The Accidental Poet


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“Poetry, insomnia, and introversion “

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~After Life 🎥 📺






Chased thousands of sorrowed rainbows,
Fought hundreds of raging storms,
Consoled ten wounded trees,
now there’s one,
Certainly one, cloud weeping with the bruised moon.


I am a Freak

I'm a freak, a misfit in a world of norms, standing out when all I want is to blend in.

I wear my strangeness like a second skin, uncomfortable yet familiar, a reminder that I am different.

I see the world through a lens of oddity, finding beauty in the bizarre, and truth in the unexpected.

#poetry #draft #freak #odd


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I Wanna Be


I wanna be the paper on which she writes. Not just any paper,
I wanna be the paper on which she writes her dreams, her fears, her hopes. Every word, every curve of a letter, a part of me. I wanna feel the rigidity of the pen against my skin, the way her thoughts become mine.

I wanna be the flower she plucks. Not just any flower, but I wanna be the flower. The one she notices in a sea of green, the one she reaches for with a smile on her face.
I want her to see me, touch me, as if I’m her part.

I wanna be the pillow she hugs. Not just any pillow, but the one that cradles her head and soothes her worries away. I want to be her comfort, her peace.

I wanna be the star she points at night. Not just any star,the one she looks up to when the world gets too heavy, when the night sky wraps around her like a comforting blanket. I want her to look up at as if I’m her serenade.

I wanna be the journal that holds her secrets. Not just any journal, but the one she trusts with her vulnerabilities,her blues,her triumphs,her defeats,her deepest thoughts. I want to be her confidant, her keeper of secrets.

I wanna be the missing piece of her puzzle, the color in her monochrome world.I wanna be everything she loves. Every touch, every sight, every feeling.

Is that too much to ask?

#dream #love
#poetry #draft


Forward from: toosolewrites✍️
I would let myself
Burn a lifetime
If you were my sun.

#ts #clmr #btf


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The Ink Has Dried

I no longer hold the nib of my pen,
that once bled verses for you,
each line a pulse
of what we were,
but now the ink has dried,
its flow halted,
like the feelings
you once had.

The pages remain blank,
untouched by the words
that used to pour so freely,
now just echoes
in the silence,
faded like a memory
you chose to forget.

#memories #ink
#poetry #draft


Abandoned Heart

I abandoned my heart,
the heart that broke
without bleeding,
cracked and silent,
like glass shattering
in a dream.

#poetry #draft
#lifeless




I Was Never a Poet

I was never a poet,
just a dreamer
wandering through the landscape
of language,
lost among the echoes
of unwritten verses.

My thoughts were never crafted
into perfect stanzas,
nor my feelings
shaped into eloquent lines.
I never mastered the art
of rhythm or rhyme,
nor found comfort
in the meter of a verse.

Words eluded me,
slipping through my grasp
like grains of sand,
each attempt
a half-formed thought,
a whisper without form.

#poetry #draft

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