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Best Poems Written by Tele Boy

Below are the all-time best Tele Boy poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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First Rose

You called my name, blossomed pink through a screen
Red face, heart race, bewitched I fell sick in bed
A rusting rose emerged from my slivered soul

Before I slept, I remembered the first time I wished we met

The laugh, that made my days glitch
I'm here again, wondering what happened there
There were times, I yearned to see you again.

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It's 10 Pm

I, was created
by the dance of nostalgia and stupid pride
I, held captive by eyes
Pinned me down and shaped my style

I suit up and fade out
to a world of nothing
My pilot is on sick leave now

We're in the realm of nowhere
Just the music playing
To the rhythm of the ticking clock

When I close my eyes it's 10 pm, and it's too late to sing
From morning's light till evening's dark all in vain
I've grown old, I have no fight to redo my design
But what do I do when it's 10?

I, was altered
To the artless edible I used to hate
Days, fuse and collide
Yet I know I'm I, regardless of my hairstyle.

You think I'd be growing, overcoming
Yet I decay where no one sees me

With closed eyes, it's ten at night
Monotony repeats, again and again.
Too late for song, too late to dream,
It's ten at night

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Fate

I 
have died again, I'm paralyzed 
Where's my thoughts train? 

Pain, is the reminder
That I did not live 
Over the limits 

Despite, so many hardships 
I lost everything
Can't sense my numbness 

Night, has lit a darkness
For a blaze I'm calling
That never existed 

As I'm 

Back to breathing, the loop recommence
I want to be strong
For all the times you saved me
I am sorry

From the empty words and promises 
This time I will twist my double faces 
To a vigorous one,
To defy
My fate in grayness

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Take Your Time

Somethings are better left untold
Somethings are better if you let go
Sometimes, you forget your identity 

And the oceans will bring a nobody
Just a wave, to please everybody
A wind, rush of emotions, you waive anyway 

The sun will surely smile today
To you who wished upon a star
We'll break up the unhappy club 

Seek better days to find "us"
Never, what we became momentarily 

So take your time...

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De-Crystallization

Tight-lipped, transparent, and stuck in a mono-TV
Am I alive or dead? I don't feel pleasure nor pain
Numbness is all I can sense under the pretense
"This is for my sake"

Square-shaped deceptions bind me
A soothing night-sky dimmed the spark in my eye

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Different

Time to drop the mask, no more pretending
This pain only creates new beginnings
I will come back to myself and
Sunder the emptiness with a pendulum ticking

Even if the world gives me apathy,
My shrouded dreams will carry me
The unseeable just thrills me,
I'll come back to myself

It's ok, I can say what I feel
It's ok, I don't have to be perfect
I'll go take revenge on the world with my smile

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another day

Why must I cast aside
What’s precious to me,
Just to fit into a mold,
To appease a shadow, a whisper of expectation?

We all have a niche, a corner,
A place waiting somewhere,
But why do I feel like I’m always a step behind,
Watching the world race ahead?

This dayjob, a gilded cage,
Where dreams are stored away,
In a dusty corner, forgotten,
As I grind, a slave to routine.

I don’t want to connect,
Don’t want to share my pain,
I’ve had enough, working day after day,
Just to scrape by, while my dreams fade away.

The architects of this world,
They were no different than us,
So why am I shackled,
Sentenced to eternity in this loop?

This dayjob, it was supposed to be
The fuel for my fire,
But it’s become a prison,
A cage of my own design.

Petty struggles for a meager reward,
The wheels keep turning as I age,
Fear drives me to work part-time,
Fearing the hunger, the cold, the end of the line.

I am wasted, I am hate,
I am resentment, I am regret,
What if I don’t fit the mold?
What if I’m not held by luck’s embrace?

Ideas rain down, a deluge,
But when I reach out, they’re gone,
Vanishing like mist,
Leaving me empty, in this cage of dreams.