Quotes and poetry by the_wilted_dreamer

I was up late past my bedtime once
The colors of the sky kept me still
I sit on my pillow looking out to the sky
The rages of war on my mind tranquill

The sky lit yellow, to orange and pink
Against those colors flew purple clouds
The kid on the bed saw so much life
As much as the chaos in that mind allowed

She then saw a cloud in front of her eyes
So proper and perfect it was
The girl stared in disbelief of her sight
She can't be the only to see, someone else must

At that she leaped off her bed
But must have been staring too long
Because as she brought her mother to the cloud
Everything she saw had gone

Appreciation

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Heart

What words make a poet?
What colors make an artist?
What rhymes make a singer?
What skill makes a musician?

So long as your words are filled with the aching and passions of your heart, you are a poet, my friend.
So long as the colors you use are rendered in the way your heart sees fit, you are an artist, my friend.
So long as your voice echoes the melodies of your heart and soul, then you, my friend, are a singer.
And so long as your emotions come through the voice of your instrument, it will be beautiful, and it will be a representation of you and your life. And that makes you a musician, my friend.

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I am out of my element,
I am being dragged by my feet,
There is a noose around my throat,
And I'm fighting just to breathe.

My eyes are open, tired and black,
There are dried tears on my cheek,
I once could get away from it all,
But it seems I have turned weak.

Trust me, I would call for help,
If my vocal cords weren't bruised,
I'd let you know with all I am,
If I had nothing to lose.

I am out of my element,
I am falling from the sky,
I wait for the moment the rope pulls back,
And the life to drain from my eyes.

But it appears this is an endless fall,
I am too tired to look that way,
If I could rest, that would suffice,
Perhaps in sleep, I can decay.

I am closing my eyes,
I wonder for the last time,
Will I breathe again tomorrow?
Or will this pressure break my life?

"Out of It"

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This mood disorder makes me turn on myself. I want to feel something, I am aware that it will be pain if I ever go that far. I am getting close, what will make me snap?

Depression at its Best

It is no extreme
It is just all grey
No vallies nor peaks
Tis but a plane
Along this nothingness
We create our own pain
I want to feel something
Other than mundane

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I need a place to stay when I don't feel like experiencing the world as a reality. I want to drift away sometimes and have a child imagination. Carefree, happy, pure.
But I am who I am. I am where I am, and I desire a solid ground after so much hardship. But it seems things have to go on. When I feel weak, I hope to have a comfort of my own to go through life with me.

Haiku

May life grow after me
And bloom within every hole
I left with my past

May it fill my heart
And be a home for the times
I feel like wilting

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I wish there existed a way for me to receive reassurance, that my future will turn out fine. But every day I go into the life that I own, all I see is what I do wrong. It is hard to keep living when some of the only strings keeping me on my feet is a possibility.

Save My Future

Sometimes I feel
As if I need to see my future
To see how my life turns out
Because a lot of the time
I feel I won't live to be my future.
Save me from my doubt

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An ode to another end
As I lay to rest another friend
Poetry, I write it quite a lot
I've written in notebooks and journals alike
Time, I'm sorry. I know we've fought

Since December of 2019,
I've gotten to know my newer life
My newer home, and my new mind.
So with that, I pulled out the fourth
To my growing collection
And endlessly began to write

Fast forward a year. It is the great 2020.
I'll be writing about this year for ages
And I'm still working my way
Through the blizzards of February
Trying to dance on the ice that
Has frozen my prose and paces

I'll tell you this, I'm not good at ice skating
I stumble, and am afraid of the blade
Wondering if I'm too heavy,
I'm scared the '2020' ice will break.
I know it won't be a bad thing
But falling isn't anyone's fancy
I'm just trying to get comfy with my 'new'
Before it becomes my 'normal'

I'm still writing in my fourth
And I'm not yet half way done.
I yearn for my memories to hold on to me
The last thing I need is for my mind to run

An ode to... 2020 I guess
I mean, I did want a slower life
Though I cried for Time to move along
It was me who was wrong in the fight
So I slowed my pace to look around
And can say with confidence,
I'm a better person with what I found

I want to say that I have learned
But I am far from a master
Only fools are satisfied,
So I demand myself I grow,
But never to pace faster
I'll be on my fourth for a long time
But I don't intend to speed up
My mind nor my pen won't go away
And I'm holding on to my love

2021 is tomorrow, I'll stay behind for a while
I'd like to admire the struggles I've been through
The view will stretch for miles

And ode to Time in 2020
I've learned and changed for the best
This next year is unpredictable
I am curious to see this mess.
But I will not try to alter my reality
I will continue to learn and change
And accept.

Until next time, but I'm not going to
Spend my thoughts on the future just yet
Meet me back in 2020
I'll be writing away my years and regret

Ode to the Previous Year

The strangest of years, the most chaotic as well has turned out to be a year of the most growth of my life. I hope to continue on a path of this magnitude.

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I'm at the stage again
Where my hands are beginning to itch
At the stillness
In my running thoughts
I must let them exist in the world
Whether someone ever acknowledges
What I have to let out or not.
At least they exist
So I can go back to reminisce
Or go back to grow
Continue on from what I've known

Nonsense

I can write nonsense, and come back in the future and understand what was said. I try to accept and change with my life.

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I could build a home
On our memories
And it seems I'd live there well
But I hope we continue
Our home could be a kingdom
Our time together will tell.

Just know that we are beautiful
We match like night and day
Even if the world lay in my palms
For you, I'd cast it away
My love for you is expanding infinitely
And it has grown and grown
It can be a light in your dark
An eye in the storm
For you'll never be alone

So, my love, let us give life to a world
That is all our own

You Are Home

Our past is a solid foundation
For the future we will have together
As long as we stay in the light we make
We can love forever

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When life slows down
I am walking down a hall
Passing paintings on the wall
Hung inside golden frames
This hallway is neverending
But my journey is tireless
Especially when the sun sets
And wash my memories with light
Sometimes I need the illumination
To find my way
Though this hall goes straight
It can be hard to find myself
That little bit of light will guide me
And I won't mind the times
For the first time in a while, I feel alright
I feel safe to look back
Because I brought a life to my past
And admire my present
Without going back to live in the dark
This hallway is pleasant now
I can lean my head back and close my eyes
Take in the light
Take in a breath or two
And I don't lose a second
When life slows down, I can open up
I can smile and fall in love
I'm walking down a hall
Putting paintings on the wall
To walk by them again soon
In the light of the sun
Or the glow of the pale moon

When Life Slows Down

When I came to terms with my darkness
I saw a moon, and stars in the sky
I came to terms with my past
And recovered my wings so I could fly

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