ARagingFire

I am a 34F and recently hung out with a 34M. We went to school together years ago and knew who each other were but didn't really know each other. We have been friends on social media since then but also never really struck up any real conversations until recently. I initiated convo and hanging out. So, basically meeting for the first time... it was super casual, lunch and a drink. I get super nervous meeting new people in general, so I was super nervous! I actually have had a bit of a crush for a long time but either I had a bf or he had a gf. It seemed like he was pretty nervous too and sometimes there were awkward silences but everything seemed like okay, friendly. There was some mild flir

Calling this poem Sputnik Planitia for now because it was my muse basically while writing this. it's not finished. I want to make it longer but it would be great to get some feedback first to see if that brings me to where I want to go with it.

Glowing new horizons found

at most unsuspecting times.

Studying sights and sound,

cracking codes of minds,

similar they seem,

different they must be,

what can I make of this urge?

Is it a dream

in some frozen sea?

Or will we slowly converge?

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You might believe me emotionless,

smooth features hide,

the pasts violent mess,

data entry, folder classified.

It’s just a self-healing trick,

I’m more liquid than ice,

th

I really would like to either lengthen this poem or write another poem that correlates to this one. It's not my best work and I'd love any kind of feedback that might trigger me to look at this in a completely different way or inspire a title. I'm terrible at naming my works. Thank you!

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It’s all over now,

the fires have burned out,

now we walk through,

Annihilation.

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You’ve married

Mr. Self-Destruct,

he’s the lie that

you believe,

Trent warned you

and you’re still

afraid to leave.

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His loyalty,

His protection,

all those charms of his,

you’re addicted to

his sex,

because he knows

where you G-spot is.

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You’

Oh, little girl

Where did you go?

When I left you in that forest?

What did you know?

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The trees were black,

The floor was stone,

When I left you to hide away,

All, all alone.

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You had to be

Silent as graves

When I led you down, down, down, down

Down in the caves

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Death by your side

Put you to sleep

When he realized I left you with

No soul to reap

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He felt cheated

He felt cheated

He felt cheated

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Oh, little girl

What did you know?

When I left you buried alive

Where did you go?

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God has seven Angles,

That lived in the forest.

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They had no faces.

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We see you,

the secrets,

we smell stinking blood,

only the filthy,

come here.

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believe us,

believe us.

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Shame tastes good.

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One Angel knelt down,

Held her head,

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remember,

remember.

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Screaming won’t help you,

it never does.

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Wild eyes of contempt,

Your sister called a cunt,

Vicious laughter,

dog being beat,

humiliation.

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Deserving

Deserving,

Deserving.

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Because you.

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You did nothing!

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Nothing!

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You are what yo

See, the clouds are conspiring?

I will stoke a fire raging,

to cheat the stars my destiny,

I am staging.

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Smoke and glass fill my body full,

Me, I cease to be no more, no.

It’s in my hands, the blood, my blood,

Took long ago.

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The audience I hold captive,

Imagines who I am to be,

In my eyes two souls, behold, dance,

through melody.

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Transcending into the false worlds,

There, a truer than truth is found,

Only in where the shadows lie,

Under the ground.

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I try to take it from its grave,

But the clouds spot what I’m here for,

They clear, reveal me, who I am

stars shine on gore.

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All of my burning shame