BlackBalloon - Hello Poetry

Once upon a time, safety was the innocent, and I'll never be so bold never considered myself, a surrogate father. I did to a nine year old. I spoiled her rotten. As she grasped my hand, as we entered the city, it changed my falling sands. All the yummy mummies thought she was a kid of mine, And I became protective. Her mother was never maternal, but the day her sweet child, gripped me with nervousness I became suddenly so paternal, Protect her from the strange-ness I became bullet-proof blocking of the ****** peeks in this city.

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Feb 24

Feb 24, 2026 at 6:36 AM UTC

Once Upon A Time

Once upon a time, safety was the innocent, and I'll never be so bold never considered myself, a surrogate father. I did to a nine year old. I spoiled her rotten. As she grasped my hand, as we entered the city, it changed my falling sands. All the yummy mummies thought she was a kid of mine, And I became protective. Her mother was never maternal, but the day her sweet child, gripped me with nervousness I became suddenly so paternal, Protect her from the strange-ness I became bullet-proof blocking of the ****** peeks in this city.

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Details last in pictures, more than on the scene, its just how it really is, and no plot point of twists Achingly he hits the keys A piano thumping to notes, An absent to a ball-room party, His reflection is no accident, Does a trophy ever hold theories? The selfies came out in late nineties Fantasies may earn some royalties Bikinis are new juicy strawberries Mysteries will run out of batteries, Hitting presses of the new luxuries Prioritizing becomes monstrosities Communities will have cavities.... Adversaries and their fatalities Cemeteries bury catastrophes.

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Feb 23

Feb 23, 2026 at 5:20 AM UTC

Letter to the Ocean

Details last in pictures, more than on the scene, its just how it really is, and no plot point of twists Achingly he hits the keys A piano thumping to notes, An absent to a ball-room party, His reflection is no accident, Does a trophy ever hold theories? The selfies came out in late nineties Fantasies may earn some royalties Bikinis are new juicy strawberries Mysteries will run out of batteries, Hitting presses of the new luxuries Prioritizing becomes monstrosities Communities will have cavities.... Adversaries and their fatalities Cemeteries bury catastrophes.

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red lights bleed fluorescent of the get-up and go of green, orange, reminds me of hazards I slowed to a crippled statue, and the cast is meant for healing. no, its the breaks to stationary, your heart race is beating and you do nothing but freeze, waiting for lights to appease. Night-club beats that pleases.

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Feb 23

Feb 23, 2026 at 5:06 AM UTC

red lights

red lights bleed fluorescent of the get-up and go of green, orange, reminds me of hazards I slowed to a crippled statue, and the cast is meant for healing. no, its the breaks to stationary, your heart race is beating and you do nothing but freeze, waiting for lights to appease. Night-club beats that pleases.

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The surface of charcoaled moons street dogs drugged in daily stews lays down for a carving intoxication Bones lift in a wind & haphazardly press play...so I can slow it down try & understand softening of clay... Stodgily in the dirt and Cravens of such pretentious-ness of pretending of self worth of such clapping praise, the parasites lap up the demonized, joint edges of a bathroom mirror a record presciently will stop playing It herds until the final of warnings, Almost discretely with the attempts, Can't breathe like you are breathing.... I'm in need of more than bleeding, I need so much back-yard weeding, I can only survive my mentality if one day I can be forgiven unlike a witch of heathen past the ocean poisoning of the vile repressed toxicity. Yes, I do confess my sins, Sails past a boat to Bethlehem.

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Feb 23

Feb 23, 2026 at 4:43 AM UTC

dusty tape

The surface of charcoaled moons street dogs drugged in daily stews lays down for a carving intoxication Bones lift in a wind & haphazardly press play...so I can slow it down try & understand softening of clay... Stodgily in the dirt and Cravens of such pretentious-ness of pretending of self worth of such clapping praise, the parasites lap up the demonized, joint edges of a bathroom mirror a record presciently will stop playing It herds until the final of warnings, Almost discretely with the attempts, Can't breathe like you are breathing.... I'm in need of more than bleeding, I need so much back-yard weeding, I can only survive my mentality if one day I can be forgiven unlike a witch of heathen past the ocean poisoning of the vile repressed toxicity. Yes, I do confess my sins, Sails past a boat to Bethlehem.

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