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World -Words- of Deception

I was too naive to dream in the world of deception

too scared of failure where there is no success

Too bright and colorful like a rainbow where there is no rain

I was born a poet, meant to be a poem

In a world that is not more than a simple catalog

I aimed much more than what I was capable to get

I wanted more, more, more, and more

Because I believed like a love fool in love with life.

And there came reality - hit me hard on the face

and no it wasn't merciful it was cruel.

Everything that I believed shattered.

They cut me open, they, the shadows of reality

Tear my colors down, paint them black,

created an item that fits in their catalog.

That's why I sometimes feel a hole in me

a big, gigantic, black hole, the absence of real emotions

like a real flower that is replaced by a flower made of plastic.

they replaced our feelings with plastic feelings

Then, the world will be destroyed by plastics in both ways.

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-Cracked Mirror-

My blood is boiling in my veins

Bygone is behind my reflection

On a cracked mirror.

Fall is death of nature

Fall is my birth.

I am a candle light in your room.

Spilled ink on your diary.

A little whisper you hear.

Not enough for people to pay attention.

But that's the beauty of me, you see.

I am a beautiful flower, that is not scared of death, in love with fall,

A victim who is in love with her murderer.

But nobody can see me nor hear me.

Although, I am there, I do exist

A flower under fall leaves.

And Fall leaves, so you do.

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Nikki Giovanni, The Collected Poetry, 1968-1998

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''what if my writing isn't good eno--'' what if it's a reflection of your soul. what if it has a place in this world. what if you write it anyway

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i cant stop writing about you

whenever i pick up a pen and just start writing,

i find myself back in summer 2022

i write about the nights we stayed up, talking about our most desirable moments

every song has atleast one verse that reminds me of you

nomatter how hard i try, it always comes back to you

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Personal Time-love-line

I used to admire people

The ones who found love

And actually were able to keep it around

I used to ache next to them,

Still have plenty of them.

All around me.

It is sometimes suffocating.

Then, I had the idea of me

The one and me.

I wasn't ready to be the one for anyone

Therefore, no one was the one.

I still ache time to time

However I know everybody have their time

It isn't a competition or duty.

It is more of a personal destiny.

And I know, you and I

Have a timeline that is meant to be

That shall be loveline.

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Sometimes only consolation you need is poetry.

And if someday  the uncertainty of this world  becomes too overwhelming,  I hope you remember  that some mysteries  aren’t meant to be solved,  they’re meant  to be lived.

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Core of Me

You think you know who I am, lover

You know me so well, you think

You see me as a passionate brave woman

And this is why we won't work together

I'm afraid of everything sweet lover

Everything and Everyone

I am scared of humans

And what they are capable of

That's why I wear this mask of braveness

While I feel fear of things that happened

And might happen.

I feel it till my fingertips

That used to dance over your hips.

I loved you a lot, but see I am a coward

And you aren't a wanderer

You don't wonder

The core of me.

My fears, lover.

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Daughters of Flames

Life and death

Which one is more cruel?

For a girl like me, both

We are the pain, the suffering

We are the daughters of flames

That our mothers burned.

It's our destiny to be tortured

By the time passing,

Not fitting in.

It's the reason of our birth.

We are the last survivors of life

And late visitors of death.

We have one habit on common

And it is thinking, thinking till we go mad

They call us poets,

This what we are meant to be.

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My Guestroom- Your Room

Hello lover, friend, sweetheart,

Welcome to my heart

It's a pleasure to have you here.

You'll see I struggle to live

But I am just a Poet

So be my muse, my guest

Can have rest

In my guestroom, in my waist.

It will soon belong to you, more or less

Enjoy your guestroom I suggest

Then we'll name it your room

Because you'll be no longer a guest.

We'll make this house a lover's nest

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Your Love is The Last Flower of a Tree

I am tired of everything, trying my best to fit in

Trying to love to be loved, not being loved anyway

Sick of temporary crushes

and of myself, from the person I am.

See sweetheart, you are the only door that opens to heaven

The rest opens to hell that I create with such hard work

Your love is the last flower of a tree, the last hope, the last hoorah

You might save me, set me free, or execute me in eternal hell

I loved so many boys but you are The Man

That I might let me, just me, the woman

That I kept like a secret, like an adulterous relationship.

I promise to give all of me to you, I'll let you decide what you want

Love me or execute me.

However, if I hear you say my name in the middle of the night

I'd take all the risks Romeo took to meet with Juliet

Because it is ride or die for a woman like me.

You should know me.

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Sapphire Sirens - Part IV

𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙩, 𝙖 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙚

𝘼𝙨𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙛 𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙪𝙥𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙚𝙖

𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙢𝙖𝙞𝙙 𝙧𝙚𝙥𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙙, 𝙞𝙣 𝙗𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙖 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙧

"𝙄𝙩'𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙨𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙬𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙣."

𝙎𝙤𝙤𝙣, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙧𝙚𝙙

𝘼 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙙𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙪𝙣𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝

𝘼𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙬𝙨 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙮 𝙗𝙤𝙙𝙞𝙚𝙨, 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙩𝙤𝙤 𝙖 𝙛𝙞𝙨𝙝

𝙏𝙤𝙤 𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙣𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢

𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙜𝙤𝙣𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙤𝙫𝙚

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙢𝙖𝙞𝙙𝙨 𝙛𝙡𝙚𝙙,

𝘼𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙨 𝙗𝙡𝙚𝙙

𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙨 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙯𝙚

𝙄𝙣 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙡𝙮𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙣

𝘼𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙚𝙚, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙖𝙘𝙩

𝘼𝙬𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙜𝙡𝙤𝙬, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙚

𝙂𝙧𝙞𝙥𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙨, 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙩 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙤𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧𝙨

𝙍𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙨

𝙄𝙛 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣, 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙖𝙩 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙮 ~ Mars Lysacroft

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My Lover is My Galaxy

There were times, my beloved,

That I thought you were my galaxy

With all your beautiful freckles

All over your body.

I could've spent years

Watching your naked body on my bed

And counting your freckles as I count stars.

Endlessly.

My timeline did collapse when I met you.

No remorse, I am stuck with you.

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Dream Filled Nightmare

Summer days are hot

The reason I love to go by a lake in the woods.

Many people love the ocean, but I don't

Many people don't fancy you, but heaven knows I do

The man by the lake.

A simple boy with simple pleasures you are

That's why I thought of you as the dream love.

I wasn't fair to you, I was a fool

So lovefull.

I was to be the lake, dark, deep, and limited.

Could've kept secrets in my dark waters.

I was uncertain, unknown, a black hole that wasn't meant to be

But you, the man by the lake, were the bright endless ocean

You were the temple of sun lovers

In a world where I was the haunted lake.

I thought you were a dream, sweet and sunkissed

So you were.

However, I was a nightmare with my shadows.

And us, sweet love of us, were a dream-filled nightmare.

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Sapphire Sirens - Part III

𝙊𝙣𝙚 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩, 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙨𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙮 𝙗𝙚𝙙𝙨

𝙎𝙞𝙭 𝙢𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙙𝙞𝙚𝙨, 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙨𝙞𝙭 𝙙𝙖𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨,

𝙏𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩

"𝙉𝙤 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙨𝙡𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙖𝙨 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙖𝙨 𝙬𝙚,

𝙒𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙣'𝙩 𝙨𝙡𝙚𝙥𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙮."

𝙎𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙥𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨

𝘼 𝙧𝙚𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙡𝙚𝙛𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙙

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙢𝙖𝙞𝙙𝙨 𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙜𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩, 𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙮

𝙈𝙪𝙛𝙛𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙘𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜

𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙗𝙚 𝙤𝙠𝙖𝙮

𝙎𝙤𝙤𝙣, 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙖 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙪𝙣𝙛𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙖𝙧

𝙄𝙣 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝 𝙨𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩,

𝙊𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙫𝙚

"𝘿𝙞𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙡𝙞𝙘 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨, 𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙬𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙨𝙖𝙮"

~ Mars Lysacroft

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Sapphire Sirens - Part II

𝘿𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨-𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙨,

𝙐𝙣𝙗𝙤𝙧𝙣 𝙤𝙛 𝙥𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙮'𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩,

𝘾𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙬𝙚, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙧𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙠𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜,

𝙏𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙡 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙛𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩.

𝘽𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙮 𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙨, 𝙘𝙧𝙖𝙙𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙚𝙥

𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙬𝙖𝙮,

𝙄𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙢𝙗 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙘𝙚𝙖𝙣 𝙛𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙧

𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙙𝙚𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨 𝙪𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙖𝙣 𝙖𝙘𝙩, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙮

𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙥𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙙𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙚

~ Mars Lysacroft