Ilovechocolatemilk13 - Hello Poetry

She was a menace — The eldest daughter in her prime. Can’t you see this? To live vibrantly was her favourite crime. Misunderstood beneath the willow’s weight, Haunted by lovers past, She longed for freedom, always late — Self-preservation, always came last. Rising from the onyx hue, Everything seemed grey and blue, Isn’t it true? At this age, she has no clue? Praying with the wishbone by her side, Under the midnight sky, She wished for the sky to turn opalite.

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Nov 10, 2025

Nov 10, 2025 at 12:54 PM UTC

eldest Daughter

She was a menace — The eldest daughter in her prime. Can’t you see this? To live vibrantly was her favourite crime. Misunderstood beneath the willow’s weight, Haunted by lovers past, She longed for freedom, always late — Self-preservation, always came last. Rising from the onyx hue, Everything seemed grey and blue, Isn’t it true? At this age, she has no clue? Praying with the wishbone by her side, Under the midnight sky, She wished for the sky to turn opalite.

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(Moving on) Oh, here we go again, The voices in my head, Masquerading as a friend, behind a veil of vain, My mood shifts to absolute dread. The idea of a fresh start, Breaking free from the facade, The rise of my overthinking part, Oh, how everything starts to break apart. (A fresh start) The sun is bright, warm and the time moves slow, Insecurities buried deep in coffins made of yew, In hopes I’d make it to the afterglow, I made it to you. (Holding it together) The black sheep of the lot, The story is now written, what’s the point of it all, Water boiling in the *** All of my buried fears, scalding as they fall. (Breaking point) As I shift from the anti-hero to the villain, I watch as my castles crumble down from a mile, Nothing left to gain, Tears streak down my plastic smile. (The confrontation) My fears hollow me out, Every fibre of my being, rejecting the new day , The silence as I shout, Have I gone astray? (The Afterglow) I’m the problem it’s me, Figuring myself out and fixing the self-inflicted scars, Am I free? What is in my stars?

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May 16, 2025

May 16, 2025 at 5:34 AM UTC

A better tomorrow?

(Moving on) Oh, here we go again, The voices in my head, Masquerading as a friend, behind a veil of vain, My mood shifts to absolute dread. The idea of a fresh start, Breaking free from the facade, The rise of my overthinking part, Oh, how everything starts to break apart. (A fresh start) The sun is bright, warm and the time moves slow, Insecurities buried deep in coffins made of yew, In hopes I’d make it to the afterglow, I made it to you. (Holding it together) The black sheep of the lot, The story is now written, what’s the point of it all, Water boiling in the *** All of my buried fears, scalding as they fall. (Breaking point) As I shift from the anti-hero to the villain, I watch as my castles crumble down from a mile, Nothing left to gain, Tears streak down my plastic smile. (The confrontation) My fears hollow me out, Every fibre of my being, rejecting the new day , The silence as I shout, Have I gone astray? (The Afterglow) I’m the problem it’s me, Figuring myself out and fixing the self-inflicted scars, Am I free? What is in my stars?

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The void, Its emptiness, fills my sense of self with nothing Dark , its expanse as the midnight sky Rules my emotions, like a king I fight with the darkness for a sweet escape, but it tones down to just a futile try. Come one, come all, it’s happening again Pushing away people, as I make my descent I walk down the dammed lane The blood moon forming a crescent. Tantalising thoughts howl like a wolf at the moon The feed on my trepid soul The darkness is devoured, a void left like a boon. Wandering through the road, with not a goal. A flicker of hope, Then lends you a rope. It beams you up, a classic Trope. It fills your void with what you think is good, But you drown in water like no one should. Drowning makes me breathe again, a fresh new perspective. Frau Trude works like an antiseptic.

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May 5, 2025

May 5, 2025 at 2:41 AM UTC

The Void

The void, Its emptiness, fills my sense of self with nothing Dark , its expanse as the midnight sky Rules my emotions, like a king I fight with the darkness for a sweet escape, but it tones down to just a futile try. Come one, come all, it’s happening again Pushing away people, as I make my descent I walk down the dammed lane The blood moon forming a crescent. Tantalising thoughts howl like a wolf at the moon The feed on my trepid soul The darkness is devoured, a void left like a boon. Wandering through the road, with not a goal. A flicker of hope, Then lends you a rope. It beams you up, a classic Trope. It fills your void with what you think is good, But you drown in water like no one should. Drowning makes me breathe again, a fresh new perspective. Frau Trude works like an antiseptic.

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Forgive me Peter, tensions blare like flames of a heater. You said, that the time’s ill, But it came off as your free will. Unbeknownst, we were put to withstand the test of time, Did you really give up on us in our prime? What once was as bejewelled as a cosmic star, Is now drowning in the wine at the bar. The story of us, preserved in cedar closets Accessed by the one left behind, a tortured marionette. Denial disguised as hope, the thought of when you return. But now you’re 25 and farewell’s all I wrote, A void engulfs my radiant glow, I watch my fantasy wither, then burn. Acceptance is moving on, But pain strikes deep, as the new day is born. It’s time I realise, The shelf life of those fantasies have expired, My life - a tragic satire.

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May 4, 2025

May 4, 2025 at 11:07 AM UTC

Peter

Forgive me Peter, tensions blare like flames of a heater. You said, that the time’s ill, But it came off as your free will. Unbeknownst, we were put to withstand the test of time, Did you really give up on us in our prime? What once was as bejewelled as a cosmic star, Is now drowning in the wine at the bar. The story of us, preserved in cedar closets Accessed by the one left behind, a tortured marionette. Denial disguised as hope, the thought of when you return. But now you’re 25 and farewell’s all I wrote, A void engulfs my radiant glow, I watch my fantasy wither, then burn. Acceptance is moving on, But pain strikes deep, as the new day is born. It’s time I realise, The shelf life of those fantasies have expired, My life - a tragic satire.

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The queen reigns in her crimson glory, A life she lives, an endless allegory. She shows her cards, though her heart is pained, The queen of hearts, the name now stained. The joker’s act, turns The Queen’s frown, He sees her hand, let the crown slip down. He played his cards, to make her smile, But, for she is lost stuck in exile. Tale as old as time, When women love, it is considered a crime. This is not an ordinary tale, Where the queen hides beneath her veil. She rises from her sorrow’s shade To love, to live not to fade. Pleased by the Joker’s play, She invites him in, as dinner is laid. In her mind,an invisible string, Bound The King and The Queen, in an infinite ring. Yet, fate had woven as different scene- It was The Joker and The Queen

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Mar 11, 2025

Mar 11, 2025 at 3:01 PM UTC

The Joker & The Queen

The queen reigns in her crimson glory, A life she lives, an endless allegory. She shows her cards, though her heart is pained, The queen of hearts, the name now stained. The joker’s act, turns The Queen’s frown, He sees her hand, let the crown slip down. He played his cards, to make her smile, But, for she is lost stuck in exile. Tale as old as time, When women love, it is considered a crime. This is not an ordinary tale, Where the queen hides beneath her veil. She rises from her sorrow’s shade To love, to live not to fade. Pleased by the Joker’s play, She invites him in, as dinner is laid. In her mind,an invisible string, Bound The King and The Queen, in an infinite ring. Yet, fate had woven as different scene- It was The Joker and The Queen

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Screaming so loud, Yet no one hears a sound. Drowning in sorrow’s I feel tied, Was everything I wanted just a lie? Sculpting myself in the dark, Fighting not to fall apart. But when I was drowning, I learned to breathe, Is wanting happiness a dream or just greed? I’m the problem, Known to all, Is finally time for my imaginary empire to fall.

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Mar 11, 2025

Mar 11, 2025 at 5:57 AM UTC

Rebirth.

Screaming so loud, Yet no one hears a sound. Drowning in sorrow’s I feel tied, Was everything I wanted just a lie? Sculpting myself in the dark, Fighting not to fall apart. But when I was drowning, I learned to breathe, Is wanting happiness a dream or just greed? I’m the problem, Known to all, Is finally time for my imaginary empire to fall.

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Bejeweled, the peacock in her feathery glory, Enchants each passerby to tell her story. Her way with words, allures them all, She gleams with pride; she stands tall. A woodpecker, wears its crimson crown, Its artistry turns down a frown. Builds his home, upon a log, Persists through rain or fog. Peacock teaches the woodpecker its wicked game, Gives the woodpecker a taste of fame. Woodpecker works day and night, Threatens the peacock, gives her a fright. The woodpecker, praised for his newfound grace, Notices the peacock, disdain on her face. He asks her softly , the cause of her dismay, Her voice cold and dead, begins to say. “Your craft is weak, yet you think it’s great? You still have time, it’s not to late. If I see it again, it'll drive me mad, Oh, honey! Its the truth, aren’t they all bad?” Woodpecker stunned, as she keeps saying more, Feels his crown fall on the floor. With care for his pride, He ponders and delves into a stride. He says- “Insecurity buried deep—that’s fine. But why must you extinguish your friends’ shine.” Speaking less but saying more, He flies off to a better shore.

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Feb 26, 2025

Feb 26, 2025 at 12:15 AM UTC

Crimson Laced Feathers

Bejeweled, the peacock in her feathery glory, Enchants each passerby to tell her story. Her way with words, allures them all, She gleams with pride; she stands tall. A woodpecker, wears its crimson crown, Its artistry turns down a frown. Builds his home, upon a log, Persists through rain or fog. Peacock teaches the woodpecker its wicked game, Gives the woodpecker a taste of fame. Woodpecker works day and night, Threatens the peacock, gives her a fright. The woodpecker, praised for his newfound grace, Notices the peacock, disdain on her face. He asks her softly , the cause of her dismay, Her voice cold and dead, begins to say. “Your craft is weak, yet you think it’s great? You still have time, it’s not to late. If I see it again, it'll drive me mad, Oh, honey! Its the truth, aren’t they all bad?” Woodpecker stunned, as she keeps saying more, Feels his crown fall on the floor. With care for his pride, He ponders and delves into a stride. He says- “Insecurity buried deep—that’s fine. But why must you extinguish your friends’ shine.” Speaking less but saying more, He flies off to a better shore.

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Lingering in the dark side, She just blew my mind, My brain waves all fried, Sanity lost, too far to find. I dream of busting chains, Throwing my life down the cliffs, to the ocean rocks. My soul now in your reigns, Bound,Buried & Chained in a box. My visions wild, Fantasising a life away, Heartbreak not so mild, I end up all alone and stray. In my Mind, my Initials chained around her neck, Tighter than the grasp of love and dread, Blinded in a hedge maze, reality unchecked, We’ve already done it in my head. Fiction and reality merge, I keep recalling you in vivid dreams, A messy little kiss it’s all that I urge, Lust flows in wicked streams. The river of lust, Sourced from fatal fantasies, As I drown deep in you, Giving into all the fancies. Bedsheets all ablaze, Screaming, hiding my face, Rising up like waves, Crashing over, leaving no trace. At last, a wishful yearn, Giving way to laboured breath, Will the tables turn, Our fate all set.

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Feb 23, 2025

Feb 23, 2025 at 10:31 AM UTC

Fictional Fantasies

Lingering in the dark side, She just blew my mind, My brain waves all fried, Sanity lost, too far to find. I dream of busting chains, Throwing my life down the cliffs, to the ocean rocks. My soul now in your reigns, Bound,Buried & Chained in a box. My visions wild, Fantasising a life away, Heartbreak not so mild, I end up all alone and stray. In my Mind, my Initials chained around her neck, Tighter than the grasp of love and dread, Blinded in a hedge maze, reality unchecked, We’ve already done it in my head. Fiction and reality merge, I keep recalling you in vivid dreams, A messy little kiss it’s all that I urge, Lust flows in wicked streams. The river of lust, Sourced from fatal fantasies, As I drown deep in you, Giving into all the fancies. Bedsheets all ablaze, Screaming, hiding my face, Rising up like waves, Crashing over, leaving no trace. At last, a wishful yearn, Giving way to laboured breath, Will the tables turn, Our fate all set.

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(The Spark) Two souls collide, in crowded halls, Strange, yet somehow,it felt home. Strangers pass, in their silk shawls, And just like that, I wrote you in all of my poems. (The Starting Point) Twin flames ignite, Blonde hair, blue eyes. Over burnt coffee, Did I get awarded a Trophy? (Rural Escape) Bustling crowds, devoid us of peaceful shrouds. Empty roads, simplicity calls, We drive away from the city. (First Cracks) Love grows, our guard blows. Souls bare, Chances of a scar, Oh! So very rare. But all fate does is wait and stare. (Boiling point) Wine-spilled on the rug, Shards of glass on the oakwood floor. Why my hands once so snug,did you pull away? My boat sunk, before it reached to your shore. (Shattered) I’m awaken with dread, Pounding nails in my head. Lost my home, to love’s cruel claim, Everything is gone, what a shame. (kintsugi) Flames subside, Pain resides. A new dawn breaks, A New Hope. A brand new day.

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Feb 18, 2025

Feb 18, 2025 at 2:56 PM UTC

Love Cycle

(The Spark) Two souls collide, in crowded halls, Strange, yet somehow,it felt home. Strangers pass, in their silk shawls, And just like that, I wrote you in all of my poems. (The Starting Point) Twin flames ignite, Blonde hair, blue eyes. Over burnt coffee, Did I get awarded a Trophy? (Rural Escape) Bustling crowds, devoid us of peaceful shrouds. Empty roads, simplicity calls, We drive away from the city. (First Cracks) Love grows, our guard blows. Souls bare, Chances of a scar, Oh! So very rare. But all fate does is wait and stare. (Boiling point) Wine-spilled on the rug, Shards of glass on the oakwood floor. Why my hands once so snug,did you pull away? My boat sunk, before it reached to your shore. (Shattered) I’m awaken with dread, Pounding nails in my head. Lost my home, to love’s cruel claim, Everything is gone, what a shame. (kintsugi) Flames subside, Pain resides. A new dawn breaks, A New Hope. A brand new day.

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Got a secret? Can you keep it? Bury it deep in your grave. Or I’ll knit a doll with ****** stitches, Stern vows and broken wishes— Bury it deep, or rot in the ditches. Turning from my trustful gaze, My thoughts twist through a thorny maze. Calculating your faith, As I sharpen my scathe. Voices rise, a cursed din, My ears trace every whispering sin. Giggles fade, joy is peeled, Just then, I know— Your fate is sealed. I wonder, Why do we commit our darkest deeds, then tell? The burn in our brains becomes a living hell. I know you’ll tell. I KNOW YOU’LL TELL. Heart racing, humanity fading, As I approach you, internally cascading. Silent night, stone-cold face. SUDDENLY— Burgundy flows, sins atoned for. My shirt stained, With the weight of what I now bore. No regret to shred, Only two can keep a secret when one of them is dead.

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Feb 18, 2025

Feb 18, 2025 at 9:05 AM UTC

Got a secret ?

Got a secret? Can you keep it? Bury it deep in your grave. Or I’ll knit a doll with ****** stitches, Stern vows and broken wishes— Bury it deep, or rot in the ditches. Turning from my trustful gaze, My thoughts twist through a thorny maze. Calculating your faith, As I sharpen my scathe. Voices rise, a cursed din, My ears trace every whispering sin. Giggles fade, joy is peeled, Just then, I know— Your fate is sealed. I wonder, Why do we commit our darkest deeds, then tell? The burn in our brains becomes a living hell. I know you’ll tell. I KNOW YOU’LL TELL. Heart racing, humanity fading, As I approach you, internally cascading. Silent night, stone-cold face. SUDDENLY— Burgundy flows, sins atoned for. My shirt stained, With the weight of what I now bore. No regret to shred, Only two can keep a secret when one of them is dead.

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