Sometimes I’m just staring thoughtlessly into the skylines as if I’m searching for you. The days are so different here, anymore. I’m not sure I’ll ever fit into them- ever. Even the silent times are eerier. And most of my time is spent feeling more like an unwanted visitor.
Sometimes I catch myself pretending to belong, but I’ve never felt that way at all. Some say it will just take time for this place to grow on me, but I sense they’re just gaslighting me to help them feel they have answers they really don’t. It all sounds too much like nonsense anyways.
Sometimes, I explain this is where I live now but I’ll never call it my home. Perhaps my aberrant ways just refuse to accept the burden of changes I never wanted? I really don’t know myself. Or maybe my love refuses to let you go so easily, which makes more sense to me.
How can I remove you from my random thoughts in your absence when you’ve always been the soul… of my heart?
I'm the aberrational poet your English teacher warned you not to read or follow into the literary abyss. If you steal my poetry...I will find you in between fogyish metaphoric lines. I'll be armed with my quill and papyrus where at will I can wield my power as a writer to erase you from my realm. I will smudge you with inky darkness and do unprintable things like a ghost in imaginary darkness.
In full disclosure, I am absurdly mad and take no responsibility for my actions if crossed poetically. But, otherwise, I’m a simple free spirited poetic writer wordsmithing outside the grammatical lines and rules. An easy going romantic rebel at heart.
I write meaningful (to me) poetry from my heart and share it here. I tend to approach everyone as a friend until they demonstrate something different. I enjoy having creative exchanges with others, like-minded artists, or writers.
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Thank you kindly my friend. Self awareness reminds us to makes change least we become stale with the ages. Which is why some roses will chose to bloom in a winter’s season.
Whispers of a poet's heart 
Beautifully penned
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Thank you kindly for your comment.
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You’re welcome 🙂
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Really captures the heart Poet!
Holidays are particularly hard when loved ones are gone❣️
“Sometimes, I explain this is where I live now but I’ll never call it my home’
and this: “How can I remove you from my random thoughts in your absence when you’ve always been the soul… of my heart?”
Heart gripping poetry!
❤️
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Thank you very kindly my friend.
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You’re so welcome!!! 💔🎄🤗
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Different from your usual poems but a touching piece. You can really feel the emotions.
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Thank you kindly my friend. Self awareness reminds us to makes change least we become stale with the ages. Which is why some roses will chose to bloom in a winter’s season.
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Yes, it’s change that helps us grow and improve.
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Beautifully written and expressed, but so sad.
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Thank you for your reading and commenting both.
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