Aahoc - Hello Poetry

There once was a day when we both wore stripes Distinct lines that undeniably connected us to each other. Mine had already shifted to black. Yours were still a light gray – Soft and subtle. Now I watch you stand on your own. Head held high with understated confidence. Be it sincere or feigned, doesn't matter. You're clad in plaid – Infused with the stripes and lines embracing you all around as contributing designers silently admire in awe. The black tee underneath — the closest visible cloth to your heart — pulls it all together. You keep it concealed and dear, Yet show enough to share. Constant reminder. We all know it's the reason we're here. There will come a day When your whole ensemble is painted With every hue and shape imaginable. The influences of past, present, and future All melded into one stunning garment - The monarch knows no such splendor. Soon enough, the black tee will be cast to the side and long forgotten - Inevitably replaced with an everlasting warm embrace. Never again will I hear you say, "I hate change."

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Jul 27, 2025

Jul 27, 2025 at 1:11 PM UTC

Stripes to Plaid

There once was a day when we both wore stripes Distinct lines that undeniably connected us to each other. Mine had already shifted to black. Yours were still a light gray – Soft and subtle. Now I watch you stand on your own. Head held high with understated confidence. Be it sincere or feigned, doesn't matter. You're clad in plaid – Infused with the stripes and lines embracing you all around as contributing designers silently admire in awe. The black tee underneath — the closest visible cloth to your heart — pulls it all together. You keep it concealed and dear, Yet show enough to share. Constant reminder. We all know it's the reason we're here. There will come a day When your whole ensemble is painted With every hue and shape imaginable. The influences of past, present, and future All melded into one stunning garment - The monarch knows no such splendor. Soon enough, the black tee will be cast to the side and long forgotten - Inevitably replaced with an everlasting warm embrace. Never again will I hear you say, "I hate change."

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I wanna wear a knee brace to school Maybe then they'll know that the pain i feel is real The screaming The crying Begging, pleading And whining All these fall on deaf ears Maybe if they can see it with their eyes and touch it with fingertips or feel it as it brushes against their unscathed leg in the crowded hallways Maybe then they'll be forced to acknowledge it

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May 27, 2025

May 27, 2025 at 4:00 PM UTC

Knee Brace

I wanna wear a knee brace to school Maybe then they'll know that the pain i feel is real The screaming The crying Begging, pleading And whining All these fall on deaf ears Maybe if they can see it with their eyes and touch it with fingertips or feel it as it brushes against their unscathed leg in the crowded hallways Maybe then they'll be forced to acknowledge it

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Is it me? As the walls come crashing down, yet again I can only blame external forces so many times. What is the pattern? It is I. I am the only common thread. If fortresses are the end goal, Then why am I constantly surrounded by rubble? Stagnant reminders of past failings How am I placing the bricks? Is that the issue? What about the materials? Where do they come from? The mortar! That must be it. Couldn't be. Could it be? I just don't know. One thing is evident - The fault is mine.

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May 27, 2025

May 27, 2025 at 12:58 PM UTC

Is it me?

Is it me? As the walls come crashing down, yet again I can only blame external forces so many times. What is the pattern? It is I. I am the only common thread. If fortresses are the end goal, Then why am I constantly surrounded by rubble? Stagnant reminders of past failings How am I placing the bricks? Is that the issue? What about the materials? Where do they come from? The mortar! That must be it. Couldn't be. Could it be? I just don't know. One thing is evident - The fault is mine.

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How much is too much? This is the question that plagues me night and day. Some say that I love loudly. Others say that I'm obsessed. Essentially they mean the same thing, but taste very different coming out of the mouth. Which is it? It feels like the latter is true. Strike that. I don't feel like the latter is true - At least not when there are no external forces plunging me into those depths. I feel like it's the first option. I feel like I simply love loudly. Who am I to say though? My opinion is of no consequence here. And, truth be told, I am in the minority in that fight. Outnumbered more than Gideon and his men. Majority wins. Majority wins? Not in this matter. I don't agree with that. Once again though...who am I to say? Those who I am loving loudly are really the only ones that can decide that - At least that's how it should be. My opinion on this should be shelved. Pushed to the back to collect dust and only pulled out from time to time to admire and then to be carefully tucked away yet again. Treat it as if it's gold. But remember it as if it's that one stoop that you passed by that one time in 1993 that had that one pink step. Every once in a blue moon, something jogs your memory and brings that to the fore. It crosses your mind and then goes right back to where it belongs - Out of sight. Influencing nothing. That's how it should be. That's how it should be? That question is irrelevant now. All that matters is that it happens and everyone, especially those not rightfully entitled to one, has a verdict on this that they have to share. I understand that they have nothing else to do. That must be rough. Nothing to fill their time. What an awful plight. My heart goes out to them. (I hope that sentiment wasn't too much.) In the end - I say this with all my might, but very little hope - all that truly matters is that you don't get to dictate how much is too much.

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Jan 5, 2024

Jan 5, 2024 at 2:21 AM UTC

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How much is too much? This is the question that plagues me night and day. Some say that I love loudly. Others say that I'm obsessed. Essentially they mean the same thing, but taste very different coming out of the mouth. Which is it? It feels like the latter is true. Strike that. I don't feel like the latter is true - At least not when there are no external forces plunging me into those depths. I feel like it's the first option. I feel like I simply love loudly. Who am I to say though? My opinion is of no consequence here. And, truth be told, I am in the minority in that fight. Outnumbered more than Gideon and his men. Majority wins. Majority wins? Not in this matter. I don't agree with that. Once again though...who am I to say? Those who I am loving loudly are really the only ones that can decide that - At least that's how it should be. My opinion on this should be shelved. Pushed to the back to collect dust and only pulled out from time to time to admire and then to be carefully tucked away yet again. Treat it as if it's gold. But remember it as if it's that one stoop that you passed by that one time in 1993 that had that one pink step. Every once in a blue moon, something jogs your memory and brings that to the fore. It crosses your mind and then goes right back to where it belongs - Out of sight. Influencing nothing. That's how it should be. That's how it should be? That question is irrelevant now. All that matters is that it happens and everyone, especially those not rightfully entitled to one, has a verdict on this that they have to share. I understand that they have nothing else to do. That must be rough. Nothing to fill their time. What an awful plight. My heart goes out to them. (I hope that sentiment wasn't too much.) In the end - I say this with all my might, but very little hope - all that truly matters is that you don't get to dictate how much is too much.

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As I sink low into the seat's warm embrace, I breathe a sigh of relief and look over at your face. You gently put the car in reverse and a sheepish grin creeps across your lips as you softly say, "Go ahead..." Out of my mouth begins to flow all of the thoughts that I've held back for hours now. I felt as if I was going to explode from holding them in. You listen intently - laugh when it's funny, wipe my tears when it's not, keep your eyes on the road yet somehow peer into my soul We debrief about so-and-so's dress and her husband's audacious laugh, the reason I kicked you under the table, and the dog's incessant need for belly rubs. Was the dip salty to you? Are you sure my dessert was good? Do you think that they actually liked it? Should I make it again? Your words reassure me like a gold star carefully placed at the top of my homework page. I glance forward and feel hypnotized for just a moment by the white and yellow lines zipping past and leading us home. My gaze shifts back to you as my focus is captured by the song that is lowly playing in the background. It revives a thought in my head and I exclaim, while sitting up straighter, "That reminds me..." This is how I preface the crucial account that explains why I did not deserve to lose that game and I am convinced that the host's cousin was cheating. You chuckle and nod in agreement as your foot presses against the pedal when the green light shines down. Tonight the drive home is not a long one and I can't wait to slip into more comfortable clothes. But, I take a moment and soak it all in because I know that this is my favorite part of going out. Or... At least it would be if you were here. Or if you were ever here. Or if I knew who you were at all. But, you're not. You never were. And I don't know. So I just jam the gears into reverse. And listen to a sad song on repeat. This is my least favorite part of going out. This is what I admit As I sink into the cold, lonely seat.

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Dec 26, 2023

Dec 26, 2023 at 12:40 AM UTC

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As I sink low into the seat's warm embrace, I breathe a sigh of relief and look over at your face. You gently put the car in reverse and a sheepish grin creeps across your lips as you softly say, "Go ahead..." Out of my mouth begins to flow all of the thoughts that I've held back for hours now. I felt as if I was going to explode from holding them in. You listen intently - laugh when it's funny, wipe my tears when it's not, keep your eyes on the road yet somehow peer into my soul We debrief about so-and-so's dress and her husband's audacious laugh, the reason I kicked you under the table, and the dog's incessant need for belly rubs. Was the dip salty to you? Are you sure my dessert was good? Do you think that they actually liked it? Should I make it again? Your words reassure me like a gold star carefully placed at the top of my homework page. I glance forward and feel hypnotized for just a moment by the white and yellow lines zipping past and leading us home. My gaze shifts back to you as my focus is captured by the song that is lowly playing in the background. It revives a thought in my head and I exclaim, while sitting up straighter, "That reminds me..." This is how I preface the crucial account that explains why I did not deserve to lose that game and I am convinced that the host's cousin was cheating. You chuckle and nod in agreement as your foot presses against the pedal when the green light shines down. Tonight the drive home is not a long one and I can't wait to slip into more comfortable clothes. But, I take a moment and soak it all in because I know that this is my favorite part of going out. Or... At least it would be if you were here. Or if you were ever here. Or if I knew who you were at all. But, you're not. You never were. And I don't know. So I just jam the gears into reverse. And listen to a sad song on repeat. This is my least favorite part of going out. This is what I admit As I sink into the cold, lonely seat.

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I don't miss you. I miss my muse. I don't miss the pain. I miss the inspiration. I don't miss the doubts and fears. I miss the longing tears. I don't miss your voice. I miss the silence between your words. I've come to realize that I don't need you... I just need another muse.

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Nov 9, 2023

Nov 9, 2023 at 10:03 PM UTC

I miss my muse?

I don't miss you. I miss my muse. I don't miss the pain. I miss the inspiration. I don't miss the doubts and fears. I miss the longing tears. I don't miss your voice. I miss the silence between your words. I've come to realize that I don't need you... I just need another muse.

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Have you ever felt so alone that you feel the pins and needles on your skin? Your arms start to tingle. Have you ever considered that you are trying to jump out of your skin to hug yourself? So often we quickly dismiss that sensation and try to move past it. What though, if we just let play it out? Don't run. Don't push it away. Embrace yourself and the lonely hug.

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Oct 1, 2023

Oct 1, 2023 at 10:51 PM UTC

Lonely Hug

Have you ever felt so alone that you feel the pins and needles on your skin? Your arms start to tingle. Have you ever considered that you are trying to jump out of your skin to hug yourself? So often we quickly dismiss that sensation and try to move past it. What though, if we just let play it out? Don't run. Don't push it away. Embrace yourself and the lonely hug.

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When it feels as if all is lost Where to go from there? When the void is ever widening Ever expanding ******* all that is left into its abyss Where to go from there?

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Sep 22, 2023

Sep 22, 2023 at 11:28 PM UTC

All is lost

When it feels as if all is lost Where to go from there? When the void is ever widening Ever expanding ******* all that is left into its abyss Where to go from there?

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As I conquer the last step and take in the new environment Everything around me is brown Different hues of the same color So new, yet so familiar. My eyes shift to the table where you sit All of a sudden I feel the air change I can't breathe The chemistry is thick and I can't fight it I sit down and take a closer look Your eyes pierce me with a shade that I've never experienced before The indigo tint is a welcome relief And it's one that I certainly didn't expect to find here Like a magnet, I feel you pulling me across the table With every glance, the urge grows stronger and stronger I can't put it into words, but something is there A million thoughts, feelings, hopes, and dreams are exchanged without using a single word Loneliness and hopelessness fade into the background for just a spell And I don't know what to do next. I giggle as I'm drowning I'm gasping for each breath I turn my head and cover my mouth as if that's going to stop the deep blue waves from rushing over me It's not enough. I sink deeper. Sleep it off. I try, but I can't get you off my mind. All I want is to find you and allow the magnetism to take over.

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Sep 21, 2023

Sep 21, 2023 at 1:21 AM UTC

Thanks for the fun

As I conquer the last step and take in the new environment Everything around me is brown Different hues of the same color So new, yet so familiar. My eyes shift to the table where you sit All of a sudden I feel the air change I can't breathe The chemistry is thick and I can't fight it I sit down and take a closer look Your eyes pierce me with a shade that I've never experienced before The indigo tint is a welcome relief And it's one that I certainly didn't expect to find here Like a magnet, I feel you pulling me across the table With every glance, the urge grows stronger and stronger I can't put it into words, but something is there A million thoughts, feelings, hopes, and dreams are exchanged without using a single word Loneliness and hopelessness fade into the background for just a spell And I don't know what to do next. I giggle as I'm drowning I'm gasping for each breath I turn my head and cover my mouth as if that's going to stop the deep blue waves from rushing over me It's not enough. I sink deeper. Sleep it off. I try, but I can't get you off my mind. All I want is to find you and allow the magnetism to take over.

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If you could see me now Would it make a difference? I'm not sure. And Honestly, There's no way to know Because Even if you did, Everything has changed. Sure.. you'd see me, But... It would be in a different light. There were so many things that I wanted you to know. I strove hard to prove it and show it because Actions speak louder than words. But, the opportunity never presented itself. Then, one day, I broke down. I said. I said all of it. Well.. Almost all of it. I stopped just shy. (And, I still wonder what the outcome would've been if I didn't. That, however, is another question for another day and another time ) But, now... Here I am... Living out that 'dream'. If only you knew! That's the line that keeps running through my mind. The musing that haunts the quiet moments. Would it make a difference? Would you begin to call me your own? Would you say, 'I can't believe that I can call you mine', lov If you could see me now?

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Dec 17, 2020

Dec 17, 2020 at 2:29 PM UTC

If you could see me now

If you could see me now Would it make a difference? I'm not sure. And Honestly, There's no way to know Because Even if you did, Everything has changed. Sure.. you'd see me, But... It would be in a different light. There were so many things that I wanted you to know. I strove hard to prove it and show it because Actions speak louder than words. But, the opportunity never presented itself. Then, one day, I broke down. I said. I said all of it. Well.. Almost all of it. I stopped just shy. (And, I still wonder what the outcome would've been if I didn't. That, however, is another question for another day and another time ) But, now... Here I am... Living out that 'dream'. If only you knew! That's the line that keeps running through my mind. The musing that haunts the quiet moments. Would it make a difference? Would you begin to call me your own? Would you say, 'I can't believe that I can call you mine', lov If you could see me now?

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