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these are poems i've written that reflect my mood or mental state! that's why i called them reflective poems~
i won't be sorting these into categories! so here they are.
The Lady Who is Omniscient
Have you heard of the Lady?
The Lady Who Is Omniscient.
She lives by a lake and sings to herself every day.
The tune depends on the knowledge.
The knowledge that is at the front of her mind that day.
I’ve tried seeking her out.
For answers.
For questions.
For fun?
I went to her lake.
It was a lovely lake.
It looked well-kept and pleasant.
The plants nearby bloomed merrily and the life there had sweet memories.
But there was something missing.
It was the Lady.
She must’ve gone out for a walk.
Or;
Left.
Either way, she wasn’t there.
So I left too.
Maybe later I would return.
Maybe when I came back, she’d be there too.
My unsettled queries lingered for a while.
They threatened to absorb me.
I tried to distract myself, but they never left.
Like an irritating rash I wished to get rid of.
I went back.
To her lake.
Everything was the same as before.
But she was there.
The Lady was there.
So I approached her and finally asked.
She answered.
But;
My mind was conjuring.
My questions were insatiable.
They weren’t answered.
Even so, I thanked her and left.
The look she gave me,
It’s like she knew.
It’s like she knew she wasn’t real.
It’s like she knew this was all a mirage created by my mind.
To comfort.
To distract me.
To distract me from the truth;
I’m not real either.
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Slice
The clock reads 3:01 am.
And I’m slowly getting out of bed.
I can’t sleep.
My mind is awake.
I walk into the kitchen for a guilty midnight snack.
My hand grabs the knife, and,
For a moment, my fingers tremble.
But only for a moment.
I grab a loaf of bread and slice it with the knife.
Then eat the small chunk I cut.
Still, I’m hungry.
So I slice the bread even more,
And eat.
Until I’ve finished the bread.
Still not enough.
So I grab another loaf of bread──
A bigger one.
And do the same thing.
I can hear the chop! sound that echoes through the room.
Slice! Slice! Slice!
Chop! Chop! Chop!
Until this loaf is all gone.
Not enough.
I grab yet another piece,
And keep slicing through it.
Not.
Enough.
So I grab loaf after loaf,
And keep slicing.
Slice! Chop! Slice! Chop!
The knife breaks.
It split in two.
And I’ve run out of bread.
Still.
Not enough.
So I resort to cutting something else with my broken knife.
To satiate my hunger.
So I go back to bed.
The clock reads 3:04am.
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Ily’uil Meiau.
Toi due klanes spenu?
Toi due kez cerlkreumu?
Cerlku toi requi.
Sua ip weq nau amarwyue.
Bavena so erwo.
V’lo so belfenhude,
Vi nvior ui il vessr.
Due sua.
Mui due d’jru vara?
Mui due amara vara?
Do’uil xio regiku.
Vi klera il vessr.
Vi klura il vessr.
Abre vi guial il.
Do’uil ju vkod.
V’lo so belfenhude,
Vi nvior ui il vessr.
Due sua.
MeIa, toi due qurl vara?
Ouwa due heriu mui.
Meia, toi due esibu vara ui wersio?
Ouwa due heriu mui.
V’lo so belfeNhudE,
Vi nvior ui il veEssr.
Due sua.
Vi d’jru vinyud.
Due d’jru vara ju.
TOi due wiBEf amara vara?
“Ota, vi toi nor amara due.”
V’lo so BElfenhude,
Vi nvior ui il vessr.
Due sua.
Toi duE klanes spenu?
Toi due kez ceRlkreumu?
Meia, toi vi wibef il vessr?
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Death's Call
In the quiet of the night,
While the city sleeps,
I hear whispers──
Death's calls, echoing,
Like distant waves crashing,
Pulling at the edges of my mind.
I walk the halls of my thoughts,
Haunted by shadows,
Each step heavier than the last,
The light flickering
Like a candle in the storm
Of my own making.
I wrap myself in silence,
The kind that feels like a weight,
An old friend who never leaves,
And I wonder
If the world would notice
If I vanished
Into the stillness.
These days are filled with grey,
Like the sky just before a storm,
And I paint my smiles
On a canvas of pretending,
Masking the truth
That booms louder
Than anything I can shout.
So many days have passed
In this quiet battle,
My heart feels like a drum gone still.
Each time I reach for hope,
It slips like water
Through my fingers.
I think of whispers,
Of trees bare in winter,
Of the weight of a goodbye
That’s yet not spoken,
Of a world tied together,
Yet I feel so alone.
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Drowning
There’s nothing stopping me from drowning,
Not the waves that crash with a roar,
Or the sunlight that glints on the surface,
Like glitter on a schoolyard playground.
I stand at the edge,
Feet planted firmly in the sand,
The salty breeze wraps around me,
An old friend, whispering secrets
Of depths I’ve never known.
The ocean calls, its voice a soft hum,
A song of adventure mixed with fear,
As I stare into the blue expanse,
A mirror reflecting my restless spirit,
My longing for something,
Anything, to push me under,
To lose myself in the cool, dark embrace,
Where worries float away like paper boats.
I close my eyes, feel the pull,
Gravity of uncertainty,
The heavy weight of what lies below,
Promises of release, sensations untold.
And yet my heart races,
Caught between thrill and terror;
What if I sink,
What if the sea swallows me whole,
Leaving nothing more than ripples behind?
But there’s nothing stopping me from drowning,
Not the warnings whirling in my head,
Not the shore that crumbles at my feet,
It's a choice, a leap, a statement of intent,
To find freedom in the depths,
To embrace the unseen with open arms,
To let the water cradle my fears,
To know that sometimes,
In the drowning,
We might finally breathe.
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Siren Calls by a Dragon
Deep in the night,
Like a distant melody,
A voice rises,
Coiling around my heart.
A dragon,
Scales glimmering under the moonlight as if made of stars,
Calls to me,
His breath a warm whisper,
Filling the dark with heat and desire.
It courses through my veins,
A wild river of mystery,
Pulling me closer,
Each note a spark, each word a flame,
Tingling my skin,
Drawing me into his world.
Wings spread wide,
He dances on whispers,
Showers of silver filling the air,
Like echoes of laughter,
Dangerously sweet.
I feel the pull,
Like tides surrendering to the moon,
Lost and willing.
I wonder what it means,
To listen to a call so strong,
To want to dive into shadowed depths,
To soar with fire and ice,
To be wrapped in scales,
With every heartbeat syncopating
To the rhythm of the wild.
In dreams, I chase him—
Through forests thick with ancient trees,
Across mountains that kiss the sky,
Each step ignited by longing,
Each glance a spark.
And in that dream,
Our worlds collapse into one,
Spun together with threads of desire,
Danger, and fervent heartbeats.
But when morning light slips through the window,
The song fades.
I wake breathless,
Silence sprawling around me—
A void where his whispers breathed life.
Yet still, that call lingers,
A lingering warmth in my chest,
Reminding me that some sirens
Are wild, untamed souls,
Reminding me that once,
I dared to chase the fire.
And maybe, just maybe,
When the night falls again,
I’ll listen for that voice,
Spread my wings,
And fly into the unknown,
For a dragon's call
Is the kind of magic
That ignites the spirit,
Courses through the veins,
And beckons us to leap.
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Delirium
Like a leaf caught in a swirling wind,
Floating low,
Tumbling farther down,
Losing the ground beneath my feet.
Thoughts slip like water through my fingers,
Dripping echoes, soft voices,
Whispers wrapped in colours I can't see,
Screaming at the edge of silence.
What is real? I question,
As shadows dance on the wall,
A flicker ── I’m alive, or am I?
The world spins in dizzy circles,
Time fractures into shattered glass,
Moments break open like eggs,
Their yolks spilling into thought,
Bright yet messy,
A wild, golden chaotic sun.
Faces morph,
Friends become strangers,
Strangers, sometimes friends──
What portrait does this madness paint,
With brushes dipped in confusion and laughter?
In my mind, the clock ticks backward;
The echo of a heartbeat beats on repeat,
Trapped in a loop of laughter,
And fears rise like frothy waves,
crashing over me,
Each one a story,
Each one a scream muffled by joy.
Raindrops drip like staccato notes,
My heartbeat a song in the dark──
I’m lost in this melody,
No map, no guide,
Just me and my dizzy dance,
Weaving through the tangled threads
Of feeling too much and nothing at all.
I reach for clarity,
Yet it slips further away,
A mirage in the hands of a dream,
Just when I think I found it ── the ground,
It shifts, it fades into fog,
And I smile, for in this strange voyage,
I untangle the web of feeling,
The beauty of finding my way
Through the wild storm of my mind,
Sailing,
Shrinking,
Plummeting down,
To the heart of this delirium.
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I Wish For Death
I want to scream,
but the sound gets caught,
choking on feelings,
stuck in my throat,
like a bird that forgot how to fly.
Dragging my heart
through heavy days,
each step a weight,
pressing down,
like walking through mud,
in shoes that don’t fit—
too tight, too worn.
I see the world spinning,
laughter echoing like distant bells,
while I stand still,
a shadow fading,
lost in thought,
as colors bleed together
and the light gets dimmer,
like a candle guttering out
in the chill of the night.
Silence wraps around me,
suffocating and thick,
like fog rolling in,
blurring all that once felt clear.
I wish for peace,
a gentle end,
to the storm that rages,
to the noise that drowns out everything else.
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