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Best Poems Written by Oliver C.S.

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Human

it is the last corridor

loneliest hours are like this
twisted music stops ringing from the belfry
silence that could break bones
with its weight comes in a
downpour
thunderous words of a confession
spoken in actions

speak for your own sins
one by one, on a table covered in dust
lay them to untimely rest
this place will be your funeral,
rebirth
rising the hell from whence you came,
demons grabbing at your ankles
until they drag you back home.

you carved their sentences in grey
red spilling into dirty snow, dirty
conscience, destruction of everything
in your path to glory, friend and foe
breathing
in the blood-curdling screams like
the fresh air you don’t deserve

the prayers of a people wasted
in the merciless hands of a child
sick, buttercups in their hair
an angel of death,
murderer
savior falling through the cracks
of everything they were a time ago.

it is the end.

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Swamp Woman

Mist strolled down the causeway
like a woman in white, 
reaching into the darkness with
gloved fingers of frost
lighting the swamp lamps with her very radiance. 
Her breath hung in the air like smoke
voice ringing out in song
lifted on clipped wings deemed decorative,
weighted by sins uncommitted
She sings a lullaby to the starlight, 
celestial souls trapped within her boon
lay in her as a final resting place.
Icy winds pierce the flesh of mankind, 
the once plentiful fruit of her garden 
Unpicked, rotting uninterrupted in the snow, as 
she abandoned them centuries before. 
Early morning light flows into slit veins
longing calls for the void granted hearing. 
She returns to the sky.

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Thoughts Strung Into Poetry

I'm spending the time reminiscing, and wow. 
Everything in my life has lead to this EXACT MOMENT. 
I'm cooking pasta at 2 AM with a smile on my face and music in my ears
Warm pajamas and hot tea beside me, maybe worn a little too long
I have friends, best friends, people who love me
I haven't had a single suicidal thought in MONTHS. 
Despite everything that's happened, in this moment, I'm content.

Maybe it hasn't all gone according to plan, but things change and adapt. 
There's not a problem in the world that could weigh down this feeling. 
Maybe I'll forget to water a plant tomorrow, but it'll survive.
Maybe I'll forget the line to a poem, but I'll write new words. 
Maybe I'll sing offkey to my favourite song a little too loudly, but my voice will ring out anyway. 
Whatever, I'm alive and I forget and I make silly mistakes, that's alright.

Everything leads to everything in the end, a big circle of fortune, misfortune
Embrace it, let life live you
And when you're awake at 2:28 AM on a weeknight and time doesn't feel real, the only thing on your mind is the timer on the stovetop, keep living. 
Maybe you don't know what you're doing, or what lead you to this moment, but that's alright. Nobody knows. That's the 'big secret.' 
The best thing we, as humans, can do is learn it and love it. Slow ride and look at the scenery, 'cause that's what everyone else is doing.

But, every little thing AMAZES me beyond belief.
I'm ALIVE and I'm BREATHING and nothing tastes better than cheap spaghetti and cold coffee and that's just. 
That's wow.

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Jane

flowers are insignificant
gone so soon, waxen petals wilt away in mere hours
so delicate the breeze will break them

this is not the budding of a rose, the beauty of a cherry tree, or even a meadow. 

it is the universe. 
galaxies of shimmering stars
in your dismal eyes, expanding horizons, the sunrise on a distant world

the void when you are not here to light my sky

it is you seeing the same
constellations as i do, 
the capricious ways time ticks faster

the atmosphere gets thinner but we adjust, we breathe, we strive

it is fear
that the stars will fade like an aster's grace
the sun we built won't be enough to keep you warm
when you are a nebula of celestial brilliance 

and i am a dwarf within your boon. 

flowers are insignificant
when you outshine them all

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Rush

heart race, chest ache though i’m 
sitting still and i 
feel i am running out of time
the clock keeps ticking down to doomsday
i watch its hands, transfixed in the moment, 
my attempts to turn them back only result in phantom pains. 
i will time to cease but my delirious words only 
eat through precious minutes, 
thoughts dining on seconds that could’ve been spent on a finalization
my heart, my mind leap towards the unknown but 
my body, my tired core only wish for rest. 

the end is there, in the gears and cogs of fate, 
it’s just not the end i think it is.

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Hunter

Do you hear yourself when you talk?
Do those fickle, fill-in words ever
come back to you in the form of monsters under the bed
or ghosts of people you’ve loved, hated
loved again
in the same hour? 
You have a voice that laughs, 
face that smiles and a mind that seethes.
You are a hunter, trap set in a field,
one false step and the animal is wounded, practically dead. 
A relationship goes awry for a moment
and becomes nothing - We became nothing - 
due to words you’ve falsified long ago
My expectations of you were low enough.
But this?
This is proof enough that your hateful mind sees what it wants,
hears what it was looking for, ignoring the rest. 
do you understand the foundations our friendship was built upon, 
the principles of love once a meadow
picked to extinction by your shaky hands
Did you forget roses had thorns when you started your apocalypse? 
It was your seething head that brought us here
Not I, Not fate, Not God. 
Now our legs are caught in your trap together. 
You’re the hunter, I’m merely prey. 
What will you do next? 
Will you shoot for the kill, the ties, 
or release me, heal me, and bring me to the same trap? 

Learn to forgive.
Drop the gun and learn to listen.

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Candy

i live for your blind smile, 
your softspoken, sugary words
the giddy highs, the comforted lows
our candy of a friendship kept in my pocket
ready to brighten my day. 

but what about you could i admire most? 
the energy, the laughter at everything and nothing
the flavour of conversations late at night
you always try to wipe away my sadness, the aura of care
and too many more little things than words to describe them. 

if my favourite candy is our little bit of love,
is it your's, too?

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Spilled Ink

i would love to speak how the others do
but even my theatre of thought is a man
on a soapbox louder, given better acoustics,
the angry man there to boom even over the other. 
while the bystanders focus on the fight i fade into
the obscurity i've realized was made for me. 

there will always be someone louder. 
someone with an opinion that's more important than mine, 
someone who would interrupt an eulogy should it not be theirs, 
and i am left with my soft voice, shaking fingers, listening
never speaking, never participating because 
why should i bother anymore

should my thoughts be posted to bulletin boards, 
or an 'open' sign that leads to a brick wall
so the wandering eye can get their words in, too, above mine,
just so i can say i was acknowledged?

if a man matters as much as the words he speaks then i 
am only worth spilled ink

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Beach

footsteps through quicksand
thoughts a beach; the sea ideas
the tide locked out beyond the strand
as i watch the everchanging shore stagnate
my eyes catch glimpse of the tsunami of change.
i do not want to be buried under these waves of turmoil
but i sink lower, deeper into the tomb of the future. 

inspiration comes at many costs.