m following my doctor’s prescription, taking my meds for all the conditions I’m suffering from hoping for results that will never come.

I just realized that maybe the famous verse “All came from the dust and all return to the dust” was not talking about dead bodies getting buried, but refers to THIS!

We’re all dust, not only my fingers, my hands, or just myself but everyone!
the more I focus the more I see. It’s not about medication or any conditions the dust never stops!

No matter the pills, the therapies, or places I’m staying to rest. The DUST is always there on every single being!

How appalling it is to be the only one. Witness of this silent, vicious, and invisible horror…

In what way am I different?

Can't I just die like everyone else? In ignorance of this gloomy snow that numbs my mind instead of my body.

These grains of DUST... where do they go?

For all I know, all I see, they never go down…

…
As I try to finish these few thoughts, I notice in unspeakable horror that the dust has stopped leaving me, I just turned 27.

[muted thicket]

LMAO dust original unlocked

[glass portal]

Hnph imma give up writing

Duck is the new leader

[acoustic meteor]

leader of what? xD poetry is an art there is no leader

and my texts kinda suck to me

@rough kraken the fuck are u doing here hidden ? i don't wanna be bricked

[glass portal]

Lies

U write amazing

Imma take my time and perfect one single poetry this time

[rough kraken]

The bricks are gifts for ducky to bring you back to your senses
Your writing is really good

[glass portal]

I'll post of 1st Jan

[acoustic meteor]

I don't like to spend too much time on a piece because I keep restarting to do better and at the end post nothing xD i just take a simple word or idea or feeling and let the story flows. i adjust some words or detail after and that's it ^^

[glass portal]

I write mostly in real time

[rough kraken]

See, a leader

[glass portal]

Like I'll type it out and send

No I'm no. Leader

[rough kraken]

Leaders

[glass portal]

Just a metaphor in this society of dead poets

[acoustic meteor]

aɪ æm ðə ˈraɪtər ænd aɪ dɪˈkleə ðæt maɪ ˈpəʊɪm ɑː ʃɪt !

[glass portal]

Integration it=it square /2

[rough kraken]

You are getting bricked anyway

They are not

[acoustic meteor]

one thing too: even in class during exam i just keep repeating out loud what i am writing xDDDDD

[rough kraken]

I am the reader and I say it’s good. End of story

[glass portal]

U have my energy

Imagine giving an exam and now half of class know the answer :

[acoustic meteor]

this isn't math there is no one answer

xD

lucky me

[rough kraken]

But ducky you forgot a z in my poems👀

[glass portal]

Pleo teacher

[rough kraken]

Hehehe sorry

[acoustic meteor]

true but i don't like phonetics

and grammar

[rough kraken]

Phonetics is soooooo coooollllll

[acoustic meteor]

and rules

[glass portal]

I like grammar

[acoustic meteor]

anarchy

iz ze way

[glass portal]

Gn gn

[glass portal]

We look into those eyes
Loosing myself and life around
Diving into the trench
So lost it wouldnt be found

Looking for love in strangers
Wandering the streets, the garden of stawns
The sinful thoughts of living so fast
Drinking in days, and snuffing all night

Metaphor the craze , the touch so glazed it shouldn't be dimed
Your hands like silk
The marbles of crips
The memory of this glass
And the spikes of broken hearts

You'llfeel my love
My hate my crimes
Cuts of shattered dreams
And sinicity of bleeding walls

[wicked sinew]

I wonder if I know him
In whose speech is my voice,
In whose movement is my being,
Whose skill is in my lines,
Whose melody is in my songs
In joy and sorrow.
I thought he was chained within me,
Contained by tears and laughter,
Work and play.
I thought he was my very self
Coming to an end with my death.
Why then in a flood of joy do I feel him
In the sight and touch of my beloved?
This 'I' beyond self I found
On the shores of the shining sea. ---Rabindranath Tagore

[muted thicket]

The silence in me
Beyond the heartbeat
The sound of air and blood
Feeding the body
You can hear me
The silence in me
||Death,death,death||
Lies hidden in that silence

@glass portal there u go

[muted thicket]

oof
good stuff ✍️

[wicked sinew]

TYY ace!! I really like this poem✨

[muted thicket]

The grass is green across the hill,
But yellow blooms the daffodil.
It's sunshine on a little stalk,
A friendly flower, I bet they talk...

Of little kids, too long inside
They burst outdoors to play and hide.
Tracking mud and bringing bugs.
Look, there's footprints on the rug!

Tiny whirlwinds, these little tykes,
They skin their knees while riding bikes.
They rip and roar, they're running wild!
What fun it is to be a child.

It grows warmer every day.
Shoo the children out to play!
Pick the flowers, play in mud.
Too much rain, here comes a flood!

My snowy, winter days are gone.
I mourn them, but I hear a song
Of birds in trees; wind chimes ring.
I guess it might as well be spring!

[muted thicket]

This is beautiful ❤️

[wicked sinew]

Barely existin', ain't living

Bodies these days

Striving, weeping, concludin'

Neither joy nor Contentment did ever hit here.

Even him on the left got it all best,

Wholly rewarded, ain't trying his best

Hurdles got crossed, ain't following your steps,

[glass portal]

The epotic swirls of the Swan on the hill
The cherrious gloss of peary nights
Listening to waves of this breeze amidst silence
The serenity of spuless camps in cursade dogma

[muted thicket]

Beyond the path without you
is a forgotten promise to keep.

We may have walked side by side,
but now we go on back to back.

And though our paths may not cross,
all paths are connected somewhere.

When I arrive at where you are,
we may not appear to be as we were...

But we'll make another promise to keep.

[wicked sinew]

Quack quack
I like to play blackjack
With my mate jack black
Quack quack

I am a quacky boi
Let's go make some noice
Quack glock In dahouse
Bathtubs filled with rubber ducks .
Squeaky squeaky is the new black

[muted thicket]

Squeaky clean 😎 lmao

[wicked sinew]

Thanks 😄

[muted thicket]

check here tp u might find smthin @muted thicket

[muted thicket]

@muted thicket @muted thicket @woven quest

[muted thicket]

Die before me you fool so that thou shant exist ....man some golden lines there🌸

[muted thicket]

Deeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep

Deeper than mariana trench

[woven quest]

deeper than joe

[strange dagger]

hi so i just joined this thread how do we play?

[muted thicket]

hi so i just joined this thread how do we play? x2

[woven quest]

just have to send your pieces of poetry i suppose

lmao im new too but this has been dead eversince

[teal totem]

same

[glass portal]

dont play, pray

pray for all this pain to be lost
for delecacy of sorceres hand
for lustre of a thousand splendid stars
and creed of this enigma of life

your prayer shall be heard
for life is merciful in midst of pain and cruds
you shall give up, or rise above
this deliquent dream of glass threaded bloke

[strange dagger]

this is nice love the imagery

i also just wrote something it’s complete but here u go

scathing little thing, you wear out the envy in the glass water bottle
a fortunate forbidden fruit of this house,
you split the mirrors with your untouched sound
i am what protrudes from the tip of your nails
the wretched seething soul forming a shapeless shape

[glass portal]

somehow youre writing style matches mine

amazing

we both be using a lot of metaphors

[strange dagger]

aa yes that’s what i thought as well

[strange dagger]

the unusual ones might i say

[glass portal]

the sequenting souls of this crux of life
the middle of nowhere we both sit tight
look into the sea of heavenly smiles
the dark , the dreary of cold blue highs

[glass portal]

not unusual but yea rare

[strange dagger]

in the purple when we draw our breaths, form a mirage of an uncanny land
we each take turns thinking about the shore
allude to the perseverance of the sliver spoon

[strange dagger]

haha apologies if i ruined it

[strange dagger]

do u write regularly?

[glass portal]

the mirage was shattered with glass of molten time
the trance of loosing yourself in amidst of ruins and fun
tame yourself for you might be broken
of what lies ahead and all the time is frozen

[glass portal]

whenever i want

[strange dagger]

this should be the apt ending i think. the warning comes off as a weary sign which is in itself a repetition of universe’s words

[glass portal]

i never ended it

[woven quest]

woah

deep meanings

[strange dagger]

yes i never said u did lmao

[woven quest]

its amazing, both of you

[glass portal]

lol

[strange dagger]

aa thanks

[glass portal]

the thing is i can go on for way long butidk

[strange dagger]

haha go on try maybe

might be better than u r expecting rn

[glass portal]

hahah but its your turn rn

[strange dagger]

aah oookay

[strange dagger]

pray to the dead and their lies
a hallow pit awaits your eyes
the mirror will glance from far ahead
with an unheralded hostage flesh

[glass portal]

the chains of hell ablaze
the aura of lost wrath burn the eyes
the quivers of lashes on the back
the drausta of so called "death"

[strange dagger]

wdym by drausta here?

[woven quest]

can i ask you all something?

[glass portal]

drastic/adversity , modified the word acc to the poetry

[glass portal]

go on

[woven quest]

thx

how do you guys make poetry?

[strange dagger]

oh how did u figure that out?

[woven quest]

i mean this stuff is phenomenal

[strange dagger]

sure

[glass portal]

i dont think too much

[woven quest]

when and how did you all start

[strange dagger]

it just... happens? and when it doesn't then it doesn't

you strt by writing gibrish proceed onto write more gibrish end up writing less gibrish

[woven quest]

this has to be the most inspiring thing ive ever read today lol

[glass portal]

write gubrish so deep that it becomes meaningful

[woven quest]

i have a decent grip on the language but i cant ever get myself to get poems out like you do

[strange dagger]

lmao everything u say u talk with whatever words u use ar epoetry u just gotta see it w those eyes

[strange dagger]

i can't either

[woven quest]

aight imma start trying

how do you start tho

i mean is there certain topics you choose and start thinking or is it random

[strange dagger]

for me usually something or some phrase or line clicks then we write it down

u dont always need a certain topic or theme

[woven quest]

i see

[strange dagger]

just write about anything

like strt by saying i love the colour blue

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this makes a lot of sense

[strange dagger]

thats a good strt

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yeah im sure i can make something out of that, albeit some gibberish

[strange dagger]

but obv im no one to like know everything so ehh this might all jsut not make sense

[strange dagger]

always some gibberish

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yep

rome wasnt built in a day

thanks for your advicee

[strange dagger]

anytime pls

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or like hues of this hazed blues

[woven quest]

my brain knows those words

but they dont seem to come out of my head

i cant put them together like you do

the vocab

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dont force it , be easy

[woven quest]

yeah, i will try to go easy

atleast that way, at somepoint ill make something useful

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yea

[muted thicket]

Bro this is some next level poetry 🤌

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Beep bop

[static igloo]

Been pulled down,

Beaten and invalidated.

In tandem, over and over again.

A product of denial and sin.

Red on me, red on my actions.

Schadenfreude,

Oh, how I wish.

Retrouvaille.

You’re so far away.

Why you had to go and not stay?

La douleur exquise.

Kind of all over the place but that's the ambedo of poetry in my opinion

Its structure is entirely arbitrary

It's an expression and only man who deems themselves critiques of such structure constitute of what's "perfect" in poetry

*critics

[muted thicket]

how many lang do you know?

[muted thicket]

this is a good one

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How many sess

[muted thicket]

10

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Fire in the lungs
Ablaze are all my words
The breath of listening the ocean cry
The fire blaze in tyranny of heirs

[glass portal]

How it feels to loose someone
I wish I never knew it hurts in the core
The squint of clashing thunder of the shore
And the pain of dark nights of this chore

My days were blank and night a sober clause
Illicit ember in the mind amidst this Dread
Sequent colours of a dying person's bed
Is enough to break the greatest of men

But hey! , we push still in hope of grace
In light of this flora and the waves of the haze
The savoury smell of leaves in the dark
The glyceryl touch of moss in the broken shattered flass

You really think it's easy to shift my mind
But mind, O mind listen to this heart
It sees only pain and sorrow in these shards
Yes I might be wrong ,after all games are in my brain
But sure it hurts so bad and pain is fresh in this angst of loosing grace

[glass portal]

yet you never know how its bonds
my scars alone inside my head
nothing left to do in this dreadful world of craves
surrounded by strangers in a pity party of overgrown teens

youll see it really dont work
i die for you , yet you demise to live for me
cuts up on my arms , the blades you sewn into my soul
it hurts till the end and i smile just to bear the pain

yet i let you inside , under my broken skin
the latter of the smoke thus caused
choking on my words i said that night
you wont regret living by my side

it works , it might not
youll find me hanging on the floor of the room 38
youll cry ik but how long will that last
days ?maybe nights reminiscing my past and future of cost

your'e my ride or die
that what you said when we first met
ig i died for you but you ride off with cret
you wont find me next to you now
it wont hurt, it wont scratch the veins of sequenting devil's frown

[muted thicket]

this is awesome @glass portal
you are getting loads better at this

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uwu thnx

[muted thicket]

i hope everthing's alright tho hehe

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welll..... XD

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that pause scares me
Stay strong buddy

f s you worked hard on this

i don't think i would be able to do this
good job 🔥

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BHAI NOO abhi likha free hand bas XD

[muted thicket]

bhai sahab 😵‍💫

🙏.

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Im working on a real piece tho huhuh

[muted thicket]

keep a log of your poems oki

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isliye to i send here , archive delete nhi hote here

ill copy emm one day

[muted thicket]

chalo sone jao bye

gn

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gn

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question my life , so are my thoughts
looking through the haze in the valleys of helma cross
the stars are glazing my soul in the disruptive aura
answering all my love , the gaze of thougnum flora

i walk upon the rocks , hyming the songs of the dead
feets sinking down , so is the misery of this dread
the golden masked eagle guide my way to the south
glycening my mind with ease , I follow him through this drought

to be continued....

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the sunken feet shivers my spine
the dilemma of loosing faith through the spirits of undead souls
the cripple smile of the screams of past
yet so wise and pondering in haze

drops of dew on the path thee walk
the blades of the crunken solicit cross
the undead shall rise objecting choice of baith
Shall question my mind with naura , the delusion of faith

arc 1 ended : the soul is still trapped in the valleys , questioned by the mortals of the this undead land arc 2 : he shall find the answers or be trapped in this ethopia

[glass portal]

damned are my thoughts to condemn for all my sins
heavy mind aching under the oath of unspoken grieving pain
reminiscing is my blood from the burns of these scars
the trapped souls screeching me down in crunken berosen

look for faith in the oblivion
forge thy soul with chaos and reign
so broken are ties of future and the past
Free thy from this misery of unclausing pain and wrath

arc 2 : answers are still blurry, is it faith ? or its just his words trapping him down , he's trying to find the answers for the same

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thy shall condemn in this land of undead cruxes
tarnished soul must be cleaned of dirt and million roaches
so shall he pray, devouring his faith into the void
still unknown of the faith he had lost, in creasing pain and vulgaring clause

His legs are no more bound
sink of the sand is frozen in time
glycening through the amend he had fought
Paved are his ways to the myst in the frown

arc 2 ended : he had been freed and now shall walk towards the myst in the the glora creek arc 3 : he is visited by someone , we shall find it in this arc as we progress

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The dark knight standing in the eerie shadows on the clemence
yet so hazed under the demise and sorrow of this fenacity
tarnished shall speak for his sins in cradle of lies
blazing eyes of the red wrathing dragon greeting thee down with all of his might

yet he see the flame unbroken
clustering was his mind and lustering all that's floken
moved by the aura , he praises the ending brones
shivering him by his feet and flying away in the azure

[acoustic meteor]

There are rifts that cannot be closed.
Wounds that cannot be healed.
Flaws that cannot be corrected.
And others that you don't notice until it's too late.

There are those that haunt you, invisible
and which suddenly reappear implacable.
They take you by the throat and grip your heart,
While you abandon yourself to the scarlet veil which covers your sight.

They never leave you.
Even if you think you have forgotten them,
A simple image, a simple sign, a simple word;
And your defences crumble, leaving you exposed.

Time is unforgiving,
And sooner or later, you have to face it.

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the scenes reminiscing in my conscience
giving on a deep sense of regret under the gloom of this aura
the hermit hitting the hammer under the cloak of thundering daylight
scrotching my heart with the beats of the flourishing tale

the battle lost on the shore of jutenheilm
thousands dead yet living in the past of the lands
the blood shed on the satin of mother
satan can yet be seen lurking in the dark eager about the rage which drives the human race

years have passed yet the battle cry never ends
thumping of the million feet hitting grounds of the undead
the tears ricocheting in midst of the day
under the grazing stars shall find the truth of this vicarious slaughter

[woven anchor]

Nice