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Introspectre
Ambivert autodidact attempts to create a mutually preferred existence through science and art.
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What do you want to accomplish and look back on at the end of your life and not regret doing? This has been weighing on me for several days. Ask yourself this... What is my dream for m life? And out into words. Tag me please!!!
Introspectre in Stream of Consciousness

Isn’t it funny how desires change? One day in the mirror, that thing becomes... strange.

Love, Wealth, Expression, and Knowledge.

Values that define the meaning of our actions.

What do you praise?

What is it that you seek?

Long have I lost my self in love,

Often I have drifted among the tides.

Wealth attracts me absently- like a trophy bride.

Expression has its merits but carries many fates.

And knowledge of my purpose is all I seek of late.

Introspectre

Omen

In bitter longing... warmth reels back in touching cold solitude. This emptiness runs deep. Though the echoes bring fear to happy minds, may hope sing louder. In the night- let the echoes of light being us together in wonder. A choir of ancient voices in the sky; we are as we think. Alone in sacred silence. Divided only be hesitation.

Introspectre

We are the lost gods

wrought by sleep

weep, weep

Introspectre

Given all the good times

Finding lost fury in low fi rhymes

Make

Chromatic masterpiece, dissonant melody.

Speaking between seconds

Living in these words

I’ll

Climb.

Because I’m a brightened lie.

No shame to defend

Bearing down on enemies to befriend

Clutching to a civil end

Reprimand and rend.

With nothing worthy to speak

Words may wither and weep

My lost lover, no more a sheep

Awakened; see past sleep.

Fortune of the lost ones:

Peace under a calm sun

Introspectre

She,

holding her hands tight against mine,

whispers.

Sometimes to herself, sometimes to me-

she

Wonders.

Where could she be

The...

One for me?

Clairvoyance- see

Is the truth in destiny?

Introspectre

Truelove

There’s an echo

Something pulling me in each day

I can feel the beginning of a loop

Impending mystery.

Introspectre

Semantics

What is poetry?

Some words

A medium

Music without song.

An army of ideas in my head

Choice noise

Option overwhelm.

My place to be real with myself.

Because no one cares.

I have finally arrived

All these years pushing

and I am finally alone

Ever an outsider.

So I whisper to Prose through my phone,

Admissions, confessions, regrets....

Because these are not things that people want to hear.

Poetry.... heartsong.

Poetry... evidence of emotion

Poetry... fate in form

Poetry is magic.

Spell(ing) out our truth.

Words are a chance to see.

Introspectre

The people who stay..

What do you see in me?

This corrupt and selfish vessel

Denying reality in favor of fantasy

My disguise is truth

Why do you help me?

Bereft of love,

I have the voice of an empty one

Curious, confused, and callous

In the face of charisma-

I’ll drown out the light with righteous condescension.

This infinity is lies

Living low in time.

Introspectre

Trigger Warning

Awhile back,

I tried to slit my wrist.

With considerable force,

And a fast moving hand

Bearing a kitchen knife

I remember focusing my energy and watching the sharp blade glide across my skin- only for it to conform and compensate.

Was it a miracle or an anomaly?

Is it an accident or a gift?

My life.

Protected again by... fate?

Or just lucky?

This event, whilst considered with others,

Screams-

“Destiny awaits you”

Yet I can choose no path.

So is it a blessing or curse?

This purgatory

This journey with no destination

“Man plans. God laughs”

What is in store for me?

Dare I hope to know love again?

Am I strong enough?

To love, and be loved in return?

Love is strength...

Though you must be strong to earn it.

Fight pessimism.

That bitter self-defeating slippery slope

Smile into the chaos.

See how the pieces move

Watch the flames dance

As we are cast aside, ashen

Introspectre

This morning I fell in love with a beautiful black girl.

Her name was Kathryn. I just knew it, I don’t remember anyone telling me. She was at my door. The minute I knew it was her I ran outside to talk.

I told her I dreamt about her

And she said “you are”.

The confusion was swallowed by awkward tension. She went into my neighbor’s apartment. The spell remained unbroken.

How many times must I fall in love with specters?

Is it a vision?

Or did I envision it?

Cause when I woke I missed her desperately.

Like a lost treasure.

Never to be rediscovered.

I hope she is real. Stranger things have happened