I'm going to be updating with poems I made in the past 7 -ish years Hahaha here's the first


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I'm going to be updating with poems I made in the past 7 -ish years Hahaha here's the first

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I cherished the person I couldn't continue to be and I missed them ever so dearly.
Oh to be a maiden who fell in love and dance with her shadows underneath a pale moonlight. Thinking of a home that she missed despite only experiencing it on her past life.
Dumping a poem I made from the past. I felt like sharing it because I'm a bit older now but I still kind of relate to it:
One of these days,
I'm going to live far away
Cut my hair so short in length
Grow through self reflection and develop personal strength
One of these days I'll do what I've always wanted,
And never be taunted
By a responsibility placed on my shoulders
Screaming that my self worth be lowered
One of these days I will finally love with all my heart
Start a gallery with my personal works of art
Live in a house I designed by the lake
Shut off the world for sanity's sake
One of these days I will fly away outside my parent's nest
The heavy chains disappear off my chest
No more will I hear "back in my days.." alike
No more of my cries will they be able to downstrike
No more of the unstability that they've tried to ignore
No more of the madness they brought with their own discord
No more of the tears that convinced me I wasn't good enough
No more of the desperation to seemingly act tough
No need to constantly defend myself from one-sided fights
No more of the silent sobbing out of sight
No more prayers asking to move away soon
No need for tiptoeing in the dead of noon
No more words telling me "I believe in you"
But rather aknowledging my hardships and pain are valid too.
But these are just thoughts that I will think again some day
And I know my mindset in the future might change
For now, here my words shall be buried and laid
On paper texture, signed by the Deranged
I could never hate my siblings for surpassing me. Rather, I could never forgive myself for not being better.

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It's 01:07 AM and here I am listening to Sleeping At Last with you and
I cannot help but want to bombard you with the voice of my heart using his songs as my message.
In another universe, I would've told you how happy I was that you liked me.
Imagine this: Someone's in love you, they're a total green flag, they're doing their best to court you properly and they know your not ready for relationships yet so they say they will wait for you and you know they will, but you also know you're not looking for love at this time, you like them and their actions are so sweet to you that you do end up liking them a bit more and it makes you want to try the idea of a relationship, however, there is a place in your heart that cannot grasp the possibility that the two of you together would end up well as a couple. That there is something in your heart whispering in your mind that it really wouldn't work out for many reasons and the biggest one being that you don't love them the same way they love you. So you stop them from pursuing you before they, as well as you, fall any deeper. You end up thinking this phrase as you watch their walking figure fade away from a distance. Regret aching in your bones, the scream itching to be let out agonizingly quiet.
You got me romanticizing the possibility of us
But somehow it just stayed that way,
I did not grow so fond of you that I would burn cities in your name.
I feel a bit disappointed today.
It's so easy for people to feel righteously kind when they've done a good deed but they hesitate to even act upon it unless someone steps up.
It's always the "we need more people like them" and never the "we need to be one of those people".