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Haley’s comets
Approaching separating
Matters of fact
Wolfs are howling
A wretched world
That having it’s way with my soul
Looking for someone
To take the keys and drive
Looking for
A purpose outside my wasteland
Too turn the pages forward
For the backstage
Blues to leave my stage
My paper lanterns are
Burning to ashes
Wasting away
In my self absorbed addictions
Inexplicable behaviors
Like a heckler that
Won’t stop talking
Wears me like a
A mask I can’t remove
The demons
In each bottle rattle my cage
After each hit I take
Can’t shake
The stench that permeates
It’s like the acid tears I cry
I see the decaying breath
I breathe counting
Down to the seconds
When the coffin will call
And I will answer
All consuming overwhelming me
Awaiting a revival
For my peaceful recital to start
Dancing in my shadows
THIS IS DEDICATED TO ALL THEE LOST SOULS SEARCHING FOR PEACE!!! ☮️ FIGHT LIKE HELL AND ACHIEVE YOUR TRUE LIGHT… RYAN THIS ONES FOR YOU BRO 🌀💯💭🔥🌟
the most vulnerably
intimate i can be
with someone is
to meet their eyes—
to dive,
drown,
weep,
reckon,
long,
surrender,
burrow,
sink
in the silent depth
of their
naked truth.
and surely,
i will be left too smitten
to ever
look away.
For my love, I am never looking away. One of the many things I have composed in my head while walking around the metro. From my notes app dated July 19, 2025 at 2:45 AM. Baguio City, thank you.
I can't write anymore. Thats the plain truth. There are no more fairies in my garden. No more cemeteries left to play in. There is no more music left to dance to. I don't know why.
~for maddie~

the inference need not be discerned,
plain clear like a perfected blue sky
that took a millennium to craft so
well that you take it 100% for granted

even God needs trial and error to get it
right, and more to create a perfect anything
and any
body
and any
elephant
mirror on the wall reflects my pain
it is a witness of my harsh reality
the pain i romanticized about someone
is a fake reflected image of my thoughts
the pain i never wished to tear my flesh
is the real persona i try to hide
This poem is part of my Velvet Coffin poetry series.
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