Jspoems - Hello Poetry

To the stars in the sky And to Ouranous, high above the moon To everything I hold dear- To these I bid adieu. To these, I say goodbye. Goodbye, my night sky. Goodbye, my glimmering stars. Goodbye, my Verdant Moon. All I want is to be free like you- All I want is your cosmic heart. I want to be a pile of stardust I want to be blown away I wish to let my human form crumble In order for me to be made anew To be turned into a nebulae Drifting into outer space. To the stars that lay beside me And to my everlasting moon To those, I say hello- To the world I bid adieu.

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Mar 24

Mar 24, 2026 at 5:34 PM UTC

Starry lives in the world above

To the stars in the sky And to Ouranous, high above the moon To everything I hold dear- To these I bid adieu. To these, I say goodbye. Goodbye, my night sky. Goodbye, my glimmering stars. Goodbye, my Verdant Moon. All I want is to be free like you- All I want is your cosmic heart. I want to be a pile of stardust I want to be blown away I wish to let my human form crumble In order for me to be made anew To be turned into a nebulae Drifting into outer space. To the stars that lay beside me And to my everlasting moon To those, I say hello- To the world I bid adieu.

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Though we both smile You bloom, as I wilt all the while. You are my favorite flower, But I am my least favorite plant. A parasitic **** sapping your nutrients, just... Trying desperately To stay alive. I cling to you like a leech, dying while you thrive- Yet, you smile once again at me I smile once again at you, You laugh, and then- You bloom. You are my favorite flower, But I am a deceitful, hated **** Yes, I am your deceitful favorite **** Yes, I am your favorite **** So come, share some more chlorophyll with me- I said, share that green blood with me... I want to live, my blooming flower. So, I'll surround your roots- And I'll rip you in two I'll tear out your heart So I can bloom.

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Mar 3

Mar 3, 2026 at 11:34 PM UTC

My Beloved, I'm a Lying ****

Though we both smile You bloom, as I wilt all the while. You are my favorite flower, But I am my least favorite plant. A parasitic **** sapping your nutrients, just... Trying desperately To stay alive. I cling to you like a leech, dying while you thrive- Yet, you smile once again at me I smile once again at you, You laugh, and then- You bloom. You are my favorite flower, But I am a deceitful, hated **** Yes, I am your deceitful favorite **** Yes, I am your favorite **** So come, share some more chlorophyll with me- I said, share that green blood with me... I want to live, my blooming flower. So, I'll surround your roots- And I'll rip you in two I'll tear out your heart So I can bloom.

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Though clouds may scatter I myself, am a cloud too. A faithful nimbus that's full of hope- Where all of my dreams sit, all of my dreams lay- They accumulate. A cloud I am, drifting with the wind easily Influenced by the perception that other people have of me. "It looks like cotton candy." "It looks like a rosebush." "It looks like an uprooted tree." I have no shape, I am what I am, I am me. I am a high-flying nimbus cloud, I am free.

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Mar 1

Mar 1, 2026 at 2:41 AM UTC

The Scattering Of Clouds

Though clouds may scatter I myself, am a cloud too. A faithful nimbus that's full of hope- Where all of my dreams sit, all of my dreams lay- They accumulate. A cloud I am, drifting with the wind easily Influenced by the perception that other people have of me. "It looks like cotton candy." "It looks like a rosebush." "It looks like an uprooted tree." I have no shape, I am what I am, I am me. I am a high-flying nimbus cloud, I am free.

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I want it back. I won't lie to you. I can't hide from you. Those eyes of yours, they bound me so- They bound me with strings and tight, painful ropes. Constricted, restricted, and still wondering why- Is it because I told you I wanted to look at the sky? Is it because my human pride Couldn't bear for me to live inside This world of yours that was built with lies- Where the only stars were the glint in your eyes- Or the sparkles from my tears? A caged bird I am, longing to be free Wanting, oh, so desperately My very own nest that's high up in a tree Away from your controlling captivity A place where I'd spread my wings A place where I'd let all my worries and pains pass me by, A place where I'd fly so high, that I'd never descend- And I'd never think of making amends. For who would apologize to the one who'd wronged them? With my freedom, I'd treasure it- And never let anyone take it away. But feather by feather, day by day, I felt my superficial freedom fade Like Icarus' pair of wings that day. Though Icarus laughed as he fell, I fell back into Hell. Bound once more by your steely eyes- Wrapped in chains from my neck to my thighs My back, it aches, and the skin's all tore- Such is a fitting punishment for those who yearn for more. Yet even if I were to lose my eyes, I'd never forget what that sense of freedom was like For the rest of my pathetic, trapped, and isolated life.

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Feb 25

Feb 25, 2026 at 7:24 AM UTC

Freedom in a world of lies

I want it back. I won't lie to you. I can't hide from you. Those eyes of yours, they bound me so- They bound me with strings and tight, painful ropes. Constricted, restricted, and still wondering why- Is it because I told you I wanted to look at the sky? Is it because my human pride Couldn't bear for me to live inside This world of yours that was built with lies- Where the only stars were the glint in your eyes- Or the sparkles from my tears? A caged bird I am, longing to be free Wanting, oh, so desperately My very own nest that's high up in a tree Away from your controlling captivity A place where I'd spread my wings A place where I'd let all my worries and pains pass me by, A place where I'd fly so high, that I'd never descend- And I'd never think of making amends. For who would apologize to the one who'd wronged them? With my freedom, I'd treasure it- And never let anyone take it away. But feather by feather, day by day, I felt my superficial freedom fade Like Icarus' pair of wings that day. Though Icarus laughed as he fell, I fell back into Hell. Bound once more by your steely eyes- Wrapped in chains from my neck to my thighs My back, it aches, and the skin's all tore- Such is a fitting punishment for those who yearn for more. Yet even if I were to lose my eyes, I'd never forget what that sense of freedom was like For the rest of my pathetic, trapped, and isolated life.

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Oh Icarus, how sorrowful am I? I just heard the most beautiful lie. A tale of a wide blue, and vast sky. It's a place where there is a golden sun that's high It's a place where the wind blows just right It's a place that they call "The outside" I've dreamt of that place once before. I've also dreamt that I opened the door And I've dreamt that I left this room and explored. Only to wake and return here once more. So, Icarus, do you think it's true? Do you think that there's an ocean out there, filled with the deepest blue? I don't. I've never even seen the sky. But maybe there's one part of me left That still believes in that beautiful lie.

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Feb 7

Feb 7, 2026 at 11:38 AM UTC

The day Icarus told the Truth

Oh Icarus, how sorrowful am I? I just heard the most beautiful lie. A tale of a wide blue, and vast sky. It's a place where there is a golden sun that's high It's a place where the wind blows just right It's a place that they call "The outside" I've dreamt of that place once before. I've also dreamt that I opened the door And I've dreamt that I left this room and explored. Only to wake and return here once more. So, Icarus, do you think it's true? Do you think that there's an ocean out there, filled with the deepest blue? I don't. I've never even seen the sky. But maybe there's one part of me left That still believes in that beautiful lie.

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The cold one, the lone one. Though I am cold, I still write- And I still sleep. The wind blows against my back, against my ears, I endure it, yet... I am still cold. I write while I freeze, And my cold nose drips as I sneeze Yet still, I write. My fingers lose all warmth, all feeling, All this writing serves no meaning. It's getting cold. Too cold. My fingers now are frozen blocks of ice. Desperately trying to write my life's story, yet- The frigid wind enters my heart, and all I can write now is: "It's too cold." It's too cold, and yet... And yet, I... I still write. I still write, because I don't know If my end lies beneath the endless snow It makes me afraid. The cold seeps into my frozen bones, terrifyingly still. Though my body is numb, I still write. Though I am scared, I still write. Though I am alone, I still write. Though I am cold, I write with my mind. And forevermore, I close my eyes and finally sleep. There is no fate as fitting as this: Frozen alone with a pen in my hand Destined to write until the end of time

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Feb 2

Feb 2, 2026 at 6:04 PM UTC

To sleep in the cold wind

The cold one, the lone one. Though I am cold, I still write- And I still sleep. The wind blows against my back, against my ears, I endure it, yet... I am still cold. I write while I freeze, And my cold nose drips as I sneeze Yet still, I write. My fingers lose all warmth, all feeling, All this writing serves no meaning. It's getting cold. Too cold. My fingers now are frozen blocks of ice. Desperately trying to write my life's story, yet- The frigid wind enters my heart, and all I can write now is: "It's too cold." It's too cold, and yet... And yet, I... I still write. I still write, because I don't know If my end lies beneath the endless snow It makes me afraid. The cold seeps into my frozen bones, terrifyingly still. Though my body is numb, I still write. Though I am scared, I still write. Though I am alone, I still write. Though I am cold, I write with my mind. And forevermore, I close my eyes and finally sleep. There is no fate as fitting as this: Frozen alone with a pen in my hand Destined to write until the end of time

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To ask what true divinity is And then look in a mirror Is to contradict every word you've ever heard In your entire life. "No one's perfect." "You're a freak." It's all nonsense. All of us are divine- All of us created In God's perfect, divine image. That's why- We may shatter the mirror, And instead, merely- Glance at each other. the common man the common woman the criminal the teacher, the gambler. Though we make mistakes We are divine And that's what makes us human.

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Jan 30

Jan 30, 2026 at 2:14 PM UTC

Divinity

To ask what true divinity is And then look in a mirror Is to contradict every word you've ever heard In your entire life. "No one's perfect." "You're a freak." It's all nonsense. All of us are divine- All of us created In God's perfect, divine image. That's why- We may shatter the mirror, And instead, merely- Glance at each other. the common man the common woman the criminal the teacher, the gambler. Though we make mistakes We are divine And that's what makes us human.

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To thou who art laid out under the ground I pray that you are doing well. No judgement lies in your final escape Whether your soul may lay to rest In Heaven or in Hell. Yet all the living may pray For the one who has grown old and passed For the one buried six feet under They pray, "Eternum et Memorae" That their memories would last From ashes to ashes, Dust to dust- To the one already white, already shining- To the angel that presides o'er all of us. "Thou who lives and thou who sleeps" "You will always be, eternally," "In my beloved memory." "From your pure life which would be bore for me to see, I was... Oh, so happy."

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Jan 16

Jan 16, 2026 at 7:04 PM UTC

To Love a Memory- "Song of the Old Ainu"

To thou who art laid out under the ground I pray that you are doing well. No judgement lies in your final escape Whether your soul may lay to rest In Heaven or in Hell. Yet all the living may pray For the one who has grown old and passed For the one buried six feet under They pray, "Eternum et Memorae" That their memories would last From ashes to ashes, Dust to dust- To the one already white, already shining- To the angel that presides o'er all of us. "Thou who lives and thou who sleeps" "You will always be, eternally," "In my beloved memory." "From your pure life which would be bore for me to see, I was... Oh, so happy."

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Alone I lament In a solemn black silence. Butterflies fly by my workshop Their wings impossibly quiet Yet no matter how I try I can't drown out the sound Of the frantic fluttering and flapping of black and white wings Of the butterflies in pain Suffering inside my dreams It's true that all living things are in due time freed I suppose that's life's philosophy Like those butterflies and their cries that are audible to only me But it's the precious things in life that you want to keep So for them, I'll chamber my sorrow Fire out my lonely heart Hold a funeral for the butterflies And manifest my EGO again So that the butterflies may fly Finally, truly at ease- Once more with the dead.

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Dec 26, 2025

Dec 26, 2025 at 11:56 AM UTC

The Butterflies' Sorrowful Lament

Alone I lament In a solemn black silence. Butterflies fly by my workshop Their wings impossibly quiet Yet no matter how I try I can't drown out the sound Of the frantic fluttering and flapping of black and white wings Of the butterflies in pain Suffering inside my dreams It's true that all living things are in due time freed I suppose that's life's philosophy Like those butterflies and their cries that are audible to only me But it's the precious things in life that you want to keep So for them, I'll chamber my sorrow Fire out my lonely heart Hold a funeral for the butterflies And manifest my EGO again So that the butterflies may fly Finally, truly at ease- Once more with the dead.

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How cold it is On this wintry morning The warmth I felt yesterday Is gone, along with my hope- Both have gone to waste. Ah, I wonder if this warmth I feel is true- And if even someone such as I Could someday rise And create a glint in one's eyes Like you, my radiant sunrise.

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Dec 18, 2025

Dec 18, 2025 at 9:06 PM UTC

The Warmth of Winter

How cold it is On this wintry morning The warmth I felt yesterday Is gone, along with my hope- Both have gone to waste. Ah, I wonder if this warmth I feel is true- And if even someone such as I Could someday rise And create a glint in one's eyes Like you, my radiant sunrise.

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