yarissm

[yarissm]

Once, I held a garden in my chest,

each breath unfurling petals wide

a thousand colors, fever-bright,

dancing in the warmth of pride.

But seasons shift with silent tread;

the roots I loved grew tangled, thin.

The blooms I sang to bowed their heads,

tired of the song, tired of the wind.

The roses dulled to brittle gray,

their velvet hearts grown cracked and dry;

I reached to tend them, found instead

dust slipping soft between my sighs.

And so the garden folds away,

shrinking to a single thorn

a love once riotous with flame

left ghostly, hollow

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lokwey got tired from poems, i like writing them but i i always end up writing about my friends feelings not mine i cant put my feelings into words

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wanted to try something new but it turned out poopo caca

"I wander through the storm's dark veil,

But there so clear, so bright, I see

The moon, my moon, a guiding flame,

Illuminating life in me.

Even when the night consumes,

And shadows stretch to steal its light,

I feel its pulse within my soul,

A quiet strength through endless night.

My moon, it gleams where no eye sees,

A constant glow that never flees."

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In quiet dawn, the petals rise,

Soft as whispers, kissed by skies.

A fragile bud, with colors bright,

Unfolds its soul into the light.

With every sun, it stretches wide,

A burst of life, a sense of pride.

Yet time, like wind, will softly steal

The bloom it once was proud to feel.

For flowers bloom, but flowers fade,

Their beauty bound to earth and shade.

And like the flower, so are we—

A fleeting breath, a destiny.

We bloom with dreams, our colors bold,

But time will turn us pale and cold.

Yet in that wither, there is grace,

A quiet peace, a sacred place.

For in each bloom, in every fall,

There's something timeless, after all.

A trace of life, a seed of truth,

That lingers on, beyond our youth.

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In the quiet of my room,

I sit alone, a hollow bloom,

the world spins on without a care,

I watch from shadows, gasping air.

My hands, once soft with human grace,

now itch with something out of place

fingers stiffen, harden, twist,

A creeping change I can’t resist.

the walls close in, the air grows thick,

A buzzing hum, a sudden click,

my skin cracks open, legs unfold,

A shell replaces warmth once bold.

a thousand eyes that cannot see,

yet clearer now this other me.

I scuttle on with brittle wings,

a broken song that silence sings.

once I wept, but tears are dry,

I crawl beneath a starless sky,

alone, unknown, a different kind,

Insects don’t feel, they just survive.

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pokaz dupe

hell nah go back to juszczyb hoe

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I devotedly miss, so dearly and deeply that at times i just know that I miss without knowing what I miss.

-tabish.j [in certainty I miss and I myself am missing ]

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another corny poem bout my friend 😓

Perhaps, had it not ended this way,

we wouldn't be mere strangers now.

All the hours spent with you—

were they as meaningless as they seem?

Why dwell on what might have been,

on futures that never unfolded?

Why revisit the endless conversations,

or linger on moments we shared,

wishing I could rewrite fate?

Maybe it was nothing more than a dream.

What a tragic waste.

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just a corny poem about my friend j made she hated it but told me to post some of my poems so here it is😞😞 if you have any critisism do tell

how can you say such things with ease?

was it all worth it?

crying, begging, holding onto the memories as if theyre something fragile.

your sense of being is broken,

but yet so untouched-

maybe it wasnt so bad after all?

after so much suffering and agony

you finally let go

but at what cost?

you blame yourself for things that you couldnt control?

yet you yern for her

that awful feeling of emptyness is almost nostalgic isn't it?

soulmates bounded to fall apart