JudeStaedtler - Hello Poetry

I’ve got such a lump in my Throat that I have to ***** A butterfly impales herself on My toenails and Her wings lose their Blue. The feathers of my lashes Grind The sensitive skin beneath Your windows. And I shriek Like a pheasant falling from the sky after being shot. There will be no being done when I’m done With you.

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May 18

May 18, 2026 at 5:26 PM UTC

Love Poem I

I’ve got such a lump in my Throat that I have to ***** A butterfly impales herself on My toenails and Her wings lose their Blue. The feathers of my lashes Grind The sensitive skin beneath Your windows. And I shriek Like a pheasant falling from the sky after being shot. There will be no being done when I’m done With you.

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Take my grace, Give me strength Don’t keep me away, hold me at distance. Wipe my face with tears of iron of your own. Please let me in, make my presence known. I will I will I will

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May 6

May 6, 2026 at 4:49 PM UTC

I will

Take my grace, Give me strength Don’t keep me away, hold me at distance. Wipe my face with tears of iron of your own. Please let me in, make my presence known. I will I will I will

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the wind catches my long blueish hair and pulls it hard. i'm getting lost in forests and the amount of eyelashes you have. my body is stitched and stretched out and healthy, growing out of breath of sand between my toes and my feet stained with mud. wait, look, listen, feel the buzzing in the air breathing, thinking slowly about the turning of your bookpage. (if that makes you happy)

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May 6

May 6, 2026 at 4:45 PM UTC

(if that makes you happy)

the wind catches my long blueish hair and pulls it hard. i'm getting lost in forests and the amount of eyelashes you have. my body is stitched and stretched out and healthy, growing out of breath of sand between my toes and my feet stained with mud. wait, look, listen, feel the buzzing in the air breathing, thinking slowly about the turning of your bookpage. (if that makes you happy)

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You, you are never alone. *I sigh and stare at my empty glass where only a small pool of water from the dissolved ice cube remains* I am always alone. *You agitate me and make me believe all kinds of things* I hate being alone. I want a you.

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Feb 23

Feb 23, 2026 at 5:30 PM UTC

Twins

You, you are never alone. *I sigh and stare at my empty glass where only a small pool of water from the dissolved ice cube remains* I am always alone. *You agitate me and make me believe all kinds of things* I hate being alone. I want a you.

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I rub my hand over my bald head. And I think of sloshing eggs and birthday parties.

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Feb 23

Feb 23, 2026 at 5:25 PM UTC

Letter from my lost friend

I rub my hand over my bald head. And I think of sloshing eggs and birthday parties.

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My heart is an abandoned building where there used to work many people, but now the long windows have been smashed. where the wilderness penetrates and crawls back through the ashes and rust. It is a lonely place, the birds who nest there say, The concrete littered with shards. They crush under little paws like snow after a cold night. Stubble on my cheek.

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Feb 23

Feb 23, 2026 at 5:22 PM UTC

My heart is an abandoned building

My heart is an abandoned building where there used to work many people, but now the long windows have been smashed. where the wilderness penetrates and crawls back through the ashes and rust. It is a lonely place, the birds who nest there say, The concrete littered with shards. They crush under little paws like snow after a cold night. Stubble on my cheek.

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My hairs I have painted black and there is a small drop of sweat on my upper lip. It is burning inside my closet. Don't lose track of me.

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Feb 23

Feb 23, 2026 at 5:14 PM UTC

Painted black

My hairs I have painted black and there is a small drop of sweat on my upper lip. It is burning inside my closet. Don't lose track of me.

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But for now I am content with only dreams. Like honey I'll drink them until I get sick of it.

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Feb 23

Feb 23, 2026 at 5:11 PM UTC

Honey

But for now I am content with only dreams. Like honey I'll drink them until I get sick of it.

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Smelled, sound, sweet, soft, smeared, sowed, silver are the hands inside your cashmere sweater. When you embrace own fingertips. It has been cold for so long, tears have now frozen in your eyes. When you watch the television, curled up in decayed warmth, do you ever think about the air outside? Remember the restless wind, the fierce rain, the unforgivable sun? Please. Leave your little world of Cashmere and return, into the Day.

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Nov 30, 2025

Nov 30, 2025 at 5:46 PM UTC

Cashmere

Smelled, sound, sweet, soft, smeared, sowed, silver are the hands inside your cashmere sweater. When you embrace own fingertips. It has been cold for so long, tears have now frozen in your eyes. When you watch the television, curled up in decayed warmth, do you ever think about the air outside? Remember the restless wind, the fierce rain, the unforgivable sun? Please. Leave your little world of Cashmere and return, into the Day.

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Watch me while I anticipate the darkness behind your eyes. In your deep waters lies a hungry gaze, no longer catching me by surprise. You never told me anything about how you lost your Love that night you ran into the maze that night you ran off. With you it’s always ‘yes’ or ‘no’ forget the grey and inbetween I fear that you will never learn that in monochrome, colours can not be seen.

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Oct 16, 2025

Oct 16, 2025 at 5:54 PM UTC

watch me while i anticipate

Watch me while I anticipate the darkness behind your eyes. In your deep waters lies a hungry gaze, no longer catching me by surprise. You never told me anything about how you lost your Love that night you ran into the maze that night you ran off. With you it’s always ‘yes’ or ‘no’ forget the grey and inbetween I fear that you will never learn that in monochrome, colours can not be seen.

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