I often wonder when I’m writing
Why, what use is it to take these words in my head and put them on a piece of paper
It’s not like they’ll ever be shared
It’s not like someone would read them and care
I often wonder am I just stalling until I learn how to speak again
Stalling until the storms and the silent thunder that echo in the cavern of my mind finally find their strength and learn how to die
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Have you ever looked in the mirror and had no idea who was staring back at you
A vaguely familiar face, with haunted eyes, tattered skin and a misshapen body
I don’t know her. That girl in the mirror
She is hidden away from the world
Sickly pale and shockingly red
She doesn’t smile. That girl in the mirror
I smile at her sometimes trying to get a reaction. She stares blankly back at me.
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I could not lie anymore so I started to call my dog 'God.'
First he looked
confused,
then he started smiling, then he even
danced.
I kept at it: now he doesn't even
bite.
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Walking through the graveyard,
I sought the sun.
All I took was a leap of faith,
To reach the skies above.
Only to plummet,
In the netherworld below.
Full of gore,war and lust
Gave me an unabashed euphoria.
Never did I know this side of me,
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Hello, I'm aiming to get better at writing poetry. So, I decided the best course of action was to write whatever came to mind to the best of my ability and then get personalized guidance rather than the generic and repetitive "helpful tips" I find on websites. Be as mean and brutal as you see fit, as long as it's honest and helpful. If you can, give me tips on what to name this thing, I think "The Maze of Truth" is a bit bland. Anyway, here it is:
The Maze of Truth
We all jump often, and leaves glide down, but birds are the ones with flight
Humans try so hard to dream away,
As from reality, we all try to flee.
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It’s not hard to be happy
You know how to be happy
Stable life
Smiles and kids
Good money
And a house to live in
Happiness
It’s not hard to write
It’s not hard to think
It’s not hard to believe in
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It’s not even about missing you.
It’s about having to remember
how fast and sudden you switched up,
and how horrible it made me feel.
One day you flipped,
you were sad and miserable,
you didn’t even want to be around me.
I don’t know what I did because you never told me.
You left me so confused and alone
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I was a knowledgeable color expert, with a degree in enthralling color theory,
And was proficient with color related software, like evening sun grown weary.
With cognizance of color psychology, and emotional effects of different hues,
I created and adapted various color palettes, like jade grasses' floral tattoos.
I worked on many interesting projects, for I'd ever been charmed by colors,
Like discovering between striped rainbow hues, that there are untold others!
Friends followed a path of famous flowers, the fast aging, fragrant beauties;
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