Musing's of a Strange Poet
Thread Topic: Musing's of a Strange Poet
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Written: September 19th, 2024
This was written about my relationship at the time.
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In the end,
I will move mountains for you.
I will hold your grief like my own,
So we can get through this together.
I will worship the path we pave together,
And relish in our growth.
In the end,
We will carve our paths
And we will learn from our mistakes.
We will make something of ourselves,
In one way or another. -
I wrote this because I saw a TikTok!
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And suddenly we are the ones driving behind the school bus,
Waiting for the day to come to an end.
I partially wonder,
If those kids sit in the back like we did,
And make jokes about the cars that got to close,
Or if they wonder about what's going on in our lives like we did.
Suddenly, we are the ones driving behind the school bus,
Wondering if those kids realize that one day
They will be in the same spot that I am sitting in eventually. -
Things That I Miss
Written: April 17th, 2025
I moved in with my mom the 12th, and I just started feeling lonesome. I don't have any friends up here, and making friends as an adult is hard.
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I miss getting coffee,
With the girl I used to work with
Who became my friend.
Our pasts dotted together with connectivity,
And we melded together like two people who had known each other for life-times.
I miss every co-worker that I met,
Realizing that without corresponding life events,
I would have never gotten to meet them.
To learn their stories of life,
And what led them to be there the exact moment I was.
I miss the connection I had to the town I lived in.
Being somewhere new thrusts you into a new kind of void.
One where you have to start over,
And people relearn who you are again.
Albeit it is something I am used to,
There is nothing like wanting to take a midnight drive,
Realizing everyone you know is hours away in multiple directions.
I miss comfort.
My couch where I would sit and play video games.
My dogs,
Running up to me with pure excitement;
Sniffing my clothes to see where I had been.
The way that I knew my home like the back of my hand,
And anytime I stepped in the door it was like a sigh of relief. -
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Written: April 24th, 2025
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Sometimes,
I feel like the world has crumbled at my feet.
I keep trying to piece my life together,
While getting struck by glass shards.
Sometimes,
I can sit in a room full of people
And feel invisible.
My voice a mirage
That others seem to take advantage of.
Sometimes,
I still feel like the fourteen year old kid
That stood in front of a mirror,
Trying to find reasons to stay alive.
I have officially surpassed my own expectations,
But I continously wonder;
"Why am I not enough for those around me?"
Sometimes,
I wonder where my place in this world is.
Tired of endless soliliquies tearing into the fabric of my mind.
Tired of reaching toward empty vessels,
And fabricated disappointed wrapped like cotton candy lies.
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