ArianLlwyn - Hello Poetry

Push them all away, To the corners of the room, Stow them In the closet, Shovel them beneath the bed, Stuff them into the drawers, Just get them all away, Before I break them too.

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May 15

May 15, 2026 at 5:11 AM UTC

Untidy Room

Push them all away, To the corners of the room, Stow them In the closet, Shovel them beneath the bed, Stuff them into the drawers, Just get them all away, Before I break them too.

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Some days I find myself digging in the yard, Sifting through the soil beneath the blazing sun, Searching for something within the grit and dirt, The missing piece of puzzle I've spent years trying to solve, Failing again, and again, and again. None of the pieces fit neatly into place, So on I dig, Shovel in my blistered hands, Knowing I won't find answers in the dirt. Those lie somewhere back on that cluttered table, In that house with iron in the air, Where the answers cannot be.

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May 13

May 13, 2026 at 6:10 AM UTC

The Pieceless Puzzle

Some days I find myself digging in the yard, Sifting through the soil beneath the blazing sun, Searching for something within the grit and dirt, The missing piece of puzzle I've spent years trying to solve, Failing again, and again, and again. None of the pieces fit neatly into place, So on I dig, Shovel in my blistered hands, Knowing I won't find answers in the dirt. Those lie somewhere back on that cluttered table, In that house with iron in the air, Where the answers cannot be.

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I used to hold tight to the thorny vines sprouting up around me, Longing for the blossoms far beyond my reach, But as the years grow shorter, The vines grow longer, The thorns become hooks, And where once I stretched my arms towards the pastel roses, I hang limp in the air, A birds nest in my hair, Without a desire or despair.

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Apr 28

Apr 28, 2026 at 2:19 AM UTC

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I used to hold tight to the thorny vines sprouting up around me, Longing for the blossoms far beyond my reach, But as the years grow shorter, The vines grow longer, The thorns become hooks, And where once I stretched my arms towards the pastel roses, I hang limp in the air, A birds nest in my hair, Without a desire or despair.

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Does the sun ever grow tired of shining?

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Apr 15

Apr 15, 2026 at 3:49 AM UTC

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Does the sun ever grow tired of shining?

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Reflections of spring flowers caught in a diamond, Flip end over end Faster than the mind can comprehend, Between the crystal's inner walls, Existing in a moment smaller than awarness, Before vanishing back into empty space, Replaced in a rush by summer's feilds of grass and grain.

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Mar 30

Mar 30, 2026 at 10:58 PM UTC

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Reflections of spring flowers caught in a diamond, Flip end over end Faster than the mind can comprehend, Between the crystal's inner walls, Existing in a moment smaller than awarness, Before vanishing back into empty space, Replaced in a rush by summer's feilds of grass and grain.

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Some nights i stare at my phone, Blind to whatevers on the screen, Scrolling through content As my mind scrolls through solutions, To the thorns growing in my heart, Breaking down my body, As this world falls apart, And the next calls my name, Laying out in detail, A path paved in stars, An alchemy to transmute my pain, From gold to lead.

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Mar 23

Mar 23, 2026 at 12:18 AM UTC

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Some nights i stare at my phone, Blind to whatevers on the screen, Scrolling through content As my mind scrolls through solutions, To the thorns growing in my heart, Breaking down my body, As this world falls apart, And the next calls my name, Laying out in detail, A path paved in stars, An alchemy to transmute my pain, From gold to lead.

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To the bag of trash In that nightmare of a home You are not alone. Im waiting too, For the day someone comes along, And sends us where we belong, To finally throw us away, To put an end to these empty days.

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Mar 9

Mar 9, 2026 at 12:54 AM UTC

Trash

To the bag of trash In that nightmare of a home You are not alone. Im waiting too, For the day someone comes along, And sends us where we belong, To finally throw us away, To put an end to these empty days.

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I wake up Every day Disappointed And alive What am I?

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Feb 10

Feb 10, 2026 at 10:44 PM UTC

Still Alive

I wake up Every day Disappointed And alive What am I?

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What is this feeling of being a corpse? Cold, numb, and deforming, A life ever unfurling, Fragile, feeble, and fleeting.

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Feb 1

Feb 1, 2026 at 4:02 AM UTC

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What is this feeling of being a corpse? Cold, numb, and deforming, A life ever unfurling, Fragile, feeble, and fleeting.

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Some nights death whispers in my heart, Filling it with feathered wings. I could fly away, To spend the last moments of the day, In shallow clouds of gray, Warm in the sun's last fading ray. The whispers dissappear, My feet still taste the cold veneer, And my tea I revear As its drops a golden tear. The world fills my mind, And wonder what I am.

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Aug 3, 2025

Aug 3, 2025 at 12:21 AM UTC

Late Night Whispers

Some nights death whispers in my heart, Filling it with feathered wings. I could fly away, To spend the last moments of the day, In shallow clouds of gray, Warm in the sun's last fading ray. The whispers dissappear, My feet still taste the cold veneer, And my tea I revear As its drops a golden tear. The world fills my mind, And wonder what I am.

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