Gold Band

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I want to be selfish every once in a while but I look at my hand, that gold metal band around my finger reminded me that this isn’t just about me anymore. I gave up a piece of me when I said ‘I do’, and that piece of me I gave it to you, the other part of me wanted to be freed and just wanted to go back to the way it was before. But I took a vow to be with you in anyhow, to always be together even in times of doubt and remind each other why we’re here now. We won’t forget because I chose you and we’re here from every sunrise until every sunset.


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Lost Writings | 10 – Pile Of Mess

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PILE OF MESS

I am starting to lose myself in this big mess

that I created out of all the fragments of

memories and experiences that I stored.

The clutter I made will not clean up itself

unless I pick it all up with my bare hands

but I just stand here as I watch it all piling up.


I wrote a bunch of poetry back in 2017, it was all over the place. So, I finally retrieved it from my old broken laptop and some were from my old journal pages that I may have forgotten about.


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MAZE

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It’s a maze up there
and I often get lost,
too anxious to care.
So, I built up walls
to block the paths
that lead to doors,
it hides my past
and many more.

I wish there was a map
to help me get out
of my own mind
But I realized I built
these paths to get lost
and for no one to find… me.
I chose to be a settler
and now I regret the
maze that I made—
I now live in to suffer.


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Old Sweater

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You’re an old sweater
I wear in any weather–
the one I keep in the
far side of my dresser.

The one I always grab
and let my self wrap
with your sultry scent—
feeling myself being trap.

You keep me safe and warm
in the middle of this storm,
I hugged around the wool,
and I feel no any harm.

You may be an old sweater
but I feel so much safer,
You may be torn and worn out,
but I wouldn’t trade for any other


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Poetry – Hell Of A Day

Running through the morning sun
we fall in line, ready to run
as the gates open they come undone
it’s every man for himself
even when you cry for help,
until you’re the only one left.
No one to save you from the chaos
that you started in your mind— you lost.
By your own doing, the game was tossed
and what did it cost?
The people you loved the most.


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