Anonymouspoet - Hello Poetry

No. I said no, And I said stop. Stop the mimicking and Stop the panicking. I slow down, the harmful energy and the indefinite noise’s drift away. I lay my eyelids above my eyeballs and breathe That’s it, I just breathe. No, No I am being pulled back into my memory I feel a whoosh, I rip my eyes apart Hoping to see where I have arrived I’m standing inside a moving subway It’s dark, a fabric all surrounding me There is no light but My hands emit glowing white I stand in the middle of the entrance Stuck temporarily, staring down the doors That stand before me Boom. The subway train comes to an abrupt stop Lights flash different and randomized colors Behind the closed doors And they open, running away from each other Desperately. On the opposite side, I see a memory It’s me and my sister and my grandfather Sitting at the kitchen table And we’re arguing over what card game to play And it’s raining outside, The water drops harshly against the concrete Outside, and I happily smile. The subway starts to shake I feel my insides droop at the Thought of forgetting This comforting moment My eyes dripping tears like The raindrops outside The doors close, running towards Each other now The subway takes off again I stand in a state of gloom Wobbling slow waiting for the Subway to Stop. Because I said no, And I said stop. Melancholy rips the doors apart in front of me Revealing every memory as the subway Moves past most at lightning speed Memories of late night horror movies, And memories of old friends Memories of the place burned into my brain And memories of the place that will always remain. Memories of the man who dared to touch my family, And memories of my mom letting him. I can feel myself getting more tired, The sensations run through my weak body, Fear Anger Sadness Anxiety Depression And joy. The knees below me Quaking, and I fall. Down on the ground The floor is cold and hard This is my nightmare, My life forever fearful This is where I’m from, My memory forever ignited This is my worst enemy, My past forever haunted And this will forever be inevitable. I will always live with this I will always live with my past But I could’ve sworn I said no. And I could’ve sworn I said stop.

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Oct 15, 2025

Oct 15, 2025 at 11:33 AM UTC

Anonymouspoet

subway // I said no

No. I said no, And I said stop. Stop the mimicking and Stop the panicking. I slow down, the harmful energy and the indefinite noise’s drift away. I lay my eyelids above my eyeballs and breathe That’s it, I just breathe. No, No I am being pulled back into my memory I feel a whoosh, I rip my eyes apart Hoping to see where I have arrived I’m standing inside a moving subway It’s dark, a fabric all surrounding me There is no light but My hands emit glowing white I stand in the middle of the entrance Stuck temporarily, staring down the doors That stand before me Boom. The subway train comes to an abrupt stop Lights flash different and randomized colors Behind the closed doors And they open, running away from each other Desperately. On the opposite side, I see a memory It’s me and my sister and my grandfather Sitting at the kitchen table And we’re arguing over what card game to play And it’s raining outside, The water drops harshly against the concrete Outside, and I happily smile. The subway starts to shake I feel my insides droop at the Thought of forgetting This comforting moment My eyes dripping tears like The raindrops outside The doors close, running towards Each other now The subway takes off again I stand in a state of gloom Wobbling slow waiting for the Subway to Stop. Because I said no, And I said stop. Melancholy rips the doors apart in front of me Revealing every memory as the subway Moves past most at lightning speed Memories of late night horror movies, And memories of old friends Memories of the place burned into my brain And memories of the place that will always remain. Memories of the man who dared to touch my family, And memories of my mom letting him. I can feel myself getting more tired, The sensations run through my weak body, Fear Anger Sadness Anxiety Depression And joy. The knees below me Quaking, and I fall. Down on the ground The floor is cold and hard This is my nightmare, My life forever fearful This is where I’m from, My memory forever ignited This is my worst enemy, My past forever haunted And this will forever be inevitable. I will always live with this I will always live with my past But I could’ve sworn I said no. And I could’ve sworn I said stop.

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Blood I love blood gushing from the head, blood is always the color of red. I love blood dripping from a finger, a small ***** that likes to linger. I love blood from a toe, watch as it starts to flow. I love blood from a nose, it flows just like a garden hose. I love blood that isn't mine, best friends will often combine. I love blood from a hand, surely it wasn't planned. I love blood from feet, taste of it is so sweet. I love blood from an arm, it may hurt, but no harm. I love blood from a leg, crack it just like an egg. I love blood from a neck, vampires can cause a red wreck. I love blood from a ****** whether from U.S.A. or from China. I love blood from the **** yes I know that sounds kinda heinous. I love blood in your **** I put it on my cheese, that is Swiss. Can't get blood from a stone, unless it hits you in the bone. Blood is thicker than water, nothing like a good slaughter. I'm a vampire who is a stud, lets face it folks, I love blood.

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Sep 12, 2025

Sep 12, 2025 at 11:34 AM UTC

Oh, where did you go? Where are you? baby come back I miss you so much

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May 21, 2025

May 21, 2025 at 12:52 PM UTC

Anonymouspoet

Haiku - where are you?

Oh, where did you go? Where are you? baby come back I miss you so much

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TnT is wildly dangerous TnT explodes And it hurts And it feels. It’s something a human Can make Can blow up Can die from I’m a human But sometimes People can make TnT From the scraps Inside me. They yell at me in anger Because I exploded When they Were the ones Who grabbed The lighter Picked up my rope And lit the edge. Why do people make TnT out of me?

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May 16, 2025

May 16, 2025 at 3:19 PM UTC

Anonymouspoet

TnT

TnT is wildly dangerous TnT explodes And it hurts And it feels. It’s something a human Can make Can blow up Can die from I’m a human But sometimes People can make TnT From the scraps Inside me. They yell at me in anger Because I exploded When they Were the ones Who grabbed The lighter Picked up my rope And lit the edge. Why do people make TnT out of me?

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