InSearchForWords - Hello Poetry

You made me embrace- What I thought I would never graze. Through your gaze, My chest burned the braise- Truly, they were all amazed. You knew just how to be cruel, Our affair felt like an duel- But that’s just our fuel, Isn’t it? Down on my knees, I have to admit- We would never break this habit, Following that little white rabbit, Falling down that hole, hypocrite- You were, Such a poser- Especially under brown liquor. I desperately cannot claim innocence, As I knew to well I should’ve had vigilance. No one can rewrite destiny- I begged hopelessly, For this to feel so lovely- For my recovery. As wise gods say, Most love affairs aren’t meant to stay- “Enjoy the journey, be grateful for the ending.”

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Jan 20

Jan 20, 2026 at 1:08 AM UTC

Enjoy The Journey, Be Grateful For The Ending

You made me embrace- What I thought I would never graze. Through your gaze, My chest burned the braise- Truly, they were all amazed. You knew just how to be cruel, Our affair felt like an duel- But that’s just our fuel, Isn’t it? Down on my knees, I have to admit- We would never break this habit, Following that little white rabbit, Falling down that hole, hypocrite- You were, Such a poser- Especially under brown liquor. I desperately cannot claim innocence, As I knew to well I should’ve had vigilance. No one can rewrite destiny- I begged hopelessly, For this to feel so lovely- For my recovery. As wise gods say, Most love affairs aren’t meant to stay- “Enjoy the journey, be grateful for the ending.”

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An artist's dominant hand, shows just how passionate he is about his art.

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Jan 1

Jan 1, 2026 at 4:33 PM UTC

Passion Beats Talent.

An artist's dominant hand, shows just how passionate he is about his art.

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There’s a whole world out there, Don’t stop at the small city you first walked in. Bless your eyes- teach your head- tire out your legs- rest your heart, Live a little.

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Dec 20, 2025

Dec 20, 2025 at 5:59 PM UTC

There’s Nothing To Lose, And A Whole World To See.

There’s a whole world out there, Don’t stop at the small city you first walked in. Bless your eyes- teach your head- tire out your legs- rest your heart, Live a little.

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She'll always run far away- It'll look like a well-planned coup, Because that's what a bolter will always do, You know, she gets on her knees and pretends to pray. While she stays, She'll do it all, fall in love, fall behind, make mistakes- leave such a disastrous trail in her wake. She should know better, See clearer, You'll soon learn- you cannot fix some girl who doesn't want to get better. Lost alone in the woods, She patches her own wounds- wishing it would end for good, Thinking of her smoked-filled afternoons. You'll despise, disown and loathe her for the time being, Just like the others who've crossed her path- they'll all nod, agreeing, "Her heart must be black!" They won't ever understand- Life has spoken to her, rather rudely. You'll beg for the earth to suffocate her, While she's crying for the sky to give her wings- make her land on a forgiving planet, Where only traitors get to hear the bell who rings- where bolters can't hurt- where crumbling souls aren't martyrs- where the locked gates only open for tired monsters.

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Dec 19, 2025

Dec 19, 2025 at 12:57 AM UTC

You Know She's A Monster

She'll always run far away- It'll look like a well-planned coup, Because that's what a bolter will always do, You know, she gets on her knees and pretends to pray. While she stays, She'll do it all, fall in love, fall behind, make mistakes- leave such a disastrous trail in her wake. She should know better, See clearer, You'll soon learn- you cannot fix some girl who doesn't want to get better. Lost alone in the woods, She patches her own wounds- wishing it would end for good, Thinking of her smoked-filled afternoons. You'll despise, disown and loathe her for the time being, Just like the others who've crossed her path- they'll all nod, agreeing, "Her heart must be black!" They won't ever understand- Life has spoken to her, rather rudely. You'll beg for the earth to suffocate her, While she's crying for the sky to give her wings- make her land on a forgiving planet, Where only traitors get to hear the bell who rings- where bolters can't hurt- where crumbling souls aren't martyrs- where the locked gates only open for tired monsters.

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We weren’t us- On that cruising ship next to the shining tower, Our wildest fantasies were fed by all those who worshipped them lovers. But I just couldn’t do anything, And you should’ve said something. Maybe we didn’t read the same manuscript, But as a recall- eyes don’t lie? I hope that my praise still haunts you Baby yours turned me voodoo. Why couldn’t you seek me? Why couldn’t you just lie to me? But now it’s too late, You’ve put me in your ivy cage- now I’m sedate, Trying to cut the vines- you kept watering them. You ruined my plans, Had the audacity- to leave me, To put back all the shreds- The broken glass together. You buried me while my chest was still moving Shame- not that you’d know what it means.

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Dec 17, 2025

Dec 17, 2025 at 8:44 AM UTC

We Weren't Us, Shame Indeed.

We weren’t us- On that cruising ship next to the shining tower, Our wildest fantasies were fed by all those who worshipped them lovers. But I just couldn’t do anything, And you should’ve said something. Maybe we didn’t read the same manuscript, But as a recall- eyes don’t lie? I hope that my praise still haunts you Baby yours turned me voodoo. Why couldn’t you seek me? Why couldn’t you just lie to me? But now it’s too late, You’ve put me in your ivy cage- now I’m sedate, Trying to cut the vines- you kept watering them. You ruined my plans, Had the audacity- to leave me, To put back all the shreds- The broken glass together. You buried me while my chest was still moving Shame- not that you’d know what it means.

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The one that could’ve been. Asleep in the corner of my mind- rest the dreamed memories, That felt like I only, read the scripts. Maybe it didn’t help that I run away from everything that resembles you, But what if I was waiting for the original- not a copy? Because you’ll always be the one that could’ve been. How is it that you saw something in everyone but me, How is it that the blood rushed to my cheeks- every time you let your thoughts leak? Because you’ll always be the one that could’ve been- and should’ve been- and would’ve been, If you looked over at me, And felt an ounce of pity. If you did, you should’ve picked me up, Like you did that October night- All dressed up in suits and ties. Life goes on, so the book is over, But I cannot seem to stop rewriting- Because not all good books have a happy ending. But li’l make copies- Different endings- Different friends- A different guy. Just so I can close the books of unsaid poems, Pages weary and shedding. Because, it should’ve been, Would’ve been, And could’ve been- If you were who you pretend to be.

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Dec 17, 2025

Dec 17, 2025 at 8:33 AM UTC

The One That Could've Been

The one that could’ve been. Asleep in the corner of my mind- rest the dreamed memories, That felt like I only, read the scripts. Maybe it didn’t help that I run away from everything that resembles you, But what if I was waiting for the original- not a copy? Because you’ll always be the one that could’ve been. How is it that you saw something in everyone but me, How is it that the blood rushed to my cheeks- every time you let your thoughts leak? Because you’ll always be the one that could’ve been- and should’ve been- and would’ve been, If you looked over at me, And felt an ounce of pity. If you did, you should’ve picked me up, Like you did that October night- All dressed up in suits and ties. Life goes on, so the book is over, But I cannot seem to stop rewriting- Because not all good books have a happy ending. But li’l make copies- Different endings- Different friends- A different guy. Just so I can close the books of unsaid poems, Pages weary and shedding. Because, it should’ve been, Would’ve been, And could’ve been- If you were who you pretend to be.

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You could have all the knowledge in the world, Know about all the famous writers, Poets, Artists, Sculptors, Musicians, And every single person who dared mark history. But if your a stranger to love, Intimacy, Sweet whispers, Intertwined hands, Then you really know nothing.

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Dec 17, 2025

Dec 17, 2025 at 8:18 AM UTC

Stranger Danger

You could have all the knowledge in the world, Know about all the famous writers, Poets, Artists, Sculptors, Musicians, And every single person who dared mark history. But if your a stranger to love, Intimacy, Sweet whispers, Intertwined hands, Then you really know nothing.

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Was the whole thing false? Did you really enjoy seeing me like this? Unable to find a pulse, Impossible to see what I missed. Was the knife double sided- Or were the tears in your eyes another rope you could tighten around me? Cutting little bits of myself- so I could fit into the sharp corners of ur perfect boxes. You held my hand above the trenches- With a shovel in the other and dirt on your face, And I felt bad for Mary-Jane waiting for you back home. Does she know about the “why you did it”? I wish I’d know how to get out of bed I wish I’d fight you on it I wish I did something. Butterflies never flew for you, And you never let me forget it. You proud man- you selfish traitor- you little boy. I grew up, All those scars made me smarter, You can’t grow if you don’t bleed first. I stopped counting what was fair- and what wasn’t. Got tired of giving you points over your past, The knife in your chest- can’t give you a reason for mine in my back. A victim’s victim is still a martyr, But don’t you know? Not everything fits under the rug, Blood stains your halo, None of us will ever truly wash it off, you know.

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Dec 17, 2025

Dec 17, 2025 at 8:12 AM UTC

Dear Y

Was the whole thing false? Did you really enjoy seeing me like this? Unable to find a pulse, Impossible to see what I missed. Was the knife double sided- Or were the tears in your eyes another rope you could tighten around me? Cutting little bits of myself- so I could fit into the sharp corners of ur perfect boxes. You held my hand above the trenches- With a shovel in the other and dirt on your face, And I felt bad for Mary-Jane waiting for you back home. Does she know about the “why you did it”? I wish I’d know how to get out of bed I wish I’d fight you on it I wish I did something. Butterflies never flew for you, And you never let me forget it. You proud man- you selfish traitor- you little boy. I grew up, All those scars made me smarter, You can’t grow if you don’t bleed first. I stopped counting what was fair- and what wasn’t. Got tired of giving you points over your past, The knife in your chest- can’t give you a reason for mine in my back. A victim’s victim is still a martyr, But don’t you know? Not everything fits under the rug, Blood stains your halo, None of us will ever truly wash it off, you know.

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In another life, She looks at me with dark eyes full of desire, Nervously laugh with her tinted lips and straight teeth, Her freckles move up and down her face as she talks. She talks- and talks, And I stand- and listen. She asks me, Tells me why her eyes travel, Her heart is full of hope and hesitation, I can see it trough her eyes. In another life, We’re not chained to bells and crosses in uniforms- I don’t **** the slow-burning fire her heart seems to burn in. The potion makes me brave, The poison fills my veins, My beating soul isn’t filled with prejudice- my head makes up the difference between uncertainty and adventure. In another life, My foot changes paths- takes a leap of faith, I kiss her. Right here and then. In another life, That’s how it happens. All because, Youth is the beauty of hoping- and dreaming- of a greater picture, But not doing a thing about it. And so and so, All I ever was- I ever will be, Was unchanged- Unfazed- Untouched, Unloved.

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Dec 17, 2025

Dec 17, 2025 at 8:00 AM UTC

In Another Life

In another life, She looks at me with dark eyes full of desire, Nervously laugh with her tinted lips and straight teeth, Her freckles move up and down her face as she talks. She talks- and talks, And I stand- and listen. She asks me, Tells me why her eyes travel, Her heart is full of hope and hesitation, I can see it trough her eyes. In another life, We’re not chained to bells and crosses in uniforms- I don’t **** the slow-burning fire her heart seems to burn in. The potion makes me brave, The poison fills my veins, My beating soul isn’t filled with prejudice- my head makes up the difference between uncertainty and adventure. In another life, My foot changes paths- takes a leap of faith, I kiss her. Right here and then. In another life, That’s how it happens. All because, Youth is the beauty of hoping- and dreaming- of a greater picture, But not doing a thing about it. And so and so, All I ever was- I ever will be, Was unchanged- Unfazed- Untouched, Unloved.

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Midas should envy thy, For i’ve bore something worth far more than gold. Fingertips of old flesh, The cannot look, Yet, the can touch Decades pass- Thy as well Yet- Marks, Proof, Legends, Warnings, Loves, Cling to eternal walls, Endless libraries- The tales of history, Would the know nothing and anything? For the five shadows, trace of hands, Make the understand- The touch of a hand, Most permanent than bone- Most honest than stone, Outlives bodies that once were homes. Kings’s kingdoms crumble to dust- Scholars’s writings fades to rust, Yet-pressed upon the world, we trust, Simple act, the human must- Reach, Hold, Leave behind, Gentle ghosts of humankind, And ever lasting loves- Whom from which the longs for.

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Dec 14, 2025

Dec 14, 2025 at 1:37 PM UTC

Chronicles Of The Palm

Midas should envy thy, For i’ve bore something worth far more than gold. Fingertips of old flesh, The cannot look, Yet, the can touch Decades pass- Thy as well Yet- Marks, Proof, Legends, Warnings, Loves, Cling to eternal walls, Endless libraries- The tales of history, Would the know nothing and anything? For the five shadows, trace of hands, Make the understand- The touch of a hand, Most permanent than bone- Most honest than stone, Outlives bodies that once were homes. Kings’s kingdoms crumble to dust- Scholars’s writings fades to rust, Yet-pressed upon the world, we trust, Simple act, the human must- Reach, Hold, Leave behind, Gentle ghosts of humankind, And ever lasting loves- Whom from which the longs for.

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