Kathleen_Howard - Hello Poetry

The silver puttering rain, beating out a quite rhythm. A mysterious refrain. Never to leave tip of tongue, natures song to contain.

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Jan 8

Jan 8, 2026 at 1:01 PM UTC

rain song

The silver puttering rain, beating out a quite rhythm. A mysterious refrain. Never to leave tip of tongue, natures song to contain.

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Earth a molten reflection, covered in steely mirror. Cloud eternally jealous, of crystalline descendent. But lo, the humble puddle, merely reflects and dances, praising like druids of old. Cloud the ignorant patron.

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Jan 8

Jan 8, 2026 at 12:59 PM UTC

puddle

Earth a molten reflection, covered in steely mirror. Cloud eternally jealous, of crystalline descendent. But lo, the humble puddle, merely reflects and dances, praising like druids of old. Cloud the ignorant patron.

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The silver blue morning, the chill skin biting dawn. The world calm and quiet. A small breeze whispers through the maples, that stand as if Adam and Eve, the first heartbeats to meet the day. A warming in the eastern cold sky. The welcome to the resting world to open its sleep crusted eyes, and see this day yet to be perceived. The birds start their laurel song. The squirrels adding their chittering gossip to the song of this newborn day. An almost unheard crunch of russet leaves underneath an unknown paw, completing the daybreak orchestra. I feel your arms solid and wanted, a temptation to never leave the night. I hear the sound of your breathing feathery on my ear, warm and slow. I turn and see your still sleeping face so natural next to mine. And I can’t help thinking how happy I am to meet the day with you.

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Jan 7

Jan 7, 2026 at 10:33 AM UTC

Dawn

The silver blue morning, the chill skin biting dawn. The world calm and quiet. A small breeze whispers through the maples, that stand as if Adam and Eve, the first heartbeats to meet the day. A warming in the eastern cold sky. The welcome to the resting world to open its sleep crusted eyes, and see this day yet to be perceived. The birds start their laurel song. The squirrels adding their chittering gossip to the song of this newborn day. An almost unheard crunch of russet leaves underneath an unknown paw, completing the daybreak orchestra. I feel your arms solid and wanted, a temptation to never leave the night. I hear the sound of your breathing feathery on my ear, warm and slow. I turn and see your still sleeping face so natural next to mine. And I can’t help thinking how happy I am to meet the day with you.

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The tree’s reaching tangled arms stretching for a taste of the winter sun’s null gleaming. Recognizably maple even for lack of its feathery green foliage, it’s fallen leaves spread across the ground, collecting in corners and hollows waiting to be absorbed into the earth from whence their mother came. The sky a dull pale memory of the summer’s azure hues, not a wisp of cloud to be seen. The sun hangs low to the south continuing its eternal dance with heavens and planet. The husks of the gardens and weeds now one and the same in their dreary brown likeness. Both awaiting their peaceful irrelevance, as they crumble into the cold earth. To await the coming seasons when their fallen seed shall rise from their long forgotten corpse.

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Jan 6

Jan 6, 2026 at 12:27 PM UTC

Winter from my window

The tree’s reaching tangled arms stretching for a taste of the winter sun’s null gleaming. Recognizably maple even for lack of its feathery green foliage, it’s fallen leaves spread across the ground, collecting in corners and hollows waiting to be absorbed into the earth from whence their mother came. The sky a dull pale memory of the summer’s azure hues, not a wisp of cloud to be seen. The sun hangs low to the south continuing its eternal dance with heavens and planet. The husks of the gardens and weeds now one and the same in their dreary brown likeness. Both awaiting their peaceful irrelevance, as they crumble into the cold earth. To await the coming seasons when their fallen seed shall rise from their long forgotten corpse.

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I want to have some control, just something, one thing, please. Please. But everything’s moving and I can’t stop it. I can’t stop the eyes. I can’t stop the voices. Can I even stop myself? Clawing at my skin for some urgent sense of control, or have I even lost control of myself, as the blood looks like dew upon skin in the search for something I can hold.

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May 9, 2025

May 9, 2025 at 7:18 AM UTC

Control

I want to have some control, just something, one thing, please. Please. But everything’s moving and I can’t stop it. I can’t stop the eyes. I can’t stop the voices. Can I even stop myself? Clawing at my skin for some urgent sense of control, or have I even lost control of myself, as the blood looks like dew upon skin in the search for something I can hold.

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A kiss is the beginning of cannibalism, and I want to devour you whole. to steal your breath and combine it with mine, so I can live and breathe you. I am your oxygen, and you, my fire. So consume me... I'm yours.

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Apr 24, 2025

Apr 24, 2025 at 9:33 PM UTC

embrace

A kiss is the beginning of cannibalism, and I want to devour you whole. to steal your breath and combine it with mine, so I can live and breathe you. I am your oxygen, and you, my fire. So consume me... I'm yours.

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I’ve never liked brown eyes maybe because I’ve never liked anything that reflects in a mirror I never liked brown eyes until I met yours.

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Apr 24, 2025

Apr 24, 2025 at 8:28 PM UTC

brown eyes

I’ve never liked brown eyes maybe because I’ve never liked anything that reflects in a mirror I never liked brown eyes until I met yours.

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I want to cut. I want to bleed. I want to punish something for my pain. But I will never hurt anybody. I hate hurting anyone. So I feel the need to punish myself— But I won’t. Because then they’ll win. And I don’t want to hurt you.

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Apr 8, 2025

Apr 8, 2025 at 8:20 AM UTC

Hurt TW self harm

I want to cut. I want to bleed. I want to punish something for my pain. But I will never hurt anybody. I hate hurting anyone. So I feel the need to punish myself— But I won’t. Because then they’ll win. And I don’t want to hurt you.

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I hate you. I hate what you did. I hate that I trusted you. I hate you because you took that trust and broke it. I hate you because you took my childhood away far too soon. I hate you because you stole my innocence without a second thought. I hate that we share DNA. I hate you because we share the same scars—on our skin and in our souls. I hate you because we both sit in dark holes that were dug before we were born. I hate you because we have the same problems, the same broken mind we inherited from Dad— But you were weaker. I would rather burn alive, with my own hair as kindling, Than do what you did. I hate you because now that you're older, You look just like Dad—same face, same smile. I hate the fact you can still smile, knowing what you did to me. I hate you because I still mourn what we could’ve been. I hate you because you made me what I am now. I hate you Because you used to be my older brother— But now you’re just a man. And I used to love you.

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Apr 7, 2025

Apr 7, 2025 at 1:34 PM UTC

hollowed connection

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I want to get better. I want THIS to go away. I want to let it go. But what if THIS is me? Am I prepared to let go of the only me I’ve ever known? What if it is me, and I am it? What if it’s all I am and all I’ll ever be? What if I’m nothing if I get “better”

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Apr 7, 2025

Apr 7, 2025 at 11:49 AM UTC

THIS

I want to get better. I want THIS to go away. I want to let it go. But what if THIS is me? Am I prepared to let go of the only me I’ve ever known? What if it is me, and I am it? What if it’s all I am and all I’ll ever be? What if I’m nothing if I get “better”

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