Academic Poet

Dark academia and poetic quotes fuel my simplistic life

[asherthompson]

Do you ever wonder who else you could have been? If things were different, if you had changed in another way, if some things never happened and if new ones did?

I wonder who he would be...

Different.

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When it rains, I listen

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The earth will not remember my name...

But it will never forget the sound of a beating, bleeding heart. One which denied a life of succumbing to the ashes. The sound of a burning passion, never extinguished by settling into a life beneath my potential

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There's something strange going on in my head. A realisation that my life is art. There's a person in my head who thrives on the colours I once saw all those years ago. He lives and breathes imagination and begs for the world to release him. Allow him to tear the sky apart to see the light that will bleed through. He shall paint my body with the stories of a thousand lives and decorate my soul with the future he finds comfort in. May the land embrace him and inspire his burning passion. I shall hold his hand and admire the life he refuses to ignore.

Life is art. It comforts the disturbed and disturbs the comfortable. I will be disturbing, and I will find comfort in the rubble which remains.

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I am loving like my heart will never break

I am living like my world will never end

I am like I never will be again

The only boundaries are the ones you're imagining

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When the darkness envelops your soul, break it, and let the light trickle slowly through

To heal, and must first surrender

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Whoever said tomorrow would ever come?

Live like you never will again

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Who are you?

Who do you want to be?

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Learn to be alive, not just surviving

Learn to live, not just exist

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To those facing exams right now, this moment is not the end. No matter what happens, your life will go on. Breathe, my loves. Live. You deserve it.

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"Are we alive?"

"No, we are poets. We are not alive. We are living"

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One can not know what is until one knows what can never be

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Boxes

I think it’s strange

The way a life can so gently

Fall into a weathered, water-stained

Box, sealed with ancient tape who

Recalls ancient memories,

Only to be carried off.

Lost.

I think it’s strange,

The way the silver pearl of the night

Must live so reliantly through the light

Of its golden companion

Only ever observed when the star

No longer takes to the stage.

Forgotten.

I think it’s strange,

The way blooming flower fields

Wither and wilt away with the sting

Of the winter, only to shine once again

With the beam of the summer

As it warms the earth with its embrace.

Surviving.

I think it’s strange

The way a life can so reluctantly

Crawl from the confines of the broken box

Ready to fill the new space with memories

Not yet stained with the disturbed paint

Of an aching past.

Haunted.

I think it’s strange,

The way day creeps through the cracks

In exposed brick walls and coloured glass,

Laying gracefully and beautifully across the

Cream carpets, waiting to whisper delicate

Words of hope into hopeless minds.

Found.

I think it’s comforting,

The way the words that once clawed

Through the maze of my mind now

Settle and silence. Retreat.

The past found an escape, no longer

Haunted by the shackles of their face

Desperate needing of fighting and surviving

Is dissipating. Days of being forgotten long

Lost. Handed the chance, the permission, to

Start again

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Harsh mutterings

Angled towards

Needle-pricked eyes and

Diamond coloured skies with

Shards of sapphires falling

Empty thoughts and questions

Yes, I see you

Every inch of you, I

See you

Hold and ponder

Every word that races

Across your mind

Round a race-

Track of ruin

Mouths muttering

In perfect harmony

Not agony

Don't leave

Stay

Please don't leave…

My heart

Your eyes

Lost hands

Overrun minds

Valleys apart

Everything hurts

Please stay…

Stay.

My love burns for you.

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My shadow falls as evidence of sunlight

The Emigree

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One day, you'll look back and be so proud you chose to stay tonight.

I'm proud of you

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Work until you no longer have to introduce yourself