1258hi - Hello Poetry

Like a baby turtle newly hatched from its shell crawling instinctively toward the sea— I struggle, but only with myself. And still, my direction toward the ocean matters more than my velocity.

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Aug 1, 2025

Aug 1, 2025 at 8:29 PM UTC

Direction Speed

Like a baby turtle newly hatched from its shell crawling instinctively toward the sea— I struggle, but only with myself. And still, my direction toward the ocean matters more than my velocity.

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I am the buck that stands alone Guiding my herd from winter’s hollow groan The ravenous wolves stop my path Their fangs are seething with rage, I feel their wrath They have claws and numbers And all I have is my will to keep me from going under It is a pack of beasts going against me My antlers are my crown refusing to accept defeat Old wounds lace my hide like threads — Proof I’ve faced worse and never played dead. My hooves are steady, heart beat loud, I will not kneel, I will not bow. My herd has left me behind It’s hard to keep my determination in line I soon start to find that maybe the feeling of teeth Will feel kinder than winter’s pain and grief They circle me as a lone deer - it’s not fair but Mother Nature never said she had justice to share

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Jul 25, 2025

Jul 25, 2025 at 1:36 PM UTC

The Buck That Stands Alone

I am the buck that stands alone Guiding my herd from winter’s hollow groan The ravenous wolves stop my path Their fangs are seething with rage, I feel their wrath They have claws and numbers And all I have is my will to keep me from going under It is a pack of beasts going against me My antlers are my crown refusing to accept defeat Old wounds lace my hide like threads — Proof I’ve faced worse and never played dead. My hooves are steady, heart beat loud, I will not kneel, I will not bow. My herd has left me behind It’s hard to keep my determination in line I soon start to find that maybe the feeling of teeth Will feel kinder than winter’s pain and grief They circle me as a lone deer - it’s not fair but Mother Nature never said she had justice to share

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The other day, I told you Your battle was invisible— But I was wrong. I see you fighting, Every single day, And it’s beautiful. You still carry yourself With so much poise, elegance, and grace. Because of the beauty of war is not to pass unscathed, But to wear your scars with pride, to survive, and to tell their story.

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Jul 15, 2025

Jul 15, 2025 at 11:15 AM UTC

The Battle That CAN Be Named

The other day, I told you Your battle was invisible— But I was wrong. I see you fighting, Every single day, And it’s beautiful. You still carry yourself With so much poise, elegance, and grace. Because of the beauty of war is not to pass unscathed, But to wear your scars with pride, to survive, and to tell their story.

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I might have blurry vision, But I can see perfectly clear that I have feelings for you.

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Jul 7, 2025

Jul 7, 2025 at 10:52 PM UTC

Glasses

I might have blurry vision, But I can see perfectly clear that I have feelings for you.

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Sometimes, it’s embarrassing being a ceiling fan for a man. I turn myself in circles— whizzing, buzzing, whirling— just so he can have the illusion of being cool. Meanwhile, he stays still. Unmoved. Unaware. Never noticing how much I do just to keep the air from feeling stale. He doesn’t thank me. Doesn’t see me. Just mutters, “Must’ve been the wind,” and moves on with his day.

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Jul 6, 2025

Jul 6, 2025 at 8:32 AM UTC

Ceiling Fan Confessional

Sometimes, it’s embarrassing being a ceiling fan for a man. I turn myself in circles— whizzing, buzzing, whirling— just so he can have the illusion of being cool. Meanwhile, he stays still. Unmoved. Unaware. Never noticing how much I do just to keep the air from feeling stale. He doesn’t thank me. Doesn’t see me. Just mutters, “Must’ve been the wind,” and moves on with his day.

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Do you realize? that if you still partake in the system that your ancestors from long ago tried to dismantle and your descendants will grapple to survive until they expire— that you are not really free but instead just dancing in a cage with different music. The old music was: “separate but equal,” “work hard and pray,” “be grateful to be allowed in the room.” The new music is: “grind harder,” “go viral,” “representation is enough,” “you got followers — you made it.” The four wall are not that different. They changed the soundtrack, not the system.

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Jul 4, 2025

Jul 4, 2025 at 9:21 AM UTC

Freedom

Do you realize? that if you still partake in the system that your ancestors from long ago tried to dismantle and your descendants will grapple to survive until they expire— that you are not really free but instead just dancing in a cage with different music. The old music was: “separate but equal,” “work hard and pray,” “be grateful to be allowed in the room.” The new music is: “grind harder,” “go viral,” “representation is enough,” “you got followers — you made it.” The four wall are not that different. They changed the soundtrack, not the system.

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Did you know you’re stronger than a knight? Because you wear no armor, yet you still bear the scars of every battle you’ve survived.

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Jun 27, 2025

Jun 27, 2025 at 11:38 PM UTC

The Battle That Cannot Be Named

Did you know you’re stronger than a knight? Because you wear no armor, yet you still bear the scars of every battle you’ve survived.

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You did not stop believing because you failed. You failed because you stopped believing.

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Jun 27, 2025

Jun 27, 2025 at 11:33 PM UTC

Unbelieving

You did not stop believing because you failed. You failed because you stopped believing.

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If I were the jester and you, the princess in your high tower— knowing I was hired for nothing but your amusement— still, I’d bow, I’d dance, I’d play the fool again and again if only to bring you joy and catch a glimpse of your laughter.

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Jun 23, 2025

Jun 23, 2025 at 6:08 PM UTC

My Way Of Saying “I Love You”

If I were the jester and you, the princess in your high tower— knowing I was hired for nothing but your amusement— still, I’d bow, I’d dance, I’d play the fool again and again if only to bring you joy and catch a glimpse of your laughter.

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Next time you don’t want to be friends anymore, Say it to my face—like you did before. Cause laughing while pointing out my flaws Feels like trying to kiss me with a chainsaw.

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Jun 13, 2025

Jun 13, 2025 at 2:10 PM UTC

Chainsaw

Next time you don’t want to be friends anymore, Say it to my face—like you did before. Cause laughing while pointing out my flaws Feels like trying to kiss me with a chainsaw.

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