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whispered shadow

WHISPERED SHADOW 

She flaunts her way into my mind,
A beautiful chaos, cruel yet kind.
A disaster to see, a tale untold,
A fire so warm, yet burning cold.

Her scent lingers both day and night,
A whispered ghost, a fleeting light.
Her teeth peek softly through her smile,
A charm that lingers all the while.

She drifts like wind through fields so wide,
A shadow that refuses to hide.
Her mind’s a storm, yet laced with grace,
A childlike wonder, lost in space.

She locks her heart, conceals her pain,
Yet tears still fall like silent rain.
In morning, evening, through the years,
She hides her sorrow, masks her tears.

A sorrow deep, a smile so bright,
A fading star in endless night.
As I depart, she breaks inside,
And so, we bid our last goodbye.

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Hum in silence


Sometimes I regret,
Regret too much...
Been all gray and all out of touch,
My thoughts all around me,
Buzzing like bees,
I'm not too timid but never at ease.

They hum in the silence,
They sting when I breathe,
A storm in my chest
That will not recede.

I reach for the colors,
But they slip through my hands,
A canvas once vivid,
Now lost in the sands.


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turning gray

As I Turn Gray

As I turn gray, the music fades,
Melodies lost in the echo of days.
Consciousness swarms me, a ceaseless tide,
Drowning in thoughts I cannot hide.

The colors blur, once vivid, now pale,
Chained by shame—too weak to prevail.
Neither to move, nor to flee,
Trapped in time, a ghost of me.

Yesterday lingers, tomorrow looms,
Regret and doubt fill hollowed rooms.
The weight of years, heavy and deep,
A restless mind that never sleeps.

Today, I am older than yesterday,
Alone with years that waste away.
Too young to be wise, too old to dream,
Turning eighteen, yet unseen.

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sometimes

Sometimes I fail,
Sometimes I rot.
Sometimes the weight consumes me,
Sometimes it’s just a dot.

I've found the courage to give up,
But never the strength to ask why.
Sometimes I know the truth too well,
Yet sometimes—I lie.

Sometimes the path is clear,
Sometimes it’s all undone.
Sometimes I try to speak,
But the words choke on my tongue.

Words are meant to be spoken,
Let loose into the air.

Sometimes failure lingers,
Sometimes victory’s near,
Yet failure clings to its place,
A shadow steeped in fear.
Sometimes it keeps him pinned,
Sometimes stuck on a dot.

Sometimes he chases that boy,
Yet somehow—he’s the one who’s caught

                                                                     ... writtenbysall

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Absence

Your ravishing my soul and body with the hint of love,
With eyes innocent as a dove.
The reason of my death and my will to live
Is only you..
You're the extraordinary in the ordinary,
And that's how you killed me too...

Like a flame that burns yet keeps me warm,
A raging sea, a calming storm.
You are the silence before the dawn,
The fleeting touch I depend upon.

Your breath is the whisper my heart obeys,
A curse, a blessing, a love that stays.
With every word, you pull me through—
To life, to death, to love anew.

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whispers woven in sheets

When night arrives, it circles 'round,
The dream once lost is newly found.

I dream of her, with tangled hair,
Her skin like spring—so smooth, so fair.
Warm, slender hands run through my hair,
A fragile form that, held, might tear.

But morning comes—its blinding light,
The dream dissolves, fades out of sight.
No sounds remain, no vision clear,
Just silence loud, and nothing near.

My mind is calm, yet chest feels weighed,
Suffocated, soft and staid.
The dream retreats with silent grace,
She had no voice, no name, no face.

A sudden warmth upon my cheek—
A ghost of touch I cannot seek.
Still I wait for night to fall,
For whispered dreams to once more call.

On this bed I lie between
The longing sheets, where she has been.
She is my secret, soft, unseen—
A heaven held in in-betweens.

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THE JOURNEY

Don’t you see? That we’re too free,
Drifting like whispers on an endless sea.

We could walk where no roads remain,
Sit beneath trees in golden rain.
Let time’s soft leaves fall on my face,
Let go—give up the endless chase.

Let’s journey not for thirst or gain,
Not for pleasure, not for pain.
Not for fear or fleeting pride,
But just to walk, with time as our guide.

To vanish, to fade, to simply be,
Lost in the road, wild and free.
No matter the distance, no matter the time,
Only the journey—yours and mine.

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Responsibilities

Oh, my wish—to falter beneath my burdens,
To drown in failure’s cold embrace,
To be lost in the wreckage of my own undoing,
Yet rise, undead, from catastrophe’s face.

We are but fools, deceived by victory,
Blind to the lessons the struggle bestows.
We march ahead, neglecting the path,
Ignoring the wisdom that suffering knows.

I seek the hush in a world of sound,
Oh, to be free from these earthly bounds!
I lack the knowledge, the pulse of humanity,
A scavenger lost in the ruins of vanity.

Today I lay, wrapped in shame,
Grappling with the weight of blame.
Is it fate, or is it mine—
This burden carved in the hands of time?