Moonlight fills the laurels
Like music. The moonlit
Air does not move. Your white
Face moves towards my face.
Voluptuous sorrow
Holds us like a cobweb
Like a song, a perfume, the moonlight.
Your hair falls and holds our faces.
Your lips curl into mine.
Your tongue enters my mouth.
......
I woke up in this place. It's dark, I can't see. I don't know where I am.
I call out for help. Can anyone hear me? I don't think they can.
Fear sets in. I freeze.
My breath gets shallow and I drop to my knees.
Are my eyes closed? Are they open? Why can't I see?
What is going on? I need to stop and to breathe.
I breathe in. I breathe out. I breathe in. And out.
Is this a dream? Am I dead? What's this about?
My heart is pounding. Like it wants out of my chest.
I can feel it, so I'm real. But what about the rest?
......
I believed in fitness and healthy living, including obtaining sufficient sleep,
To revel for years in buttery sunshine, which makes emerald willows weep.
I consumed only healthier foods, including plenty of fruits and vegetables,
As the glassy, black midnight water, reaches up for moonlight collectibles.
Exercise was part of my daily routine, at times running, at others walking,
On the street of scarlet butterflies, where lazy blackbirds were squawking.
I was in the wild midst of the happy years, like a rare diamond in the sun,
......
is an enchanted thing
like the glaze on a
katydid-wing
subdivided by sun
till the nettings are legion.
Like Giesking playing Scarltti;
like the apteryx-awl
as a beak, or the
kiwi's rain-shawl
......
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.
......
its 1:47 in the morning.
i cant sleep.
i have no emotion, yet im overly stressed
i keep zoning out
letters are moving, the walls are shrinking
i feel like i cant get out of bed, but i can
my head doesnt hurt but its still pounding
i cant stop biting the skin around my nails
my heart hurts, it feels as if my chest were being punched.
......
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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
......
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
......