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Blood

Everything I do,
I pour in my soul, my blood.

You can trace my life’s path
by following my stains of blood.

At my end, I will be dry,
but I will look back

and see a red piece of art,
crafted from heart and passion.
#poetry

🫂 #poetry

🥀 #poetry

Don't always take compromises or you'll compromise yourself. It's like bending—do it too much, and you'll fracture.
#poetry

Am I too quiet?
Or am I too loud?
Do I seem nervous?
Do I seem weird?
But really, do I—could I ever not seem weird?
Am I entertaining?
Do you really like me?
Am I enough, or am I just not enough for me and my anxiety?
#poetry

Sometimes I get scared
about going manic again.
Losing touch with reality,
meaning no harm,
but still causing it.

Feeling a surge of energy
and unwavering confidence,
is overwhelmingly intoxicating.
But then you fall into your endless depths
of melancholy and sorrow.
#poetry

It’s never too late to start over.
Reset yourself, as if to capture
more daylight in your days.
//You are an invention of yourself.
#poetry

🩸 #poetry

They try to get hold of
your soul, eating it for dinner
like it is their own creation.

Fight it, never surrender,
be your own guardian
and the nightmare will fade
when you awake.
#poetry

and i lifted myself up,
only to realize
that if you hit the ground,
walking feels okay again.
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🌊 #poetry

🕯️ #poetry

Put me in the spotlight
and I will try my very best
at failing all your expectations
and crawl back into fetal position
till I reverse my birth.
#poetry

I’m keeping my secrets for my own.
But still, I’m hiding them in my #poems .
Read them and you will discover the darkest parts of my soul.

#poetry

I have been hiding
behind a mask
so long,
the mask
is now
who I
am.
//I hope I can live with that.
#poetry

Struggling to stand, right now,
It’s gravity that pins me down,
Directly into my bed.
Or is it my emotions,
Overflowing, overwhelming?
Or perhaps, it’s you,
The core of my personal little tragedy.
#poetry

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Ahoy, captain of the relationship, charting a course to the ocean’s ground.