Writing
I keep deliberating.
Not sure if I should get back to writing yet or not.
Hmmm
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@hidden-poems
Writing
I keep deliberating.
Not sure if I should get back to writing yet or not.
Hmmm
Hiatus
I had to take quite a hiatus from this page.
I wasn't exactly feeling myself, and although I had plenty of poems to post, I just couldn't bring myself to do it.
I'm hoping to get back to it though.
Please be patient with me.
Summer Days-
Summer days are on their way. After a long time, Spent in the dark, It will be nice to finally Feel the sun on my skin. Hopefully the summer, Will bring happier days. Days where I won't have to Hide away. Days without darkness. Surely this sadness, Will not follow me Into my summer days.
A Long Night.
A Long Night-
After a long night,
One might find themselves
Sipping whiskey,
Thinking back to the good old days
When things were simple.
When they didn't have to worry
About things like love.
Because,
At the end of it all,
Things like love
Just don't exist anymore.
They cry themselves to sleep at night,
Trying to forget the thoughts
Of what once was,
And what could be.
After a long day,
And a longer night,
They give up on love.
It becomes a fantasy.
Lost Poems
To anyone who reads this blog, I’m afraid I haven’t been able to post any new poems or even edits lately. My phone broke and I also had extra poems written in case I got writer’s block, which I’m going through now. It may be quite a while before any new poems or edits are posted. I’m truly sorry for this, but any support that may be available to help overcome this writer’s block, would be greatly appreciated. Sincerely, The Hidden Poet
Feelings.
Feelings-
The feeling of never being good enough,
The feeling of always doing something wrong,
It can tear you up inside.
I long for the day that feeling will be gone.
Autumn Leaves.
Autumn Leaves
-For Grace-
I see you falling from the trees.
I relate to you when I see you fall,
Because I know what it’s like,
To have to readjust
To life on the ground,
Life on the lowest tier.
Where you know no one,
And no one knows you.
So, my little autumn leaves,
I know what it’s like,
To fall from the trees.
Time.
Time-
We don't have much time. And yet, It is infinite. We say "Forever" And to us, that's a long time. But to this world, it's one more Forever Among the billions. I'd like my Forever to mean a lot. But, my time here, is only short. Because, Like I have always said; "Nothing lasts Forever", Since one day, everything will be Dead.
Salutations.
Salutations-
Salutations, my old friend. I have returned yet again. With me, I bring a gift. A gift for you. This gift will make you tall and strong. But you must know right from wrong. If you do not, I will take this gift, And you will forever part with it. Yours until death, My dearest friend. For I must part with you, Once again.
In The Night.
In The Night-
In the night, darkness comes. It crowds around me, Like a shroud. I welcome it because with it comes, A relief from the pain of losing cherished ones. I wish to speak with Death tonight. Because Death can be found, In the night.
Flowers.