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I once travelled to a land distant and old,

Its people decaying like rot in the mould.

Beneath my feet lay shattered cobbles grey,

Dreary skies and solemn frowns, I passed then turned away.

I once travelled back through that distant land,

Its streets were paved with glittering veins of gold and sand.

Its people smiled from ear to ear once more,

Yet their eyes were clouded, the trees lifeless as before.

Puppeted and posed, somehow emptier at the core.

And for a third and final time, I came to that distant land,

And chose to stay amongst its ever-blessed damned.

Its people’s eyes ran red with gore,

Their minds ascended, human no more.

The golden streets ran wet beneath my feet,

Now red with the blood of all who came to seek.

And I, once just a traveller passing through,

Could never leave that distant land anew.

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Do you want the truth or a nice story?

I always run first

never the one who looks back,

never searching, still

you somehow all discovered

the quiet I tried to hide.

You offered me warmth,

but then the rain came softly

I turned toward its song.

My hand is soaked in the storm,

yours stayed cold, untouched by it.

I’m sorry for this

for loving the rain more than

the ones who reached out.

I was broken long ago,

and the downpour feels like home.

I am not alive

not in their way

not in the silver flash of rings

not in the shriek of children chasing air

not in the warm hum of summer

I sit between eight walls

my ghosts sit with me

their fingers drip like candle wax

I hold them as if they were my own

once I had love

snow on my lips

fields under my hands

cliffs folding into sky

I was young

I was enough

until I decided I was not

I changed

I bled for change

I broke for change

though no one asked it of me

I was the ruin

she was the silence

and she is now forever elsewhere

the net is full of their faces

the ones I touched

the ones I swore to

all living

all forgetting

while I carry every moment like rust in my veins

I am alive

so they say

but my only love sleeps on four legs

and when he is gone

what will be left

but rain

and the smell of earth breaking

and me

still not alive

Sometimes, we fight too hard. Too fierce. And we fall — from the branches of life, from grace, from purpose.

And when we fall, we fall far. Further than we ever thought possible.

Where we land… is in the dregs. The places the world forgets. Where the soil is dry, and the mud clings like regret.

These are the pits — the slow-sinking trenches where every step forward drags another weight behind it. Where even hope feels like a cruel echo.

There is no escape from this place. Not for most. Because failure is the only outcome written in the dirt.

Unless you are one of the lucky few.

The ones who claw their way from the pit. Not always with strength. Sometimes with something stranger: grace. Or something rarer still — a kind of cinematic defiance. A blaze of glory.

And those few? They rise. Higher than where they started. Higher than they ever dreamed.

That’s the irony. The trick. The tragic, brilliant foible of life.

My entire life I’ve broken hearts,

Forgotten faces,

Left the hands of those I was holding.

Looking back I see my problems,

See my actions,

Dropped my memories of those I was seeing.

Perfection is the ‘one’ in a forever shifting world

I live my life in a lightless place, blind to the world and at peace with my sacrifice. I made my choices, I lost the love I needed. My thoughts are now a soulless space, bound by dark and lost to time. I made my regrets, I saw the light go out in those I wanted.

Don’t forget who you are. When the world, forgets you.

You don’t regret the things you chose to do

You don’t regret the things you chose never to do

You regret the things you missed out on, the failed chances, the what ifs… when you were distracted from the path by something nefarious

No life is worth livin’ if the world doesn’t speak the truths you want to hear

I remember it all

I’ve said it’s a blur all my life

But I remember every second

Perfect clarity

I just lied so I didn’t have to deal with what it meant

But I remember every second

Of what you did to me

Every day

I see it

Can’t escape

What we did

I’m sick and tired of your pre-judgement and stupid opinions.

You don’t like that actor because? “She’s only been in bad movies”

You don’t like that movie I just mentioned, why? “I’ve heard it’s bad”

You are hate most things unless you grew up with them, you’re allergic to change and take no chances.

I’m sorry whatever the world did to you.

But you’re not for me.

Him: “everything in my house is coated in a layer of dust”

Her: “why? Don’t you clean?”

Him: “it’s not that, I just like to keep my house as others will find it when I die”

I don’t think I’ll come back.

Not in the way you, or anyone else really wants.

I’ll just comeback as a memory, something you can cherish.

Because reality, is never as good.

When I vanish, and I mean, when I go;

If you see me again, just know the eyes looking back

Aren’t the same as the ones that left.

I don’t think I’ll come back.

Not for one second.

I think I’ll get lost,

In the idea,

Of tomorrow.

I’m sorry for tomorrow

I’m sorry for yesterday

I can’t say much about today

But I guess I’m sorry too

I hear stories of stolen hearts and thievery of the mind.

Then I am lucky, to remain insular, escaping all that.

These walls keep me safe from the enclosing humanity.

I may be alone, but I am safe.

Sometimes the silence is deafening

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