Siphonthenight

The sky will be filled with stars that I shape to form poems. I write poetry and prose. A writing blog, but also my personal one. All work is mine unless stated otherwise or reblogged from another writer.

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Unwaking

Some days I never wake up. I just walk around acting like I’m not in bed the place I’m told by my own eyes that I’m supposed to be.

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How I Lost Them

Every little marble Fell Fell Fell Fell

And s c a t t e r e d  a l l  o v e r.

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Night Dwellers

Travelers of a different pace through time like us, yet in their own way. We may walk by night and day, Yet they're stuck in their own haze. Let them sleep have their fun. Just tell them that they're not forgotten. If you see this at some weird hour, oh seeker of waking power, It's okay. Live your life. Free of worries and any strife. We're all going to the same place. Life is about more Then any race. Live it the best with your clan. I believe in you. I know you can.

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I did it! I did it?

Even if it's certain I don't have the trust to fully believe the prize in my hand is really there. I can feel it with my own palm, yet how could gold fall into my fingers? Am I worthy of it? Did I really do the task?

I locked the door right? I mean here I am miles away after winning a title I don't even feel that I've earned, but is that door locked? I checked it right? ....Am I remembering me checking it on a different day?

Oh, thank you. You're too kind. Sorry, I was just absorbed in thought about my door. I locked it right? Yeah, I did. Right?

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Vent

Let’s talk this out

with wide open words

so that we know

nothing malicious

can slip between

the cracks of our teeth

without the intention

of our own hearts.

Give me everything

bottled up

in my own flavor

while serve you

my own brew.

Let’s give it

to the open air

so we’ll no longer

cough from

holding our tongues.

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"It's not hopeless,"

we tell ourselves

as we make our way

in a world where hope

has become forgotten

candles that some

must snuff out

or else their world

will burn

It's not hopeless

we can still

bring the flame back

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Word Meadows

I've lost myself among the meadows of letters and words I'm deep in the throes of a unrecognizable place that's all too familiar Learning to speak the language of my heart once again.

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I lost the way to find the words hidden on the page unwritten, undreamed by any mortal like me

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What’s Next

What the wind blows my way I don’t always have a say, but if I had to take a guess if asked to post more, I’d say yes. I reckon I might give it another go What’s next is for the fates to know.

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Back to Tumblr

I’m not sure that this place, this place I called my home so many years ago, ever looked so fine to me then it does now in the mirror that I use to look back. Perhaps my mirror Is just a bit too polished, nostalgia brightening the image I see now when I’m remembering those special times. Maybe I’m the one that’s changed so much that I can’t help but look back to what was so fondly. Regardless, it’s good to see this wonderful view once again. Let’s see where things go.

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The burning iron dings, as it hits my hollow walls, as it falls down me.

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Envy

It eats everything, eats everything, until your empty. Can’t throw it away, throw it away, this jealous envy. Trying to sleep, trying to sleep? I don’t think so. Can’t even breathe,  I can’t breathe, I can’t let go. It’s burning inside, hollowing me out. I’m not sure of myself, as it goes down.

Cause who I be, after it feasts on me? Will there be anything left?

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I’m lost in thoughts

Tormented by echos

Words that will never

See the light of day

Still with what haunts me

I have little choice

Except to continue on

Never listening except

To those that don’t

Weigh on me so much

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Routine

One, two, three, four. Everyday, sometimes more, Keep on doing, everything. Like performing in a scene. Repeating the same routine, Like some programmed machine. Eat, work, sleep, dream. Coffee, sugar, then cream. One, four, three, two. Sometimes something new. A new play, a new show. Giving me hope.

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It's the final performance of my last play before I graduate college in less than two weeks.

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Sometimes it feels like I’ve only got a pocket’s worth of air Inside of my chest and lungs When I need to summon a gust of breath That will shake the ground with my shouts Of rage and pain, of desparation But all that comes out is a whisper

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Sometimes I’m a bit too nice, such as, when you shoved, the cold dagger into my heart, I held it there for you, and even helped you take aim.