GAntoO - Hello Poetry

Exposing the inner self to the universe, letting the world contemplate our revolving thoughts. Lying on an imaginary foam cloud, a soft stage under a harsh spotlight, we show the spectators what we really are. Hands and feet bare, toes and fingers uncovered before the audience Here we are shameless, faces open, and teeth visible. They see without barriers whatever they wish. They judge. They jump to conclusions. They bully. They unflatter. They point at us as if we were vile criminals. Yet, here we are: naked. The world can say whatever it wants about every one of us, because we stand here as we were born: nothing to hide, nothing to be ashamed of. They could see, think and say a thing, good or bad, we already know ourselves, pretty well. But they will never touch the truth of what we’re really worth, even when we are naked before the universe.

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Apr 12

Apr 12, 2026 at 11:39 PM UTC

NAKED

Exposing the inner self to the universe, letting the world contemplate our revolving thoughts. Lying on an imaginary foam cloud, a soft stage under a harsh spotlight, we show the spectators what we really are. Hands and feet bare, toes and fingers uncovered before the audience Here we are shameless, faces open, and teeth visible. They see without barriers whatever they wish. They judge. They jump to conclusions. They bully. They unflatter. They point at us as if we were vile criminals. Yet, here we are: naked. The world can say whatever it wants about every one of us, because we stand here as we were born: nothing to hide, nothing to be ashamed of. They could see, think and say a thing, good or bad, we already know ourselves, pretty well. But they will never touch the truth of what we’re really worth, even when we are naked before the universe.

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I heard voices each time I spoke; one after another said what I just said, which certainly became annoying. I was alone, talking to myself, like a soliloquy. I didn't need a companion; I wanted some time to meditate. Somehow, my thoughts came out through my mouth, and somebody heard them. It started saying something after I talked, not clearly, but like someone running while responding. I just heard the last part. After a while, I grew sick of such repetition that sounded like a mockery, and I screamed, "Who's bothering me? "Me, me, me," the echo responded. "Who are you?" I asked. "You, you, you," was the answer "If you are mocking me, please NO," I said. "No, no, no." The echo kept replying. "Why do you keep repeating my talk?" I questioned. "Talk, talk, talk," the echo said. "Do you want someone to talk to you?" I implied "You, you, you," he said. I remain quiet for a bit, waiting for the voice to come. Seconds passed, and then minutes; the silence was whole. I dared to ask, "Why so quiet?" "Quiet, quiet, quiet," it replied. "I'm sorry, I won't talk." "Talk, talk, talk," it said. What do you want me to say?" "Say, say, say." "I think I'd better go." "Go, go, go." "Then, goodbye." "Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye." "Before I leave, who are you?" "You, you, you." Then, I realized that was my voice echoing. And I woke up after that.

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Mar 31

Mar 31, 2026 at 11:14 PM UTC

Echoes

I heard voices each time I spoke; one after another said what I just said, which certainly became annoying. I was alone, talking to myself, like a soliloquy. I didn't need a companion; I wanted some time to meditate. Somehow, my thoughts came out through my mouth, and somebody heard them. It started saying something after I talked, not clearly, but like someone running while responding. I just heard the last part. After a while, I grew sick of such repetition that sounded like a mockery, and I screamed, "Who's bothering me? "Me, me, me," the echo responded. "Who are you?" I asked. "You, you, you," was the answer "If you are mocking me, please NO," I said. "No, no, no." The echo kept replying. "Why do you keep repeating my talk?" I questioned. "Talk, talk, talk," the echo said. "Do you want someone to talk to you?" I implied "You, you, you," he said. I remain quiet for a bit, waiting for the voice to come. Seconds passed, and then minutes; the silence was whole. I dared to ask, "Why so quiet?" "Quiet, quiet, quiet," it replied. "I'm sorry, I won't talk." "Talk, talk, talk," it said. What do you want me to say?" "Say, say, say." "I think I'd better go." "Go, go, go." "Then, goodbye." "Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye." "Before I leave, who are you?" "You, you, you." Then, I realized that was my voice echoing. And I woke up after that.

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She might be a ghost or something like that coming and going leaving no trace. She's always in a hurry no stopping anywhere walking or running like she competes in a race. She talks to nobody sometimes talks too much Some days she lives in silence without even showing her face. They call her a mermaid maybe noticing her shape She possesses a name But I don't want to be said. She messes with my sleep and plays with my mind Perhaps it is my illusion that ties me in her lace.

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Feb 16

Feb 16, 2026 at 11:52 PM UTC

She (an illusion or a ghost)

She might be a ghost or something like that coming and going leaving no trace. She's always in a hurry no stopping anywhere walking or running like she competes in a race. She talks to nobody sometimes talks too much Some days she lives in silence without even showing her face. They call her a mermaid maybe noticing her shape She possesses a name But I don't want to be said. She messes with my sleep and plays with my mind Perhaps it is my illusion that ties me in her lace.

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Soft rock; smooth music filling the air. A gentle nostalgia that makes thoughts wander more than usual. A sweet presence flutters around the spectrum. Not physically, just a simple spark of imagination, that one that turns ordinary moments into small echoes. A good moment for the brain to daydream and float, defying the heavy gravity. Couples coming and going, filling the sidewalks with muffled chatter that breaks the quiet one dives into. A few laughs coming from who knows where, nothing remarkable. When all that passes, the surroundings become even quieter than before. Mowing the lawn, folding the laundry, reading a little of something that one can’t quite remember now. Simple tasks. Repetitive motions. But beneath them, questions kept circling: What if things had been different? What if the timing, the courage, or fate had shifted just a little? Would this day have felt less empty? Less sad and nostalgic? Nobody has an answer. Only the music, the chores, and the quietness that sometimes aches recreate a scene of another version of this life.

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Feb 12

Feb 12, 2026 at 11:40 PM UTC

Another version of life.

Soft rock; smooth music filling the air. A gentle nostalgia that makes thoughts wander more than usual. A sweet presence flutters around the spectrum. Not physically, just a simple spark of imagination, that one that turns ordinary moments into small echoes. A good moment for the brain to daydream and float, defying the heavy gravity. Couples coming and going, filling the sidewalks with muffled chatter that breaks the quiet one dives into. A few laughs coming from who knows where, nothing remarkable. When all that passes, the surroundings become even quieter than before. Mowing the lawn, folding the laundry, reading a little of something that one can’t quite remember now. Simple tasks. Repetitive motions. But beneath them, questions kept circling: What if things had been different? What if the timing, the courage, or fate had shifted just a little? Would this day have felt less empty? Less sad and nostalgic? Nobody has an answer. Only the music, the chores, and the quietness that sometimes aches recreate a scene of another version of this life.

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I wasn't born this tall I grow I wasn't born this old I've gathered years that's all Life started from the bottom crawling as a baby uncontrollably running as a toddler so I grow up one never reaches the top 'cause we're tiny little rascals all our hands don't rise too high at all step by step moving ahead forward but never upward backward just to check what we left behind We must be aware, friends No one owns the sky only God does He's supreme! Although some look down on us they don't own the clouds They started from the bottom as we also did.

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Feb 7

Feb 7, 2026 at 11:38 PM UTC

From the bottom

I wasn't born this tall I grow I wasn't born this old I've gathered years that's all Life started from the bottom crawling as a baby uncontrollably running as a toddler so I grow up one never reaches the top 'cause we're tiny little rascals all our hands don't rise too high at all step by step moving ahead forward but never upward backward just to check what we left behind We must be aware, friends No one owns the sky only God does He's supreme! Although some look down on us they don't own the clouds They started from the bottom as we also did.

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Going to work every day I have to make a stop at the gate. A US Marine checks my badge He wishes a good day. That's all, every single day. Nothing changes Same ritual every day That's the routine. They salute me I salute them back Respectfully, by the way. One day like those One of them asked What GAntoO meant. Each syllable initiates each stanza in this poem. The first syllable is for my name Gerardo. The rest goes for my middle name Antonio. I'm not insane leave me alone I beg.

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Feb 3

Feb 3, 2026 at 11:03 PM UTC

GAntoO

Going to work every day I have to make a stop at the gate. A US Marine checks my badge He wishes a good day. That's all, every single day. Nothing changes Same ritual every day That's the routine. They salute me I salute them back Respectfully, by the way. One day like those One of them asked What GAntoO meant. Each syllable initiates each stanza in this poem. The first syllable is for my name Gerardo. The rest goes for my middle name Antonio. I'm not insane leave me alone I beg.

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The sun is gone The night has come The cowboy’s song joins the darkness with its sound While we wait for another day to come. A new day will come While the dark has gone the sun arrives on the horizon Its shine spreading over the sky upon.

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Feb 1

Feb 1, 2026 at 10:57 PM UTC

From Sunset to Sunshine

The sun is gone The night has come The cowboy’s song joins the darkness with its sound While we wait for another day to come. A new day will come While the dark has gone the sun arrives on the horizon Its shine spreading over the sky upon.

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I miss you. Since I met you, you’ve become indispensable Because your absence feels like losing air Because your distance slips into me like a dagger. I long for you Since the last time I saw your smile up close Since your image faded into the distance Since even your gentle gait began to blur in my memory. Your absence hurts me Like a wound that refuses to close Like thorns pressing into a tender heart Like claws tightening around my veins.

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Jan 30

Jan 30, 2026 at 10:50 PM UTC

I miss you

I miss you. Since I met you, you’ve become indispensable Because your absence feels like losing air Because your distance slips into me like a dagger. I long for you Since the last time I saw your smile up close Since your image faded into the distance Since even your gentle gait began to blur in my memory. Your absence hurts me Like a wound that refuses to close Like thorns pressing into a tender heart Like claws tightening around my veins.

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As you gently open your beautiful eyes, you see me beside you while I still sleep, and as I feel your soft hands caressing my face, I slowly awaken and smile at you. While you were asleep and almost awake, you heard the soft trill of birds in the distance, announcing the dawn, and a very subtle breeze brushed against your smooth skin. My still-sleepy eyes gaze upon your lovely face, and your smile makes me tremble with love. How much beauty you radiate!

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Jan 29

Jan 29, 2026 at 11:32 PM UTC

Waking up beside you!

As you gently open your beautiful eyes, you see me beside you while I still sleep, and as I feel your soft hands caressing my face, I slowly awaken and smile at you. While you were asleep and almost awake, you heard the soft trill of birds in the distance, announcing the dawn, and a very subtle breeze brushed against your smooth skin. My still-sleepy eyes gaze upon your lovely face, and your smile makes me tremble with love. How much beauty you radiate!

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Something that bothers us while we sleep, Have you felt something similar? Waking in the middle of the night Just to realize how old you are? Thinking how close the next age is and how far your last age was. When will we die? Where will we be after that? Feeling comfortable just thinking how good the rest would be. Feeling depressed and sad, thinking about those who love you. What are they going to feel? Why these thoughts? Why do they come in the middle of the night? How do they dare interrupt my sleep? Please! Go away! Let my sleep take control What comes next is what will matter.

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Jan 26

Jan 26, 2026 at 11:00 PM UTC

Depressing Thoughts!

Something that bothers us while we sleep, Have you felt something similar? Waking in the middle of the night Just to realize how old you are? Thinking how close the next age is and how far your last age was. When will we die? Where will we be after that? Feeling comfortable just thinking how good the rest would be. Feeling depressed and sad, thinking about those who love you. What are they going to feel? Why these thoughts? Why do they come in the middle of the night? How do they dare interrupt my sleep? Please! Go away! Let my sleep take control What comes next is what will matter.

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