Henley - Hello Poetry

Let down so many times I've finally turnt into soil Out of my ashes rises another Fruit with no toil No sacrifice, no bad advice To lead it astray While it of my merits, I see no advance or gain I've had to learn to not be betrayed Instead, I gaze upon its splendor Smile, and remember: That I am, as a matter of fact, Soil.

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Jun 29, 2023

Jun 29, 2023 at 12:23 PM UTC

soil.

Let down so many times I've finally turnt into soil Out of my ashes rises another Fruit with no toil No sacrifice, no bad advice To lead it astray While it of my merits, I see no advance or gain I've had to learn to not be betrayed Instead, I gaze upon its splendor Smile, and remember: That I am, as a matter of fact, Soil.

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I used to pray for water, Now I thirst for the wine My father foraged in the mud— The grapes don't fall from the vine I want it all. Everything's that's owed to me. What goes around, Comes around At least that's how it's supposed to be.

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Jun 12, 2022

Jun 12, 2022 at 10:52 PM UTC

Greed

I used to pray for water, Now I thirst for the wine My father foraged in the mud— The grapes don't fall from the vine I want it all. Everything's that's owed to me. What goes around, Comes around At least that's how it's supposed to be.

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I still listen to the playlist you sent me I hate that I love it I hate I've still got it I hate I'm not wanted by You. Boys don't cry So I die to these songs— Numbers don't lie So I'll write to my wrongs And every time I start to feel the "Woe is me's" strong, I'll reflect instead Upon all the times I was the one devoid of respect I know better but I'm no better, I don't deserve to be bitter I deserve to be sorry.

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Sep 15, 2020

Sep 15, 2020 at 10:36 PM UTC

sorry

I still listen to the playlist you sent me I hate that I love it I hate I've still got it I hate I'm not wanted by You. Boys don't cry So I die to these songs— Numbers don't lie So I'll write to my wrongs And every time I start to feel the "Woe is me's" strong, I'll reflect instead Upon all the times I was the one devoid of respect I know better but I'm no better, I don't deserve to be bitter I deserve to be sorry.

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I spend my downtime digging holes that five fifths couldn't fill Snakes and serpents in my grass don't hisssss But they **** Still digging, digging To find how deep the self-hatred goes When I finally reach the bottom of the pit, I'll let you know But you'll never really know. Not unless you're down here with me— And you're not. It's me verse the world. I rehearse my curses And inverse my pearls I clam up, clamp shut And let darkness unfurl so dark, So Dark But I can still see the stars I also see that they're all yours And not ours I don't see the light nor do I feel the guilt I hark the barters of midnight And watch the eyes in the hills; Geminis cry for more heighth While my wrists mine for stilts We pray and prey in the forest for more, and more, and more mills But the trees don't fall.

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Jul 17, 2020

Jul 17, 2020 at 12:41 AM UTC

Preying in the forest...

I spend my downtime digging holes that five fifths couldn't fill Snakes and serpents in my grass don't hisssss But they **** Still digging, digging To find how deep the self-hatred goes When I finally reach the bottom of the pit, I'll let you know But you'll never really know. Not unless you're down here with me— And you're not. It's me verse the world. I rehearse my curses And inverse my pearls I clam up, clamp shut And let darkness unfurl so dark, So Dark But I can still see the stars I also see that they're all yours And not ours I don't see the light nor do I feel the guilt I hark the barters of midnight And watch the eyes in the hills; Geminis cry for more heighth While my wrists mine for stilts We pray and prey in the forest for more, and more, and more mills But the trees don't fall.

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I used to be Sisyphus— but now I'm the rock. I go where the tide goes, and I'll stop when it stops I promise. I remember when prayers were short and the wish lists were long When the world told me I was null And it used to be wrong

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May 21, 2020

May 21, 2020 at 11:26 PM UTC

I Promise.

I used to be Sisyphus— but now I'm the rock. I go where the tide goes, and I'll stop when it stops I promise. I remember when prayers were short and the wish lists were long When the world told me I was null And it used to be wrong

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Who knew this would be 22? 2 haunted by the past 2 look forward They told me I just needed some more, But I disagree I sprained my ankle in forest; I saw the fallen trees Running from the shadows 'Til I found out they were me I'm never free. I'm never me.

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Apr 25, 2020

Apr 25, 2020 at 12:03 AM UTC

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Who knew this would be 22? 2 haunted by the past 2 look forward They told me I just needed some more, But I disagree I sprained my ankle in forest; I saw the fallen trees Running from the shadows 'Til I found out they were me I'm never free. I'm never me.

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i'd jump every moon, and wrap their heads with stars for You **** on their tombs, spread their ashes on mars for You tend to every papercut and scar for You; then make paper regret the day he tried to spar with You if You were mine and i were Yours, i'd need no out or space unfortunate for me, unrequited love becomes so commonplace when you need more than mirrors to put a smile on your face i bring You flowers, You ask me: "where's the vase?" what a shame.

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Apr 3, 2020

Apr 3, 2020 at 6:08 PM UTC

Palo Alto

i'd jump every moon, and wrap their heads with stars for You **** on their tombs, spread their ashes on mars for You tend to every papercut and scar for You; then make paper regret the day he tried to spar with You if You were mine and i were Yours, i'd need no out or space unfortunate for me, unrequited love becomes so commonplace when you need more than mirrors to put a smile on your face i bring You flowers, You ask me: "where's the vase?" what a shame.

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There ain't a single **** star that feels me. Neither do the toucans and hummingbirds, This picture's worth a hundred words. My pitcher was a funnel first; If it was half-empty, I'd be somersaulting, shook and stirred High off life Instead of hiding my face from the sky, A little birdie tells me, "it won't be alright." I change the covers of these books, 'Cause that's as far as you'll look But I'll write in invisible ink just in case. Then laugh about how I've managed to paint and erase Simultaneously The only one who I amaze is me. One-hundred.

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Mar 28, 2020

Mar 28, 2020 at 11:10 PM UTC

One-Hundred

There ain't a single **** star that feels me. Neither do the toucans and hummingbirds, This picture's worth a hundred words. My pitcher was a funnel first; If it was half-empty, I'd be somersaulting, shook and stirred High off life Instead of hiding my face from the sky, A little birdie tells me, "it won't be alright." I change the covers of these books, 'Cause that's as far as you'll look But I'll write in invisible ink just in case. Then laugh about how I've managed to paint and erase Simultaneously The only one who I amaze is me. One-hundred.

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I was afraid to infect others way before the virus I took the path less traveled 'cause the former wasn't lifeless And I need silence. I need an escape, A refuge from my eyelids The only time I need help, you call in sick.

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Mar 18, 2020

Mar 18, 2020 at 4:54 PM UTC

social distance

I was afraid to infect others way before the virus I took the path less traveled 'cause the former wasn't lifeless And I need silence. I need an escape, A refuge from my eyelids The only time I need help, you call in sick.

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Lately, I've come to grips with the consequence Of being a deeply closeted optimist; My outer self is the opposite: The birds jeer me For the wind steers me, Knocks me down with a flick; At least the flowers are pretty.

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Mar 15, 2020

Mar 15, 2020 at 1:33 AM UTC

Lately

Lately, I've come to grips with the consequence Of being a deeply closeted optimist; My outer self is the opposite: The birds jeer me For the wind steers me, Knocks me down with a flick; At least the flowers are pretty.

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