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Wander

To be or not to be, that's not the fight.

Why to be and how to be feels more right.

When all is lost and hope itself seems frail,

Fading like mist, into air, into a tale.

The future's just the present yet to cast,

And now is shaped by echoes of the past.

The past so dark it makes the devil frown,

Where shadows lurk in corners of the town.

Vision blurred and bones that ache and tire,

Struggling to live, but dreams expire.

Burdened by the weight, I barely stand,

Tempted to give up, the world so grand.

Is hell supposed to be a darker well?

If so, I think I'm living it quite well.

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Shadow's end

In joy's embrace, I laugh through tears, A mad clown in this world of fears.

Once lost in darkness, anxiety's friend, Now blinded by light, my shadows end.

No more the shadows, my home forlorn, In this desert of light, newly born.

Gone are the days of black and white, Surrounded by colors, dazzlingly light.

Yet amidst this dazzling display, I find myself longing for the gray.

Familiar despair, a comforting sight, Now replaced by a world too bright.

Nocturnal rainbows, where have you gone? In this new world, can I belong?

Amidst the brightness, can I survive? Or in the darkness, must I thrive?

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Whispers of fate

I found my path, a purpose true, Yet still, for you, I search anew.

Afraid to find, afraid to lose, In shadows deep, my soul pursues.

What words to speak, how can I know, If you're the one, in bonds to grow?

Will you shine bright, among the crowd, Or hide in darkness, silent, proud?

I glimpse your smile in dreams so clear, But face to face, would you appear?

Am I prepared, for fate's grand meet, To stand before you, incomplete?

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Sinner

Walking through the world, I traverse a blossoming valley. The air is filled with the scent of roses, accompanied by the melodies of birds. The sun shines brilliantly in a cloudless sky, warming my skin. Near a babbling stream, I sit on dew-covered grass and gaze into the distance. An old woman approaches, asking for help to ford the stream. Lazy as I am today, convinced she manages without my aid, I decline. From nowhere and everywhere, a voice softly whispers, "sloth."

Continuing my journey, I explore a valley where flowers fade. The air retains their fragrance, though birds sing less fervently. The sun still shines, but a few clouds decorate the sky. Passing a cottage, a beautiful woman hangs laundry, her husband leaving to tend sheep. "Help me with the laundry, and I'll reward you," she says. Unable to resist her charm, I assist and find solace in her embrace. The voice, now louder, accuses, "lust."

Onward through a valley where flowers have withered, their scent gone. Occasional bird chirps break the silence. The sun dims, and clouds dominate the sky. Approaching an apple tree, I pluck fruit without restraint. A child admonishes me, asking for some apples. Ignoring, I devour them all. The accusing voice grows louder, condemning "greed" and "gluttony."

Fleeing the voice, I run through a valley where flowers decay. The air reeks of rot, and birds no longer sing but cry out in despair. The sun dims further, and the sky darkens with clouds. Spotting a horse-drawn wagon, I seize it, whipping the horses. The voice booms, shouting "envy."

In a valley with dying trees, wilted grass, and a putrid stench, I encounter fallen bird corpses. The living ones cry, "shame!" The sun hides behind clouds, and the sky turns dark. Consumed by rage, I scream at the birds, throwing stones at them. The voice thunders, accusing me of "wrath."

Leaving the valley, I enter a desolate land. Dead tree stumps and the overpowering stench of death fill the air. Storms and gusts disorient me, and a frail old man questions if guilt gnaws at my conscience. Denying any wrongdoing, I hear the voice loudly proclaiming "pride."

Wandering through a dark wasteland, dead tree trunks loom faintly, the air stifling. The ground is littered with bird skeletons. Storms and winds deafen me, and I lose my way. Forever lost, I won't recognize light, the scent of flowers, or the melody of birds. Alone, I die, missing even that accusing voice.

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Train of thought #1

In my life, there are many people I care about, and a fair share I don't. A few I love, and a few I hate.

The ones I love make me cry, while those I hate make me laugh. So, should I hate the loved ones and love the hated ones?

Loving everyone isn't feasible, but hating everybody is tempting. Yet, hatred tends to turn on you. Love, however, doesn't come as often.

It's easy to hate, hard to forgive, and even harder to love. I'm putting effort into loving you, but when I see others not trying, it makes me question why I should bother.

Then I realize if I don't, I wouldn't love myself. And if I didn't love myself, oh, how I would hate you all.

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Next Yesterday

I miss you, though you were never truly there, In memories, I seek, while you reside in Satan's lair.

Whichever way I face, you linger behind me, No one can fill the emptiness that defines me.

Since you're distant, and to you, there's no way, Let's pledge to meet in the next yesterday.

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Deafening silence

In the chaos I dwell, escalating its sound, Covering my ears when it started to surround. Near madness ensued, nearly drove me insane, Yet my ears adjusted to life's harsh refrain. Now in oblivious bliss, to the noise once so clear, Deafening silence whispers, is it still near? Not deaf, but attuned, to the quiet so wide, Longing for that noise, in the silence, I hide.

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Wandering

Wandering through darkness, thirsting for the light, In darkness where only I am alone in my plight.

Left or right, a choice to be made, Slowly progressing or in a swift escapade.

Alone in darkness for many a year, No help in sight, what should I adhere?

Joy and happiness seem but a phrase, Pain and sorrow, the only life's craze.

Wandering through darkness, found a glimmer, Unbelieving, hopeless, it seemed to shimmer.

Blinded by radiance, oh, how it deceived, Before I could adjust, it vanished, I perceived.

Wandering through darkness, seeking naught, In the darkness, how beautifully it was wrought.

I know I never want to see it more, Cursed poets, cursed poems, I implore.

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Sacrifice

In darkness, I met her one fateful night, She walked alone and said, 'Come, join my flight.'

Lost in solitude, I took her hand with grace, Together, we embarked on an unknown place.

We ventured through woods in the pitch-black night, Her voice trembled, 'I'm scared, can't bear this plight.'

I offered my gaze, a radiant, blinding light, Willingly blind, we pressed on through the night.

We faced a frigid land, love our warming flame, But she shivered, 'I'm cold, can't endure the same.'

I whispered, 'Take my skin to shield from the storm.' Her shivers subsided as we weathered the norm.

Bleeding without skin, blind, yet holding her hand, Love's bond held me firm in the midst of the sand.

Then to a sunlit desert, she cast my skin away, She said, 'I'm so thirsty,' in the sun's harsh display.

I offered my blood, 'Drink, the thirst will subside, Love flows through my veins, in you, I confide.'

We journeyed together, hunger gnawing her core, I gave her my flesh, so we could carry on once more.

On our path, a stranger, a man we did meet, He questioned her choice, thought my gifts incomplete.

'Leave him,' he urged her, 'come with me, my dear.' As she departed, my world crumbled, love's veneer.

I crumpled to the ground, my heart ceased its song, Even my life's essence, I yearned to belong.

In my hand, my heart lay still, an offering for her, To the depths of devotion, my love did concur.

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Moon and Sun

The Moon and the Sun, an extraordinary rapport, The moon, a silent recipient of the sun's support.

A sliver of light, a mere reflection takes its cue, To shine for us in darkness, a selfless debut.

Millions find solace in this celestial dance, A lesson in giving without a second chance.

If I vanish tomorrow, recall the light of yesterday, In my shadowed existence, my sun never found its way.

No wonder I couldn't be a beacon in the night, For I lived in my darkness, devoid of your light.

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Dalmatian

In the world of Dalmatians, I am but one of your spots.

Do you wear them with pride or tuck them away, forgetting-me-nots?

Do they each tell a story, or are they all the same?

Is it just me, the one different in this spotted game?

I fear I'm the odd one out, an unsightly spot indeed.

Yet should you wish to shed your spots, what would you concede?

For without your spots, you'd lose your Dalmatian grace.

Becoming just another white dog in the endless chase.

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The Book

I'm the book you judge by its cover, that's me, Seeking someone to read and set my thoughts free.

I'll lend a hand when you're lost and need a new start, Together we'll write pages from deep in the heart.

Few have opened my chapters, fewer truly read, Who grasped what I said, who from understanding fled?

I dreamt of a girl who decoded my book's art, With cat-like eyes, we'd connect, though worlds apart.

In darkness, we'd find each other, a shared dream, She'd find herself in me, in tandem, we'd gleam.

Though I know she's not real, let the dream play its part, For in dreams, our connection is where we'll embark.

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Dream

I'm not just someone, seeking a different way, Forgiving everything, I won't let the past sway.

I yearn to breathe life into you, my pale dream's grace, But at my touch, you slowly fade, leaving no trace.

You vanish from sight, like a whisper in the wind, My cries go unheard, and our secrets rescind.

Pale as snow, girl, remember what we shared,

The sleeping beauty slumbers, a prince's touch she's spared

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"I yearn to seize the night's profound obscurity and transmute it into words, Mold it into sentences, shape it into verse."

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Life in Death

Alone in an abandoned house where the scent of urine and mold lingers, Where darkness reigns, and sunlight never ventures.

A wind's poem, whispered in silent verse, Amidst dust and decay, a bleak universe.

Disgusting, disease-ridden rats feast on my life's debris, Above me, a plea etched on the wall, "help me."

My hand clutches an old, blood-stained tissue, Beside me lies a knife, in this darkness, I feel no issue.

Alone in an abandoned house, devoid of soul and hue, My body slowly decomposes, stiff and askew.

Flies and bugs lay their larvae within me, For the first time, something within stirs, you see."

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Night

It's night, and darkness is winning its fight with the moon tonight.

She has covered the whole world in her coat.

The only beautiful things are the stars, and there are billions of them.

But they all died a billion years ago.

I've forgotten what a day is; all I know is darkness, and my eyes have grown accustomed to it.

Light is now just a foolish dream, and, in the end, even the music will fade away.

It's dark and silent, yet only now can I see you clearly.

I had to lose it all just for this very moment.

And still, I have no regrets; it wasn't in vain at all.

I would've given even more for just one step closer to you.

I chose to walk through the darkness; it's nobody's fault.

I know you're staying here with me; I hope you don't want to go.

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One Life

One day the end will come, The exact opposite of what you have right now.

Like a night without dreams, Like a light you can't see.

Everybody knows, but only a few will reconcile.

Pull out the plug from a machine, does it work without the electricity?

Does it become another machine that works again? Did its soul leave for a place that's cold or hot?

Do you think it knows that bugs are crawling through its insides?

Or is it just lying here, without reactions, emotionless?

You're also a machine, unique and one of a kind. There's only one chance to find what makes you whole.

I know it's easier to believe in a fairy tale that you've been told. And it's hard to imagine 'nothingness.'

One day the end will come, But that's not what's destroying me.

What hurts me is that there's only one chance and one life to be with her.

Yet she won't let me this time.