#re.h poetry

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Losing The Weight

Drop the weight, sit down and breathe.

It's okay, you have come so far.

Drop the thoughts, empty your mind.

It's okay, just look the land.

How many steps, have you walked

without light of anyone?

How high on the hills, you have climbed

and fall without a hand to catch?

Let the fighter go.

Breathe and weep.

It's okay.

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I’ll come and rise you

like the balloons

to the stars.

- Re.H

I'll wither and decay

Like the ashes,

In dust I'll lay.

- DG

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Satan in your eyes

When you called, I came.

Whatever you asked, I answered.

But in the end, I’m Satan in your eyes.

Bitter end to our story.

All promises, you broken them.

And you hurt someone, very dear to me.

After all, you put your blame on me.

The praises change a beating.

I’ve tried to explain all the time.

I’m not God or a hero.

But now, I’m Satan in your eyes.

When in the reality, I’m only a piece of humanity.

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The burning leaves

I see the fire and the ash.

We preached from the peace with the guns. We talked the freedom with the shackles. We promised the lands but the dead ones.

What have we leave after us?

The youngest generation pays for the mistakes of the old. The honest rebels have dead on the streets. The grand dreams have broken down.

How long there is justice only in the tales?

I hear scream and an eternal silence. I see the black-white world with the red lines. I smell the smoke, the piss and the metal.

The world is burning so the new one can rise.

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High and low

A life can be long or short.

It takes and gives so much.

Not good or bad

just for days and days.

You don't need to know

what to do about them.

I only ask one;

Live so that you can look yourself

from the mirror surface.

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Thank you and yes, it's a bit sentimental thing about "Anonymous" :') It's also great see that I have come better for poetry with a time.

If you want, I'd love to hear more reasons why you write the poetry! In this house we support people and their stories with writing or any passion.

Good day/evening. A bit poetry talk in this address? I was a positive surprise how many poems, I liked when I searched my favourite. "A fighter heart" or "Anonymous" are both of my favourites. It's interesting that "Anonymous" is my first real poetry and a translation poem when "A fighter heart" is my last poem. They keep both in something magical to me. I think, it's a reason why I write poetry. Magic. The ask for you. Why you write poetry? Have a great day.

hello! it's so nice how sentimental you are of your first poem, and how proud you are of your latest! it truly does sound magical.

as to why i write poetry? well, to avoid going off on a ramble—i like romanticising the little things! (that's only one of many reasons though)

poets! come wax lyrical about your poetry in my inbox!

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The corridor

I bump you in the middle of the corridor but we aren’t any more in the school.

Does it’s you? You who talked around a classroom and told the bad jokes which we all laugh. You who was quiet in your chair and lit up a reporter when it’s a task.

Does it’s you? You who hanged out our shoulders and smiled as brighter as the old screens. You who was the runner’s legs and a future hope to our sport medals.

Does it’s you? You who everyone always liked and wanted to be around your mind. You who guided us like a parent and we never said it to you but thanks.

Does it’s you? You who caused and got us in a troubled but we still cared you. You who left us too early and nothing was same again.

Does it’s you? You who I haven’t words but I still remember. I haven’t forgotten anyone.

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Harry potter universe belong to  ©1997- J.K.Rowling

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A dreamer

An adult outward, a kid from inside.

Never stopped believing and dreaming for the better.

Always point to the sky looking at the galaxy.

Close to an old friend like Calvin & Hobbes.

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A fighter heart

A story of my life isn’t a tale. It’s just a true and real. The quarks in me.

Still to here. Still alive. Still alive.

When I born, I was the zero points. The rushed moments between the cities. A fighter heart in a dying child.

Still to here. Still alive. Still alive.

I went to a school, still there. The early mornings with the late nights. The highest peak over a gold land.

Still to here. Still alive. Still alive.

I’m tired, so tired, climbing up. My gold land, where are you. A dark old friend, nice to see again.

Still to here. Still alive. Still alive.

I’m in a jail without an iron gate. Dear mind, you betrayed me. A bloody knuckles and shame.

Still to here. Still alive. Still alive.

A graduation, a crown of the thorns. I did it and I lost everything. The forest without the life.

Still to here. Still alive. Still alive.

Hello a hell, you need to wait me. I’m not ready come yet. The fighter heart in a living man.

Still to here. Still alive. Still alive.

Thank you for help. A thigh grip around a knob. I’m on my way.

Still to here. Still alive. Still alive

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Hi there! May I request a poem? My prompt for it is: "screen". I hope you enjoy writing it, but if for whatever reason you can't, I completely understand! ^^

Good day or evening and thank you for a request/prompt. I’m sorry that I go time a lot. This is what come my mind. I haven’t done couple month any art. Hope you like what it bring my mind.

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The Greatest (Show)Man

I know that a reality isn’t this but it hits a hellish deep.

I know what I want to do, what I want to create.

I know all of it now.

Joy, happiness, hope without losing the reality.

Give to the voice to them who isn’t it.

I want to show all of you, I'm standing on my own feet like always.

I’m what I’m and you cannot destroy me.

No matter what you say.

I never agree your words.

I’m not “nothing”, I’m not a freak, I’m not crazy.

I don’t belong behind the doors, no to a darkness, no to a death before birth.

No anymore. Never.

Break, hurt, spit, swear, insult, I’m stronger than anyone else.

I have done work my whole life, I’ve fought and I’ll fight forever.

Only I determine this, I raise myself and other.

I'm not ashamed, I'm not hiding.

You hate or love, it doesn’t change me.

Hit me and I hit back.

Give your hand and I raise you in the light.

I'll be the greatest man.

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Love is a pain

I read that a pain is love. The tears are the memories. They never leave you, just change shape.

If so, I have loved you forever or twice. No like the romantic comedies. I have lived whole time with full heart. Every picture is whole and real. You aren't just in them.

I read that the pain is love. But what we were, the friends or something more? I don't know anymore.

Behind my lies was still the real heart. No cold or gold only afraid. And you aren't just here.

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On the floor

“Who you are?”, people ask. I grin and answers, “I’m everything.”

But back a closed door, I break on the floor.

Someone tells me, “You’re so brave.” In the reality, I’m forced to move.

And back the closed door, I break on the floor.

All of them come talk to me with a smile. They praise and raise me up the heaven.

Again, back the closed door, I break on the floor.

All my mistakes fly in my veins like a bad blood.

And I break on the floor.

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A dash

I scroll around my dash.

A writing, how a gorgeous melody like the rainbows!

A paint, how an uniques sentence like the violets!

A music, how a magnificent art like the old trees!

The people, how in a imperfect way, a perfect human!

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Good day or evening Jasper!

It's nice to meet you and see your writing. Your writing sound interesting and I'd like to know for your worldbuild more. Do your supervillains are the main characters and a story keeps inside a dimension travel? This sound so cool and badass story!

I'm Re (or Re.H, my name initials). I have the three WIPs very different themes but they keep inside a modern time which include an adventure, a friendship even a bit romance but also a death, a betrayal etc. and I write poetry.

Hello, magnificent humans of writeblr!

So, I’m not that new to the writeblr community. I used to lurk around the edges of it as @purpose-what-purpose, but since that username’s pretty depressing and I’m not that good at managing side blogs, I decided to make a new account.

And introduce myself, for once.

Anyways, you can call me Jasper. I like to say that’s my name. It’s not, but one day it will be. For now, that’s what I like to go by. I’m a nonbinary eighteen year old from Christchurch, New Zealand, and my pronouns are they/them.

Honestly, I’ve always been more interested in acting than writing. I’ve always loved the idea of being able to communicate a story with your body language, and being able to perform it for the world to see. But I have that sweet, sweet Anxiety (speaking of, this? is not good for it) and decided to channel most of my fascination with acting into writing, instead. Stage Life is not for me.

So I’ve more or less been doing that since I was ten. Minus about three years, because I stopped for a while after turning thirteen, and then really got back into it somewhere in 2019. I blame Nanowrimo and stories Clicking for that.

The genres I write the most are supernatural / fantasy, science fiction, and horror. All of them are really brilliant for world building, and that’s the part I like the most, so. Not that surprising, in hindsight. But I also have some works that involve supervillains, dystopia, and dimension travel, so. There’s that, too.

I’m not really sure what else to write, so uh.

I definitely need more people to follow. People on here post some of the neatest stuff, and I would be very much appreciative if you could interact with this, or me, somehow so I know you exist. And, you know, can check out some of your stuff. I’m down to look at almost anything, so. Please interact so I can do that?