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[wisemoonpoetry]

THE SHADOW

There is a voice that speaks when no one listens A figure that walks just behind my steps Not seen, but felt Not loud, but deafening

Who is he? Or is it me? The part I buried under good intentions The face I masked with light

I smile, I nod, I play my role Yet in the mirror, something lingers Something that knows my truths Something that waits

Do we ever escape what we are? Or do we just learn to silence it? Run far enough, and the shadow follows Turn fast enough, and it’s already there

I tried to drown it in noise Laughter, voices, distractions— But in the silence, it whispered louder I tried to lock it away But the mind is a house with too many doors

Maybe the darkness isn’t the enemy Maybe it’s the truest form of light The thing I fear is the thing I need The part I reject is the part that completes me

So I ask, but the answers shift Like shadows stretching in the dusk Maybe I don’t want to know Maybe I already do

Maybe escape was never the way out

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TOMORROW

A question is asked Who is in charge Who makes the plans Is tomorrow a fiction Is today just different versions

Is your future fixed Why is it that no matter how we work Results come as they wish Tomorrow is guaranteed for some but not all Few hold power, many watch with empty hands Those who know pretend not to Those who don’t pretend they do

It is a mystery in itself Can you really change anything Or is the path already carved deep into your skin I believe everyone wears their fate on their forehead So stop chasing illusions And find yours

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The Fading Path

The road was clear, or so I thought, Yet fate unwove the threads I wrought. A brother lost, a trust betrayed, A dream once bright now set in shade.

Shall time restore what once was known, Or must I carve my path alone? No turning back, the die is cast— I take my fate and hold it fast.

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ooh ooh my soul

O, my soul… I stand here, looking at myself from the other side. Do I truly know what I know? Or am I a wanderer lost in the illusion of knowing? Am I moving forward Or merely circling the echoes of my own thoughts?

The fog thickens, Heavy as a sky burdened with rain, Suffocating the path ahead. So many voices whisper within me, Each one a ghost of something I was Or something I fear to become.

I crave freedom, but tell me, at what price? Is it my time? My happiness? My very soul? God, let it not come to that.

I long for the next threshold, but am I ready? Yes, ready, yet are we ever? Or is readiness a mirage A cruel invention to keep us caged in hesitation?

I do not know. I have come far, but have I moved at all?

Am I distracted Or merely transfixed by another illusion? I have learned this much Everything costs something. Every step taken comes with its own ghosts Every elevation with its demons and angels.

Are we all just prisoners of the same cycle Whether we know it or not? Is there an end, or only an endless return?

I have touched the edges of a cruel mystery. That when you stop caring The world offers you everything. The rule of reverse attraction To receive, one must first pretend not to want. To hold, one must first learn to let go. 

To receive one must learn to give.

And time… Time is a currency none of us truly own. We trade hours for money Money for freedom But in the end, we barter with chaos itself.

There is no end to lust, greed Or that insatiable thing worse than both, desire. A shadow, a fire, a beast curled within Sleeping or awake, but never dead.

It is always there Always waiting Always watching.

And so we run. Always on our heels, always on our toes Chasing something, fleeing something Never knowing which.

I do not ask for much. Only to feel. Only to touch. To taste all that life offers To hold nothing back.

For knowledge is a key But does it open the door Or does it forge the chains that bind me?

Still, you will reach there. You will find the answer, or at least the next question. It is only a matter of time.

You will gather your strength. For power, you must first act as though you have it. Follow me now For authority, you must seize it Or forever remain unseen.

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You Must Do Better

Hey… how are you? What’s going on inside that mind of yours? This place, we’ve been here before. Every small decision, like a drop in an ocean, Ripples into a storm. I need you to be careful, to choose wisely. We can’t afford to drown in the past.

I like you sometimes, But sometimes, I loathe you. All the money in the world, yet you stand at the gates, Hands trembling, pockets empty, Reaching but never touching. What are you not doing? Or is it me? Am I alone in this darkness? I wish I could do better. I must.

Sometimes, success feels like my birthright, Like it was whispered into my bones. But then, reality laughs in my face. Nothing is guaranteed. Not unless I reach for it, Not unless I fight for it.

So why do you let the darkness in Every time it comes knocking? You don’t even resist. You welcome it, Lay out a seat at your table, Let it feast on your soul.

Can you invite discipline instead? Let him sit beside you, Let his presence shape you. Follow his footsteps, Walk where he walks.

Or will you keep living the same day Over and over, Like a mirage flickering on the roadside? Moving but never arriving?

I want to rise, to reach beyond the sky, But I still cling to my chains, Still find comfort in my prison. Someone save me. Or should I just keep drifting?

I defeated you once, But you came back different, stronger. Will I put you down forever? I will. But will it take a second, a day, Or a lifetime? Because now, I see him every day, That ghost, that enemy, Staring back at me in the mirror.

I want to win, but winning isn’t for the weak. I crave it. I hunger for it. I want it.

Hold on. Suffer a little. Let the fire shape you. When you suffer, you prosper. When you endure, you rise.

You are not alone.

The one at the top and the one at the bottom Both started from the same place. Only choices made them different

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Solitary echo

It’s me again, caught in the shadows where

my heart seems most at home. I speak not in

confusion but in the quiet ache of seeking

peace—peace I fear only you can bring. Do

you love me? Or is this longing mine alone to

bear? I tell myself it doesn’t matter, but the

truth presses heavily: it does.

Why do I hold back from you? Perhaps it’s

the weight of your silence or the ignorance

that courses through my veins. A voice

whispers, not yet, and I falter, caught

between desire and restraint.Today, I thought of you. I deleted your

number, thinking it would free me, but an

hour later, I called—unable to escape this pull.

I saved your number again, knowing full well

the cycle would repeat. You hurt me in ways

I cannot explain, yet still, you are my queen.

There is a kindness in your eyes, though I fear

it’s one I will never truly hold.

I wanted to walk with you today. I imagined

us side by side, but instead, you told me you

were cooking, your excuses cutting deeper

than rejection. Why didn’t you say we could

go after? Why must I always be the one to

call, to try, to hope? I see your disinterest,yet still, I want you to make it easy for me

to confess the love I carry.

And yet, even in my pain, I wonder: could

you be hiding your own feelings beneath this

distance? Could there be a part of you that

wants me too, yet remains buried under fear

or doubt?

You live in my mind as surely as I live in this

lonely space without you. Others see me,

others want me, but their gaze means

nothing. It is yours I crave, even as you

retreat further into the shadows. Do you

watch me? Do you lie awake as I do, your

thoughts tangled in unspoken truths?Perhaps it’s my folly to love you. Perhaps

you’re not even real—just an echo of what I

deserve but will never have. Maybe I’ve spent

too long staring at the sky, hoping to catch a

glimpse of stars that will never shine for me.

If I could let go, I would. But for now, I

remain here, longing for the day you step

into the light, even as I fade into the dark.

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Hello you

Yes, it’s me in the darkness, yet as clear as

day. I come to you again—not in confusion,

but in seeking peace for my soul.

Do you love me? Will you, or don’t you? I

care not—or do I? Yes… no…

Why am I so reluctant to have you by my

side? Maybe it’s the ignorance I feel in my

veins, a voice here and there whispering, "Not

yet. This and that." We only meet on mutual,

casual grounds, but can we have our space,

please?

Today, haha, I thought of you—a little. I

deleted your number and called you an hour

later. I saved it thereafter. I want you to stopthis. Stop this hurt and ravenous behavior.

Just respond. Make it easy for me to confess

my love for you. Every time I try to confess, I

find myself surrounded by an air of

disinterest.

I wanted to take a walk with you this

evening. You said you were cooking and

preparing supper. Why not say that you

would go afterward? Instead, you waited for

me to call you. You hurtful witch—but still,

you are my queen. The kindness in your eyes...

I fear I might be too naive for you. I just

want you the way I want you. But could it be

that you’re hiding your feelings under the

covers?Hey, you. Yes, you. I’m talking to you.

How do you want me to live so lonely

without you? I want you so badly that I live

with you every day—even though you’re not

near. You’re far apart.

Just like the piano, I play you—a sound in

tension and in harmony—but you won’t give

up; you enjoy the drama.

Others want me too, you know. Others like

me. Others stalk me. I’m not yours forever,

hidden in the dark, revealed only in your

eyes through jealousy when others show me

interest. That’s when I see you—the one who

stays hidden in the dark during the day and

appears in the light at night.What is this? Please tell me. Tell me, what

have I done to deserve this? Is it a sin to love

someone or even just want to hang out with

them? Must you lie to me to hurt me? They

say the truth hurts, but at least with the

truth, I know where I stand.

I just want you, but I’m not even sure if you

notice that I’m fading away. I call—you don’t

call. I text—you don’t text me first. Am I

even a priority to you? I know energies speak.

Don’t lie to me with yours. They have a face,

too, and they see.

Why is your energy covered in mud? Why not

come wash it off and enjoy the showers with

me? I need to escape your dungeon ofjealousy and secrecy. If you want me, come

find me in the light of day—not peep

through my window at night to check if I

have someone else.

I despise you. Yet, I hold you dearly. But in

time, I will leave you. Sadly, I may never see

you again. Maybe you’re not even real—you

exist only in my mind.

Maybe you’re just a shadow of what I deserve

and will have.

Maybe I’m just looking at the sky, not at the

stars.