Atarashii
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These are bad, yes I know.
I can't rhyme.
Idk how poems work.
I had fun making these though haha.
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My world went black
My mind went hazy
The sound of a crack
Echoed loudly with a gaze
It felt like doom itself
Had come to bid me hello
Wished I was dead
The room went silent
Sobs feeling like needles
Poking at my skin ever so violent
I bent down
covered my face
Waiting to drown
As my heart began to race
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Insomnia/Sonnet
Sleep is for the ones of strong mind they stated.
But I am strong, even if sleep is not on my mind.
They whispered mindless remarks in my ears as they awaited.
They watched as I stumbled around as If I was blind, my foolish pride getting destroyed from behind.
Our words are truer than your pride, yet you won’t relent your actions.
I dance with death, my life hanging on its last thread. Being persistent in hopes to avoid my fate.
Give up. Their voices crowd my mind, filling it with distractions as I looked at my options with dissatisfaction.
I shout into the emptiness that is my world in agony as I await judgement, standing before the golden gate.
They watch me with hawk eyes. They say how cruel it is for the action that I avoided with grace to become my demise.
I plead to the gods to give me hope, the guilt burning aflame in the deepest part of my soul.
They ignore my pleas, turning a blind eye to my hopelessness. I had nothing left to bring to my cause. Therefore, I improvised.
There is nothing left for you to say, you failed to see the ocean for the waves. We are not here to extol.
I say nothing more. My own foolish desires have come to finish me off as I succumbed to my failure one last time.
Stubbornness and pride seem to have caught up to me now that I am no more than just an endless plane with no rhyme.
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Leakage/Sonnet
My veins are filled with lead, pumping through my metal body.
My heart is wet, rusting at the corners. Do I have feelings anymore? Or are they lost to time?
The gears are turning ever so loudly, creaking as my vision goes foggy.
Am I to live for feelings that I never felt before? Or am I no more than a mime?
I watch the world tick tock like a clock. Yet it seems so wound up it might be a bomb.
Life goes through its stages, people come alive then die. But I am always the same.
Nothing changes, frozen in time as the world moves without me. I don’t feel anything but calm.
With nothing more but my own head, I sit and ponder. But all my ideas put me to shame.
What is this leaking affecting my eyes? Does the oil that is dripping mean this is a cry?
Am I more than just an object? I ask for an answer but the reply is just another mendacity.
I look for answers. Am I more than just a thing or am I only here to comply?
Is what I have just found true? I ask for confirmation but their words hold no accuracy.
The text read true. I am a human no more. Just another piece of fiction.
I lost who I was for something I am not. A hollow shell is what they turned me into without restriction.
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And that's it. Not many but they exist. Hope you enjoyed reading, if you don't. I understand why. (Not really)
I can't rhyme.
Idk how poems work.
I had fun making these though haha.
<><><><><><><><><><>
My world went black
My mind went hazy
The sound of a crack
Echoed loudly with a gaze
It felt like doom itself
Had come to bid me hello
Wished I was dead
The room went silent
Sobs feeling like needles
Poking at my skin ever so violent
I bent down
covered my face
Waiting to drown
As my heart began to race
<><><><><><><><><><>
Insomnia/Sonnet
Sleep is for the ones of strong mind they stated.
But I am strong, even if sleep is not on my mind.
They whispered mindless remarks in my ears as they awaited.
They watched as I stumbled around as If I was blind, my foolish pride getting destroyed from behind.
Our words are truer than your pride, yet you won’t relent your actions.
I dance with death, my life hanging on its last thread. Being persistent in hopes to avoid my fate.
Give up. Their voices crowd my mind, filling it with distractions as I looked at my options with dissatisfaction.
I shout into the emptiness that is my world in agony as I await judgement, standing before the golden gate.
They watch me with hawk eyes. They say how cruel it is for the action that I avoided with grace to become my demise.
I plead to the gods to give me hope, the guilt burning aflame in the deepest part of my soul.
They ignore my pleas, turning a blind eye to my hopelessness. I had nothing left to bring to my cause. Therefore, I improvised.
There is nothing left for you to say, you failed to see the ocean for the waves. We are not here to extol.
I say nothing more. My own foolish desires have come to finish me off as I succumbed to my failure one last time.
Stubbornness and pride seem to have caught up to me now that I am no more than just an endless plane with no rhyme.
<><><><><><><><><><>
Leakage/Sonnet
My veins are filled with lead, pumping through my metal body.
My heart is wet, rusting at the corners. Do I have feelings anymore? Or are they lost to time?
The gears are turning ever so loudly, creaking as my vision goes foggy.
Am I to live for feelings that I never felt before? Or am I no more than a mime?
I watch the world tick tock like a clock. Yet it seems so wound up it might be a bomb.
Life goes through its stages, people come alive then die. But I am always the same.
Nothing changes, frozen in time as the world moves without me. I don’t feel anything but calm.
With nothing more but my own head, I sit and ponder. But all my ideas put me to shame.
What is this leaking affecting my eyes? Does the oil that is dripping mean this is a cry?
Am I more than just an object? I ask for an answer but the reply is just another mendacity.
I look for answers. Am I more than just a thing or am I only here to comply?
Is what I have just found true? I ask for confirmation but their words hold no accuracy.
The text read true. I am a human no more. Just another piece of fiction.
I lost who I was for something I am not. A hollow shell is what they turned me into without restriction.
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And that's it. Not many but they exist. Hope you enjoyed reading, if you don't. I understand why. (Not really)