Earth_toTee - Hello Poetry

it's night again. the room gets dark. the stars—my audience. the moon—my stage light. my thoughts resurface behind the velvet curtains of my mind. they’re loud, bold— as if to make me shrink. it's 2.07am. and i can no longer tell the difference between silence and screams. i turn and turn like hands of the clock. tic. tic. TOC. it's morning again. curtains close like tired eyelids. the stars fall. the moon dims. maybe now sleep will remember that it still owes me.

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Jul 29, 2025

Jul 29, 2025 at 7:00 AM UTC

Tic Tic Toc!

it's night again. the room gets dark. the stars—my audience. the moon—my stage light. my thoughts resurface behind the velvet curtains of my mind. they’re loud, bold— as if to make me shrink. it's 2.07am. and i can no longer tell the difference between silence and screams. i turn and turn like hands of the clock. tic. tic. TOC. it's morning again. curtains close like tired eyelids. the stars fall. the moon dims. maybe now sleep will remember that it still owes me.

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i have seen the heaven created in you— one they could not understand. and so they named it wrong, because they could not hold what they feared in their hand. you were fire, and i the very same. they said we’d burn the world down— but all we ever wanted was to be warm. her touch: psalm. her gaze: prayer. and still, they call it sin— as if holiness can’t wear soft skin and hold my hand. they could not understand that when she loves me, the sky listens more closely and the stars stay a little longer. her eyes, gently pulling me in— her gaze sweeping me beneath her tides as i pry to the surface to utter her sacred name. and even the breath feels borrowed, as if the universe conspired to see it through. how can my sin be love? oh, they would never understand.

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Jun 27, 2025

Jun 27, 2025 at 5:40 AM UTC

HER

i have seen the heaven created in you— one they could not understand. and so they named it wrong, because they could not hold what they feared in their hand. you were fire, and i the very same. they said we’d burn the world down— but all we ever wanted was to be warm. her touch: psalm. her gaze: prayer. and still, they call it sin— as if holiness can’t wear soft skin and hold my hand. they could not understand that when she loves me, the sky listens more closely and the stars stay a little longer. her eyes, gently pulling me in— her gaze sweeping me beneath her tides as i pry to the surface to utter her sacred name. and even the breath feels borrowed, as if the universe conspired to see it through. how can my sin be love? oh, they would never understand.

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by Bloomy Ashes my thoughts loud collapsing within one another their edges blur, like smoke with no tether. my mind fighting my entirety each thought a blade, carving duality. screams from within blocked by curves on my skin my skin curves calm, but holds storms within. i am fighting one i cannot win a war unnamed, yet worn paper-thin. my heart bleeds and aches each beat a bruise that never breaks. held together by wires dripping scarlet red fraying threads sing of words unsaid— and said. even the words i said still slice my thread. my mind and heart at war, my body caught in between a hostage to storms I did not convene. yet again, i feel so unseen like i’m screaming in glass—shattering clean.

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Jun 26, 2025

Jun 26, 2025 at 5:09 AM UTC

UNSEEN IN SCARLET

by Bloomy Ashes my thoughts loud collapsing within one another their edges blur, like smoke with no tether. my mind fighting my entirety each thought a blade, carving duality. screams from within blocked by curves on my skin my skin curves calm, but holds storms within. i am fighting one i cannot win a war unnamed, yet worn paper-thin. my heart bleeds and aches each beat a bruise that never breaks. held together by wires dripping scarlet red fraying threads sing of words unsaid— and said. even the words i said still slice my thread. my mind and heart at war, my body caught in between a hostage to storms I did not convene. yet again, i feel so unseen like i’m screaming in glass—shattering clean.

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