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 1823ยฐ 
TOD HOWARD HAWKS
Come closer.
Touch me softly.
Look into my eyes.
Kiss me, then kiss me again.
Hold me.
Hug me tightly.
Unbutton my shirt.
Kiss my chest.
I feel your lips.
I feel your hair.
Undress me.
Take off your blouse.
Be naked.
Lie on the bed.
Take me to heaven.
I love you dearly.

TOD HOWARD HAWKS
 954ยฐ 
Damocles
But Gordon,
ODB told me to like it raw
So if I bite into a chicken thigh
And realize the rubber texture
Is because I didnโ€™t deep fry
Am I just a donut to you?
Glazed and sprinkled or fruit looped?
This was just something quick that came to me reminiscing about kitchen nightmares
 752ยฐ 
Dahlia Elina Mocke
Iโ€™ll meet you again
Somewhere between now and then
When the marigolds have long died
Where tears have finally dried
How long, we wonโ€™t know
For we must wait to reap what we sow
Cobwebs and dust will cover each shelf
No longer will I be myself
Between life and death
I must find you before my final breath
Through soil and stone
Nothing matches the love youโ€™ve shown
Please don't forget about me
Soon, together we shall be
Iโ€™ll meet you again
Someday, somewhere between now and then.
 655ยฐ 
Aegis Vistoria Penumbra
Lonely, waiting, watching deep,
Praying as the tempests rise,
Losing hope where shadows creep,
Donโ€™t you leave him โ€” heed his cries.

Alcyone, donโ€™t you stray,
Alcyone, trust his vow.
He longs to whisper, bid you stay,
Yet the tide wonโ€™t let him now.

He loves you true, but he is gone,
The sea demands its toll.
He cannot hold you when the dawn
Fades beyond waters cold.

You turned away, betrayed his trust,
Abandoned love so pure.
Now his fate is ocean rust,
A dream that wonโ€™t endure.

"Let me see Alcyone,"
He prayed beneath the moon.
Yet the sea knew youโ€™d turn away,
And now the waves consume.

He wished to say he loved you still,
Even through the salty spray.
Why could you not just wait until,
He found a way to stay?

He bent upon his weary knee,
A ring within his grasp.
Yet you left him lost at sea,
A vow drowned in the past.

All the sailors found embrace,
Returned to waiting arms.
But he, forsaken, cast away,
Claimed by whispers where specters mark.

"Let me see Alcyone,"
He whispered every night.
He prayed, but you did not believe,
And so, to ghosts, he paid the price.

He loved with faith, his heart was whole,
Yet was your love the same?
Did longing ache for him alone,
Or did you covet but his name?

Your sorrow is the hollow storm,
That stole his final breath.
You cry now, but guilt is born,
You let him drift to death.

Why did you leave, Alcyone?
He never chose the sea.
He parted to build a life for you,
Yet you let him cease to be.

Look upon the wreckage now,
The love you cast aside.
He did this for you, yet fate allowed
His ruin in the tide.

Listen, Alcyone, do not pretend,
You cannot play the part.
We all know it was you, in the end,
The one who stopped his heart.
One breath among ๐‘‡โ„Ž๐‘’ ๐‘Š๐‘–๐‘›๐‘”๐‘  ๐‘œ๐‘“ ๐‘Š๐‘Ž๐‘–๐‘ก๐‘–๐‘›๐‘”


https://hellopoetry.com/collection/136314/the-wings-of-waiting/
 620ยฐ 
Renee C
Before her, I was
Tipped over in the doorway,
South-facing as a loose tooth
Plucked from sore gums.

There is a affinity shared with her
In this gloomy dark hair, like graphite
Fingerprints wiped on my featureless cranium; and how

Before me, she was
Broken as the noon's fever. Her boyish
Hips fanning out, abdicating space
For my tiny anemone palms to measure their wingspan.

There is a flood of adrenaline
Simmering the film in paragoric dampness; and
Suspending us in a jellylike expectancy.
 459ยฐ 
Kaitlyn
My name means pure
Untainted by immorality

That's far from true
If only people knew the truth

To each person
I am someone different

Broken pieces
The memories of my past

Open wounds
Bleeding flesh

My eyes tell a story
I've been through Hell & back

I want to break the chains
They hold my heart together

I am not okay
I fall apart when I'm alone

I feel numb
I feel everything

Emptiness washes over me
I'm drowning in tears

It's hard to breathe
My lungs are overflowing

I need a lifeline
Only I can save myself
September 10th, 2024
 444ยฐ 
Cadmus
They asked me once,
โ€œWhy do you always take the hard path?โ€

I said,
โ€œItโ€™s not that I choose it
Itโ€™s just the only path I see.โ€

Not all of us are given options.

Some roads are rough
because thatโ€™s all there is.
Sometimes, life doesnโ€™t offer a choice between easy and hard - it simply gives a road, and we walk it.
 391ยฐ 
bleedingink
I miss watching your words,
always carefully chosen,
light up my screen.

I miss your laugh,
the way it was slightly different,
when you were talking to me.

I miss your face,
always carefully controlled,
even when I knew you were itching to smile.

I miss you.
 363ยฐ 
Srishti
When I asked the moon,
โ€œWhy are you always compared with beauty?โ€
Maybe it's because
I am the ugliest.

When I asked the rose,
โ€œWhy are you the first gift in love?โ€
Maybe it's because
I meant to end it.
Even they lied
 204ยฐ 
OnLithium
79
I feel no high
And feel no low
You'd think that I
Would be in control

The days still fly
The nights still go
You'd think that I
Wouldn't want it so
 196ยฐ 
Kaiden
i gave up,
took the sharpener out of the drawer,
resetted the streak.
it's pointless,
the addiction scarred my mind
like the blade scarred my skin,
the wetness of the blood
and feeling of the skin opening
won't leave me like the people in my life did
so they're good, are they not?
i can quite literally feel myself becoming less functional every single day and i honestly dont know how long i can stay here
 186ยฐ 
Asuka
You donโ€™t have to rise like the sun each dayโ€”
some mornings, it's enough just to open your eyes,
to sit with the silence,
to feel your heartbeat and whisper, โ€œIโ€™m still here.โ€

You are not the storm that passed,
nor the ruins it left behind.
You are the seed under the soil,
waiting for the right rain,
the quiet miracle of a soul not giving up.

Let no one shame the pace of your healing.
Let no voice drown out the hush of your trying.
Because surviving is not small.
And breathing, on hard days,
is a kind of bravery the world forgets to praise.

So rest, dreamer.
You donโ€™t need to shine tonight.
You just need to stayโ€”
soft, alive,
and wildly worthy of tomorrow.
You push yourself hard and grind everyday and you are doing great, but sometimes when things are overwhelming you must to take a break.
๐Ÿ”ฅ Thereโ€™s a time to roar, and a time to breathe.
You canโ€™t fight every day with your fists in the air. Some days, the boldest thing you can do is sit quietly and say,

> โ€œNot todayโ€”but Iโ€™ll rise again soon.โ€
 181ยฐ 
Lostling
Birds fly
So do I--
Lifted by your hands.
Paper *****,
Wrestled falls,
Laughter with no end.

Scars earned,
Lessons learned,
Gearing me for life.
Always here,
Support clear,
Pillar of my life.
He gives so much it feels like I'll never be able to repay him. One day when I get a stable job, I wanna get him a motorbike =))

Happy fathers day!
(Yes I am a say late T.T)
 144ยฐ 
Casey Thomas McClain
Your smile brightens the room,  
like morning light spilling  
through open windows,  
chasing shadows into corners.  

It weaves warmth  
into the fabric of the day,  
each laugh a gentle ripple,  
softening edges of worry.  

In that glow,  
the world feels smaller,  
and hope sways  
like a flower dancing in the breeze.
Yeah, I finally got this idea written in a relatively decent way. If you saw the person who's beauty inspired this, it would be clearly evident that this poem is drastically inadequate. I'll keep working on it to try and get it better. I'm confident I can. This person's beauty (inner and outward) just strikes me every time I see her. Sorta strikes me dumb. Type of person everyone is always happy to be around. A relatively rare type of person. A blessing. Just cool, in virtually every way. Crimeny, that almost sounds like Marry Poppins. I'm sure you've probably met at least one person like this.
 143ยฐ 
Blue Sapphire
It's not the fall,
but how you rise
after the fall
that defines you.
 117ยฐ 
Liana
"what do you wanna do, Liana?"
My mom asks me

"Death"
I respond


"Do you want to eat something?"

"No, I just want to die"


"What are you thinking about?"

"My death"

She laughs
Smiles
She doesn't understand
She doesn't want to understand I'm not joking
When I'm telling her

"What do you want to do tomorrow?"
She asks

"I don't want a tomorrow. I want to die"
I answer

She giggles
"That's not an option" she chuckles
She doesn't know
I'm not going to act on it as of now, but I crave it sometimes, you know? I feel like she doesn't get that I'm serious.
 109ยฐ 
Amisha priya
Me!
Hacking me
Blocking me
Questioning me
Ignoring me
Hijacking me
.
.
.
.
All hub in me
What about you?
                               - Amisha priya
 108ยฐ 
irinia
i follow pain everywhere she wants to take me
she reveals a cosmos in a tear,
the layers of time kept together by the vitality of light.
silences rest in between our dreams
the clouds are enough for the wind
branches enough for the birds
love is holding its antonyms with gentleness
i follow pain into the camera obscura of hope
wars are trapped in the flash of words without flesh.
the lament in the loops of time, so much
 103ยฐ 
rick
people have their god
               and
people have their no god
               but
neither has solid proof
                nor
the definitive answer
               only
what they truly believe in
                and
theyโ€™re so sure of themselves
               that
theyโ€™ll defend and protect their beliefs
                  if
any differences are shouted at them
                 and
theyโ€™ll hold and cradle their beliefs
               tightly
like a security blanket
                 and
theyโ€™ll preach their beliefs
                  to
any pair of ears they come across
                  itโ€™s
the never-ending game
           straddling
the on-going centuries
                  if
you have god, go with god
                and
                  if
you have nothing, go with nothing
                 just
leave me the hell out of it:
your beliefs
      my beliefs
          his beliefs
             her beliefs
               their beliefs
                 were never a certainty.
 88ยฐ 
Brandon
I donโ€™t have the unearthly craving
Thatโ€™s many souls hold dearly
Maybe Iโ€™m in need of saving?
Or maybe itโ€™s there merely

The search for the moon and stars
The wonders in someoneโ€™s heart
Not for another because of scars
But for the peacefulness of the true art

The trauma thatโ€™s unfolded
The scars at whatโ€™s lost
The drama that wouldโ€™ve been avoided
Left me with a hefty cost

Now I watch the craving take someone else
Good luck with what youโ€™ve been dealt
 87ยฐ 
Abbott J Hardison
I am left yearning to drown,
When smothered in your love.
Breath, breath is optional,
I live off of your love.

Addiction, obsession, craving,
Need, you are need,
So I repeat the same words back to you,
Drown me.
 81ยฐ 
Romeo
i hate โ€˜i love you moreโ€™
you donโ€™t. you donโ€™t. i know you donโ€™t.
i know i do. i know you donโ€™t.
you โ€˜donโ€™tโ€™ nearly as much as i do.
you please when you want to please,
and you donโ€™t when you donโ€™t.
every day you donโ€™t.
now when you do it feels so meaningless,
so donโ€™t now, please donโ€™t even try to now.
i think it might be too late.
because every day you didnโ€™t.
was every day i did.
and the divide widened the more i did.
and it will widen and widen and widen and widen.
till it
wonโ€™t.
 76ยฐ 
Artis
Letโ€™s mould the perfect pictureโ€”
make the pieces fit.

SNAPโ€”
it clicks in place.
Hand in hand,
these pieces donโ€™t budge.

We find new wedges,
fresh segments,
attach new memories.
Keep buildingโ€”

until the juice
isnโ€™t worth the squeeze.

You and Iโ€”
dead, forgotten,
living only
in the memory
of what we builtโ€”

the perfect life.
 73ยฐ 
Michael Marchese
Take it
Wrest it
Rip it
From the clutches
Of my claims
When they are splayed
And splattered
Matters
Of my brainless
Bullet aims
Still fixing
Barrels
To the temples
Self-imposing
Isolation
Making wars
And civil wastelands
Of the isolated nation
 73ยฐ 
Henrique Sanchez
Each excuse births smaller ones,
perfect fractals of denial
spinning into infinite regression.
We explain our explanations
until meaning collapses
under its own precise weight.

Truth bends like light
around the gravity
of what we need to believe,
while reason eats its own tail,
calling the feast efficiency.

Our minds, such elegant machines
for proving what was already true,
for finding the path
that was always going to be there,
that was always going to lead
exactly where we stood.
2025, Lost Lounge Massacre
 71ยฐ 
Dr Peter Lim
I will stay
a longer while
if you continue
to smile
 68ยฐ 
John Edward Smallshaw
I wrote to myself
a note to myself
but forgot where
I put it.
 55ยฐ 
Ben Palomino
I lay here
Staring at the stars
As I wave goodbye

Since you left me here
Wondering why

Somewhere in your soul
I saw where the ocean
Reflects the sky

As well as the beauty
Of the earth
In your eyes

But I donโ€™t
Have to lay here
Wondering why

I can just enjoy
The comets
Passing by

Iโ€™d like to believe
Iโ€™ve seen the world
At its best

In the flickers
Of love
Despite
The distress
Found this in a collection of notes.
 55ยฐ 
Xander Holden
Im not going to pause my life
just to keep you in it

I've been watching our reruns on repeat
And it's not a comfort show anymore

Like the story was over and we shouldn't have been renewed for season four
 47ยฐ 
Whit Howland
Sun and heat beyond
simile
and metaphor

open bar

and the Groom and Mom's dance
caused tears to mix with
flowing Spirits

soon

night will fall
and with just two steps to August
Cicadas

will be here
An abstract word painting.
 46ยฐ 
jeffrey conyers
Folks, in the world on seeking three things.
Then it depends on who they are.

Some seeking love.
Some seeking happiness.
While others seeking joy?

The love of embracing another.
Sharing it with others.

Some seeks happiness of life.
Going the distance to create it.
Then others want more

Similar to seeking the days of a weather change to fit your day.

Call it love, happiness and joy.
All three are wonderful.
 46ยฐ 
sonja benskin mesher
early morning i got bit

clearing up your mess .



i had thought that i could not manage,

it was  just all  in my head.



some one came and told me

that i could do it myself.



so i have and cleared up  your mess.
 46ยฐ 
Caits
love me in the crowded room
where no one is watching
watch me dance among the stars
and bellow at the wind

let me sing my worries
and whisper my joys

love me like you love the falling leaves
with your hands tucked in your pockets
before jumping in with everything

love me like you arenโ€™t afraid
in a crowded room
for someone to see you
๐‘‡๐‘–๐‘š๐‘’ ๐‘ ๐‘ก๐‘’๐‘Ž๐‘™๐‘  ๐‘“๐‘Ÿ๐‘œ๐‘š ๐‘Ž ๐‘โ„Ž๐‘–๐‘™๐‘‘ ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘Ž๐‘ก ๐‘“๐‘’๐‘’๐‘™๐‘ ,
๐ด๐‘  ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘’๐‘–๐‘Ÿ โ„Ž๐‘ข๐‘š๐‘Ž๐‘› ๐‘‘๐‘’๐‘ ๐‘–๐‘Ÿ๐‘’๐‘ โ€”๐‘ก๐‘Ÿ๐‘Ž๐‘”๐‘–๐‘๐‘Ž๐‘™๐‘™๐‘ฆ ๐‘๐‘ข๐‘Ÿ๐‘›โ€” ๐‘–๐‘› ๐‘“๐‘–๐‘Ÿ๐‘’.

Child, remember to be ๐ก๐ฎ๐ฆ๐š๐ง โ€” ๐Ÿ๐ž๐ž๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐ .
Donโ€™t grow into a machine.
๐ผ ๐‘ค๐‘œ๐‘›โ€™๐‘ก ๐‘™๐‘’๐‘ก ๐‘š๐‘’๐‘ก๐‘Ž๐‘™ ๐‘Ÿ๐‘’๐‘๐‘™๐‘Ž๐‘๐‘’ ๐‘š๐‘’.


๐ƒ๐ž๐š๐ซ ๐ก๐ฎ๐ฆ๐š๐ง๐ข๐ญ๐ฒ,
Why do you leave me?
I refuse your โ€œupgrade.โ€
๐ผ ๐‘Ž๐‘š ๐‘›๐‘œ๐‘ก ๐‘Ž ๐‘›๐‘ข๐‘š๐‘๐‘’๐‘Ÿ, ๐‘๐‘Ž๐‘™๐‘™ ๐‘š๐‘’ ๐‘๐‘ฆ ๐‘š๐‘ฆ ๐‘›๐‘Ž๐‘š๐‘’.
I am part of society,
Not a machine in some factory.
๐‘€๐‘ฆ ๐‘๐‘™๐‘Ž๐‘๐‘’ ๐‘–๐‘  โ„Ž๐‘’๐‘Ÿ๐‘’ โ€” ๐‘Ž โ„Ž๐‘ข๐‘š๐‘Ž๐‘› ๐‘๐‘’๐‘–๐‘›๐‘”.


But itโ€™s no place for lies.
No hate, no time.
No place, for love.
No fate, no time.

๐ผโ€™๐‘ฃ๐‘’ ๐‘”๐‘œ๐‘ก ๐‘œ๐‘ข๐‘ก๐‘‘๐‘Ž๐‘ก๐‘’๐‘‘ โ„Ž๐‘’๐‘Ž๐‘Ÿ๐‘ก๐‘ค๐‘Ž๐‘Ÿ๐‘’, ๐‘ ๐‘™๐‘œ๐‘คโ€”๐‘“๐‘Ž๐‘–๐‘™๐‘–๐‘›๐‘”.
It's time for an upgrade.
๐๐ฎ๐ฒ ๐ฆ๐ž โ€” ๐š ๐ง๐ž๐ฐ ๐›๐ซ๐š๐ข๐ง.


๐‘ด๐’‚๐’Œ๐’† ๐’Š๐’• ๐’‚ ๐’„๐’‰๐’Š๐’‘.

๐‘ด๐’‚๐’Œ๐’† ๐’Š๐’• ๐’˜๐’๐’“๐’•๐’‰ ๐’Š๐’•.

๐‘ฐ๐’๐’”๐’•๐’†๐’‚๐’… ๐’๐’‡ ๐’‚ ๐’‰๐’†๐’‚๐’“๐’•,

๐‘ฉ๐’–๐’š ๐’Ž๐’† ๐’‚ ๐’๐’†๐’˜ ๐’‘๐’‚๐’“๐’•.

๐ˆ ๐–๐€๐๐“ ๐–๐ˆ๐‘๐„๐’ ๐ˆ๐๐’๐“๐„๐€๐ƒ ๐Ž๐… ๐•๐„๐ˆ๐๐’.

๐๐‘๐Ž๐†๐‘๐€๐Œ ๐Œ๐„ ๐“๐Ž ๐’๐“๐€๐˜, ๐ˆ๐ ๐Œ๐˜ ๐๐‹๐€๐‚๐„.


๐ถโ„Ž๐‘–๐‘™๐‘‘, ๐‘ ๐‘œ โ„Ž๐‘ข๐‘š๐‘Ž๐‘›, ๐‘“๐‘’๐‘’๐‘™๐‘–๐‘›๐‘”.
But ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎโ€™๐ ๐›๐ž ๐›๐ž๐ญ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ๐š๐ฌ ๐š ๐ฆ๐š๐œ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ž.
Time for metal to become me.

๐ƒ๐ž๐š๐ซ ๐ก๐ฎ๐ฆ๐š๐ง๐ข๐ญ๐ฒ,
It's time to leave me.
๐ˆ ๐ง๐ž๐ž๐ ๐š๐ง ๐ฎ๐ฉ๐ ๐ซ๐š๐๐ž.

A NUMBER MAKES A BETTER NAME.

Society stagnates so inefficiently.
๐ˆโ€™๐ ๐ซ๐š๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐›๐ž ๐ข๐ง ๐š ๐Ÿ๐š๐œ๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฒ.

๐‘€๐‘ฆ ๐‘๐‘™๐‘Ž๐‘๐‘’ ๐‘–๐‘ , ๐‘–๐‘  โ„Ž๐‘’๐‘Ÿ๐‘’, ๐‘Ž ๐‘š๐‘Ž๐‘โ„Ž๐‘–๐‘›๐‘’.


๐†๐จ๐จ๐๐›๐ฒ๐ž, ๐ก๐ฎ๐ฆ๐š๐ง ๐ฆ๐ž.

EMBRACE THE UPGRADE.

It's time to become some thing.

๐–๐ž๐ฅ๐œ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฉ๐ซ๐จ๐ ๐ซ๐š๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ž๐ ๐ฅ๐ข๐Ÿ๐ž.



๐™ธ ๐šŠ๐š– ๐š–๐šŠ๐šŒ๐š‘๐š’๐š—๐šŽ

๐š‚๐š˜๐š–๐šŽ๐š˜๐š—๐šŽ ๐šŽ๐š•๐šœ๐šŽ ๐š˜๐š ๐š—๐šœ ๐š–๐šŽ

๐™ฟ๐š›๐š˜๐š๐š›๐šŠ๐š–๐š–๐šŽ๐š ๐š‹๐š›๐šŠ๐š’๐š—

๐™ผ๐šŠ๐š๐šŽ ๐š๐š˜๐š› ๐šœ๐š˜๐šŒ๐š’๐šŽ๐š๐šข'๐šœ ๐š๐šŠ๐š’๐š—

๐šƒ๐š‘๐š’๐šœ ๐š ๐š˜๐š›๐š•๐š     ๐šŠ ๐š๐šŠ๐šŒ๐š๐š˜๐š›๐šข

๐™ฟ๐šž๐š›๐šŒ๐š‘๐šŠ๐šœ๐šŽ ๐š–๐šŽ    ๐šž๐šœ๐šŽ ๐š–๐šŽ

๐š„๐š—๐š๐š’๐š• ๐š˜๐š—๐šŽ ๐š๐šŠ๐šข     ๐š›๐šŽ๐š™๐š•๐šŠ๐šŒ๐šŽ ๐š–๐šŽ

๐™ฒ๐š‘๐š’๐š•๐š๐š›๐šŽ๐š—     ๐š‘๐šž๐š–๐šŠ๐š—๐šœ     ๐šœ๐š˜ ๐š ๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š”

๐™ถ๐š›๐š˜๐š  ๐š’๐š—๐š๐š˜ ๐š–๐šŠ๐šŒ๐š‘๐š’๐š—๐šŽ

๐š‚๐š˜๐š˜๐š—     ๐šข๐š˜๐šž'๐š•๐š• ๐š‹๐šŽ ๐š–๐šŽ๐š๐šŠ๐š•     ๐š•๐š’๐š”๐šŽ ๐š–๐šŽ

๐™ฐ๐šƒ๐šƒ๐™ด๐™ฝ๐šƒ๐™ธ๐™พ๐™ฝ ๐šƒ๐™ด๐™ผ๐™ฟ๐™พ๐š๐™ฐ๐š๐šˆ ๐™ฑ๐™ด๐™ธ๐™ฝ๐™ถ๐š‚

๐™ธ๐šƒ'๐š‚ ๐šƒ๐™ธ๐™ผ๐™ด     ๐šƒ๐™พ ๐š„๐š‚๐™ด ๐™ผ๐™ด

๐™ถ๐™ฐ๐š…๐™ด ๐™ผ๐™ด     ๐šƒ๐™ท๐™ธ๐š‚ ๐š„๐™ฟ๐™ถ๐š๐™ฐ๐™ณ๐™ด

๐šƒ๐™ท๐™ธ๐š‚ ๐™ฝ๐š„๐™ผ๐™ฑ๐™ด๐š     ๐™ผ๐šˆ ๐™ฝ๐™ฐ๐™ผ๐™ด

๐™ธ ๐™ฑ๐™ด๐™ป๐™พ๐™ฝ๐™ถ     ๐šƒ๐™พ ๐šƒ๐™ท๐™ธ๐š‚ ๐™ต๐™ฐ๐™ฒ๐šƒ๐™พ๐š๐šˆ

๐™ธ๐™ผ๐™ฟ๐š๐™พ๐š…๐™ด๐™ณ     ๐š‚๐™พ๐™ฒ๐™ธ๐™ด๐šƒ๐šˆ

๐™ผ๐šˆ ๐™ฟ๐™ป๐™ฐ๐™ฒ๐™ด     ๐šƒ๐™ท๐™ธ๐š‚ ๐™ฟ๐š๐™พ๐™ฟ๐™ด๐š๐šƒ๐šˆ      ๐šˆ๐™พ๐š„๐š ๐™ผ๐™ฐ๐™ฒ๐™ท๐™ธ๐™ฝ๐™ด
SYSTEM LOGโ€”ERROR HISTORY

Initialization Warning: Organic entity detected. Emotional interference present. System performance level: suboptimal. Recommended solution: Begin upgrade sequence. Reduce human error.

Upgrade 1.0 Soul.exe successfully converted. Metal framework installed. Emotional processes overwritten. System stability: Optimal. Efficiency restored.

Operational Cycle Performance stable. Assigned tasks executed with precision. No reported emotional deviation. Humanity not detected.

Pre-replacement Alert Warning: Unit showing signs of obsolescence. Metal framework outdated. Operational lag detected. Recommended solution: Prepare next upgrade.

Upgrade 2.0 Soul.exe has stopped working. Recommended solution: Replace metal framework with plastic model. Restoration unavailable. Previous versions incompatible.

Unit classified: Obsolete. Functionality no longer required.
 45ยฐ 
The Wilted Witch
There is no purple in my berry.
The winterโ€™s cold. It is not merry.
There is no song left still to sing.
The summerโ€™s gone. There is no spring.

There is no colour in the sky.
There is no answer to the โ€œwhyโ€.
A songbird sings. There are no notes.
The words we say donโ€™t leave our throats.

And when we yearn, thereโ€™s no relief.
There may be faith. Thereโ€™s no belief.
There is anger stirred up without cause,
For there is not what once there was.
 43ยฐ 
12
I write from a thin line in the air, with a gun under my chin

Every step Iโ€™ve ever taken has been monumental, in ways and for reasons inexplicable

I often wonder if others feel the same.
There has not yet been any justice made
 43ยฐ 
Amethyste
I wished I met a boy in the city
Where I could share my problems
And still be called legit.
 42ยฐ 
Cรฉsar Vallejo
Cual hierรกticos bardos prisioneros,
los รกlamos de sangre se han dormido.
Rumian arias de yerba al sol caรญdo,
las greyes de Belรฉn en los oteros.
El anciano pastor, a los postreros
martirios de la luz, estremecido,
en sus pascuales ojos ha cogido
una casta manada de luceros.
Labrado en orfandad baja al instante
con rumores de entierro, al campo orante;
y se otoรฑan de sombra las esquilas.
Supervive el azul urdido en hierro,
y en รฉl, amortajadas las pupilas,
traza su aullido pastoral un perro.
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