JuliusCaesar - Hello Poetry

I’ve got plenty hyper-fixations Cliffhangers I like drag on in my mind There mainly of small shows or fandoms that weasel there way into my mind I lose myself in small details or characters They seem to envelop me whole Mind and all Soon it’ll be the only thought consumes my mind I fall asleep imagining scenarios that aren’t yet to come or might never. Soon theses fixations became of you Your face The way you look at me with disgust Your eyes Filled with deceit Your mouth Spouting plentiful lies It all fills my waking hours Filled with anxiety that I’m just not doing something right It’s my worse hyper-fixation That I’m saying something wrong That I’m speaking in the wrong tone That I that even with all my efforts Am lacking. So I’ll imagine a different way to react tomorrow, and I’ll stay up late tonight wondering If that one look you gave me Meant that I didn’t do something quite right again.

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Mar 12, 2025

Mar 12, 2025 at 3:14 AM UTC

Hyperfixation

I’ve got plenty hyper-fixations Cliffhangers I like drag on in my mind There mainly of small shows or fandoms that weasel there way into my mind I lose myself in small details or characters They seem to envelop me whole Mind and all Soon it’ll be the only thought consumes my mind I fall asleep imagining scenarios that aren’t yet to come or might never. Soon theses fixations became of you Your face The way you look at me with disgust Your eyes Filled with deceit Your mouth Spouting plentiful lies It all fills my waking hours Filled with anxiety that I’m just not doing something right It’s my worse hyper-fixation That I’m saying something wrong That I’m speaking in the wrong tone That I that even with all my efforts Am lacking. So I’ll imagine a different way to react tomorrow, and I’ll stay up late tonight wondering If that one look you gave me Meant that I didn’t do something quite right again.

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I’ve never been a patient person The world moves fast for me I’m not willing to just wait Time will be wasted if I stand in place So I struggle it keeps good pace But even as I struggle to catch my breath I’m not willing to wait

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Mar 10, 2025

Mar 10, 2025 at 4:24 PM UTC

Just wait

I’ve never been a patient person The world moves fast for me I’m not willing to just wait Time will be wasted if I stand in place So I struggle it keeps good pace But even as I struggle to catch my breath I’m not willing to wait

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Fate is a friend that I hold dear.. They hold my hand guiding me as I take my first steps Much like a parent But fate takes hold And they let go as my body grows cold

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Mar 10, 2025

Mar 10, 2025 at 4:23 PM UTC

Fate

Fate is a friend that I hold dear.. They hold my hand guiding me as I take my first steps Much like a parent But fate takes hold And they let go as my body grows cold

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A field of flower is precious So precious though it is fragile. Fragile like the human soul, It doesn’t take much to make a flower wilt Even in a garden. Other flowers lavishly grown around And yet one or two— despite Everything wilt as the others soak up the plentiful Water. With the failure to tend to thy, once precious flowers now are wilted, slowly crumbling though still unnoticed till to late. Crumpled on the ground in sorrow and despair, beauty rose and now fell, only now had been noticed and nothing could tend to those wilted petals

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Mar 10, 2025

Mar 10, 2025 at 4:22 PM UTC

Flowers

A field of flower is precious So precious though it is fragile. Fragile like the human soul, It doesn’t take much to make a flower wilt Even in a garden. Other flowers lavishly grown around And yet one or two— despite Everything wilt as the others soak up the plentiful Water. With the failure to tend to thy, once precious flowers now are wilted, slowly crumbling though still unnoticed till to late. Crumpled on the ground in sorrow and despair, beauty rose and now fell, only now had been noticed and nothing could tend to those wilted petals

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Freckled boy Fearless and full of wonder of the world Doomed to be killed like a cat that had to much curiosity Pitty the Fire haired girl Many faces but buried underneath products To young to knows the shattered mirror on your floor felt the weight of your beauty if only for a moment Poor blue eyed boy Stepped on every crack, playin hopscotch on the side walk near by the dock while the doctors broke the news his mother wouldn’t ever hop again

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Mar 10, 2025

Mar 10, 2025 at 4:21 PM UTC

Freckles Boy

Freckled boy Fearless and full of wonder of the world Doomed to be killed like a cat that had to much curiosity Pitty the Fire haired girl Many faces but buried underneath products To young to knows the shattered mirror on your floor felt the weight of your beauty if only for a moment Poor blue eyed boy Stepped on every crack, playin hopscotch on the side walk near by the dock while the doctors broke the news his mother wouldn’t ever hop again

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I am not me We are not us My body is but a skin cage I am a blob of flesh and muscle Oddly formed and named A person called—? Meant only to think and control We dress ourselves up as doll The fleshy bone and muscles covered in a layer of identity I am still a mere entity We are not anything I am not more than ideals and assumptions My ribs are cage My mind is made by design I am not me And god forbid we are someone or something I am a idea I am my cage I am no one We are not us

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Mar 10, 2025

Mar 10, 2025 at 4:18 PM UTC

Brain

I am not me We are not us My body is but a skin cage I am a blob of flesh and muscle Oddly formed and named A person called—? Meant only to think and control We dress ourselves up as doll The fleshy bone and muscles covered in a layer of identity I am still a mere entity We are not anything I am not more than ideals and assumptions My ribs are cage My mind is made by design I am not me And god forbid we are someone or something I am a idea I am my cage I am no one We are not us

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Pick picket my soul Take what was found There’s nothing quite profound Nothing of gold Nothing of silver Nothing but a trail of leaves But not even a breeze For thieves themselves are the wind I could only hear the crunch of leaves so pickpocket me, my dear thief

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Mar 10, 2025

Mar 10, 2025 at 4:13 PM UTC

Thievery

Pick picket my soul Take what was found There’s nothing quite profound Nothing of gold Nothing of silver Nothing but a trail of leaves But not even a breeze For thieves themselves are the wind I could only hear the crunch of leaves so pickpocket me, my dear thief

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I hate many things I hate me I hate my voice I hate my hair I hate my acne I hate my nose I hate my last name I hate my skin I hate my feet I hate feeling uneven I hate geese’s I hate the ocean I hate snakes I hate me Because why not Because It’s sounds wrong Because It never looks how I want it to Because It makes me look ***** Because It’s shaped wrong Because It reminds me of them Because it’s uncomfortable Because It’s ugly Because It’s needs to be symmetrical Because they’re mean without reason Because I don’t know more about it Because I hate liars Cause I can

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Mar 10, 2025

Mar 10, 2025 at 4:04 PM UTC

Hate

I hate many things I hate me I hate my voice I hate my hair I hate my acne I hate my nose I hate my last name I hate my skin I hate my feet I hate feeling uneven I hate geese’s I hate the ocean I hate snakes I hate me Because why not Because It’s sounds wrong Because It never looks how I want it to Because It makes me look ***** Because It’s shaped wrong Because It reminds me of them Because it’s uncomfortable Because It’s ugly Because It’s needs to be symmetrical Because they’re mean without reason Because I don’t know more about it Because I hate liars Cause I can

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The blind bird is caged Yet hopeful The blind bird sings And people wonder why But because the blind bird hears the echo of his song The bird responds back The blind bird is hopeful Just hope no one asks

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Mar 10, 2025

Mar 10, 2025 at 4:03 PM UTC

Blind Bird Caged

The blind bird is caged Yet hopeful The blind bird sings And people wonder why But because the blind bird hears the echo of his song The bird responds back The blind bird is hopeful Just hope no one asks

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Dear dad Dad, daddy, papa, pop, Baba,— but you weren’t ever quite my father, I hate the term step dad, especially with you— you treated me with sweetness that was almost bitter, you coddled me but you made me brave, you made me: me. Without my dad, without you in my life I wouldn’t be the bold young lady, and man I’ve growing to be, with the taste for a thrill and humor I’ve held onto right— you were the father I had, one of the Two: though through the parody I call my life, you were indefinitely my favorite dad, daddy, papa, pop, baba. To you my step dad, my step— can’t quite make the mark, my not so perfect yet fun role model this is your unearned apology: So my dear, dad, daddy, papa, pop and baba—I am sorry, I am sorry for still caring about you even though you have exited my life, I’m sorry that I could never quite figure out wether I loved you or not, I’m sorry for never trying the food you wanted me too— even when you offer to pay me. I am sorry for forgetting whether I forgive you or not. But nevertheless I am not sorry for. my dear dad, daddy, papa, pop, baba for hating you for you out lashes, the stench of alcohol you reeked of after and during every argument, I am not sorry for looking at you with betrayal, I will never forgive you for what you put my mother through, and what you put my brothers through. You are my dad, my daddy, my papa, my pops, my baba and my father— but I need to take a step back, dear step dad, I hope you forgive me for that.

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Mar 10, 2025

Mar 10, 2025 at 4:01 PM UTC

Note to dad

Dear dad Dad, daddy, papa, pop, Baba,— but you weren’t ever quite my father, I hate the term step dad, especially with you— you treated me with sweetness that was almost bitter, you coddled me but you made me brave, you made me: me. Without my dad, without you in my life I wouldn’t be the bold young lady, and man I’ve growing to be, with the taste for a thrill and humor I’ve held onto right— you were the father I had, one of the Two: though through the parody I call my life, you were indefinitely my favorite dad, daddy, papa, pop, baba. To you my step dad, my step— can’t quite make the mark, my not so perfect yet fun role model this is your unearned apology: So my dear, dad, daddy, papa, pop and baba—I am sorry, I am sorry for still caring about you even though you have exited my life, I’m sorry that I could never quite figure out wether I loved you or not, I’m sorry for never trying the food you wanted me too— even when you offer to pay me. I am sorry for forgetting whether I forgive you or not. But nevertheless I am not sorry for. my dear dad, daddy, papa, pop, baba for hating you for you out lashes, the stench of alcohol you reeked of after and during every argument, I am not sorry for looking at you with betrayal, I will never forgive you for what you put my mother through, and what you put my brothers through. You are my dad, my daddy, my papa, my pops, my baba and my father— but I need to take a step back, dear step dad, I hope you forgive me for that.

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