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day 6 of writing an original poem a day:

(i have been so busy today so it’s short but i still think it’s sweet)

“The Valley of the Mountains”

The moon shines wildly

in the valley of the mountains.

There, the wiles and whims of man mean nothing,

There, I am free.

The river stands between two giants,

A threshold of rushing, roaring,

I dip my foot in,

It’s cold.

The air bites my nose,

The forest is dark,

And yet,

I am free.

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day 5 of writing an original poem a day:

“Memories”

I still remember

How you like your drinks

Sweet, iced, never hot,

That was one thing you knew you wanted

I still remember

The way you viewed the world

“Humans are adorable” you’d say

Do you still believe that?

I still remember

The way you looked at me

The world, the future ahead of us

No one had treat you like that before

I still remember

One of the last things you sent me

“You’re like the sunshine to me”

The stars explode too.

I still remember

That last look you gave me

Full of betrayal and sadness,

As though I wasn’t who I used to be

I still remember

How I felt the day you left

My heart still aches, the marks still linger,

Do you still remember?

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day 4 of writing an original poem every day:

“All Hallows Eve”

Night of terror,

take me away

A land of monsters and adventures

A land of mine.

Children walk the street

asking for mischief and treats,

Candy, parties, toys, films

The spirit of the night…

You stand there in front of me,

just out of reach.

You offer to give me anything I want,

I rip out your heart.

Night of terror, witch of souls,

Eat me alive.

The stores and suburbs are full

The heart is empty.

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day 3 of posting an original poem every day:

(i’ll be posting another today because i missed yesterday)

“The Winter Air”

Silent specks of ice fall

upon a cold, dead world.

The roaring tides of air, the crackling of

fire, they embrace me.

In the distance, through the void,

I hear a voice, a long dead voice.

This forgotten message has but one thing to say,

“On nights like these, breathe in the winter air”

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me when 😭😭😭😭

Obsession sounds scary, but oh to think about it in a scenario where a guy so madly in love with you, obsesses over the little things you do, the way you laugh even at the lamest of jokes, the way you take little steps according to the pattern of tiles on the floor, how your eyes light up like stars when you see a dog, how you look at old people with brim of tears when you see them alone. He is obsessed. With you. Even with the idea of you. And it's not scary, it's like he wants all of you, to explore you, to know you, but to never scare you cause for him you're delicate, a walking piece of art, and in many other lives to come, he will keep obsessing over you, will chase you, chase your love, and make you the happiest girl around.

Yes, he's obsessive but that's nothing scary, he isn't some terrifying stalker, he's a hopeless romantic, chasing the loudest heartbeat of his! ✨

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day 2 of writing a poem every day:

“September 15th”

The fish swim

Their little fins fluttering

I look to you, your eyes tease a story

A tome of your hopes and dreams,

your fears and hates, your regrets and traumas.

I want to know it all, I want to read it all,

I want to know you.

I stay up till the sun greets me,

Thinking about those unknown pages

What contents did they hold?

What stories have I erased.

All those nights, unfurling our hearts,

All those deals and promises.

I promise none of it was a joke,

I promise I’m sorry.

The jellyfish dance in the light

How do they eat?

How do they move?

In the dead of night,

What do they think?

What do you think?

Or do they think of anything at all

I know what I think.

I think about the past

I think about the futures that would be

I think about the stars,

their flagrant indifference for us.

I think about how, one day, we shall return to them.

I think about you.

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crying this is too sweet

February

The weather is getting cold again

Reminding me of the weather when we met

Not quite yet

But it’s on its way

I forgot how my fingers froze when I helped carry tools around the yard

My breath fogging up my glasses

But yet you say you aren’t cold

This is our first set of holidays together

I can’t wait to admire the Christmas lights again

Similar to how I admire your eyes when you’re driving us around

I can’t wait to feel warm and content after a big holiday meal

The same way I feel warm and content when you hold me in your arms

Now I am thinking about it

The holidays don’t feel the same anymore

But maybe that is because you make me feel the way the holiday season does year round

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damn 😭

Flowers To A Lost Lover

My dear, my dear, look how the flowers bloom,

My dear, my dear, how they remind me of you,

Geraniums bloom and remind me, your mind,

Meadowsweet, your importance in life,

Yellow Carnations and Orange Lilies alike,

How I felt for you when you left me behind.

My darling, my darling, look what I found,

Someone left Foxglove lying around,

My darling, my darling, should I gift you some?

Use the leaves for some tea with rum.

My darling, my dear, please don’t be rude,

Won’t you accept my last gift to you?

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day 1 of writing daily poems:

The Graveyard

A field of flowers

Arranged in rows

The roses bloom

The twilight grows

A valley of the dead

A sea of the forgotten

The memories are buried

The love is gone

I reside in a ditch unmarked

You walk these grounds uncaring

You stop to smell the roses as the sunlight joins me

Let me be your dead and forgotten

The feelings fade as the moonlight shines

Shame and regret still simmer

They soak into the ground and dirt

The flowers, it seems, still hold them