Last_Romanov - Hello Poetry

I don't know I don't know I don't know I don't get it I don't understand I cannot comprehend this I feel stupid and awful but my brain cannot understand Why is this so hard Why do I feel this way Why does it hurt so much Why did I do that Why didn't I just do something else Why can't I just fix this Why is this so hard I don't know I don't know I don't know

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Sep 7, 2020

Sep 7, 2020 at 7:18 PM UTC

I don't know

I don't know I don't know I don't know I don't get it I don't understand I cannot comprehend this I feel stupid and awful but my brain cannot understand Why is this so hard Why do I feel this way Why does it hurt so much Why did I do that Why didn't I just do something else Why can't I just fix this Why is this so hard I don't know I don't know I don't know

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Dear soulmate, There's a lot of stuff happening right now. Lots of things are going wrong, Falling apart, Or just becoming visible to people who didn't believe in them before. And even now, As things we didn't think could happen are happening, As things are changing in the world, People will still tell me soulmates don't exist. And as is the usual, I won't believe them. They've been wrong before, right? I know you're out there. And I know that I love you. I don't know what color your eyes are, But I know I'll love staring into them for as long as I can. I don't know what kind of music you like yet, Or what kind of movies you like, Or if you like to read like I do. I don't know if you like to travel Or if you're stuck in your hometown because you just don't want to leave. I don't know if you're struggling right now or not. I don't know how old you are Or what color you are Or even what gender you are really But I KNOW that you are out there. And I know I'll find you one day. But until then, Don't be dumb. Stay safe and stay kind. We could have a competition to see who finds the other first. But even if we don't, I just can't wait to meet you. Until then, I love you. Keep being you. With Love, Your soulmate

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Jun 1, 2020

Jun 1, 2020 at 11:30 PM UTC

Dear soulmate

Dear soulmate, There's a lot of stuff happening right now. Lots of things are going wrong, Falling apart, Or just becoming visible to people who didn't believe in them before. And even now, As things we didn't think could happen are happening, As things are changing in the world, People will still tell me soulmates don't exist. And as is the usual, I won't believe them. They've been wrong before, right? I know you're out there. And I know that I love you. I don't know what color your eyes are, But I know I'll love staring into them for as long as I can. I don't know what kind of music you like yet, Or what kind of movies you like, Or if you like to read like I do. I don't know if you like to travel Or if you're stuck in your hometown because you just don't want to leave. I don't know if you're struggling right now or not. I don't know how old you are Or what color you are Or even what gender you are really But I KNOW that you are out there. And I know I'll find you one day. But until then, Don't be dumb. Stay safe and stay kind. We could have a competition to see who finds the other first. But even if we don't, I just can't wait to meet you. Until then, I love you. Keep being you. With Love, Your soulmate

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Dear Corona, I would like to write this letter to you to express my absolute contempt at your taking over of our world. The death needs to stop. All the people you are removing from their jobs and the pay that thus keeps them afloat. All the people stuck in their homes without the medical attention they need because something bigger and stronger is out there. I am angry. I am absolutely outraged at the way the citizens of my species have been treated. As a senior in high school, I have been removed from many people I love. I will never get a senior prom. It's up in the air whether my graduation will take place online. Whether I will ever have a commencement. Whether I will ever have a chance with the boy I like before I leave. I may never have a graduation party, and I barely got a senior musical. I may never get a senior season in the sport I love most. I may not see my friends again until it's too late and we all have to say goodbye, until we meet again, which may be never. But none of that is what I am angry about. I am angry that you took away my knowledge. I never knew my lasts were my last. My last musical performance. My last dance at prom. My last hello to my best friend. My last walk through the halls of my school. My last hello to my teachers. I didn't even know they were my last. I said "See you on Monday." I said "I'm excited to do this again." I walked out, without a single thought of whether I would walk back in. I walked out of my last practice, my last class, and my last day. And I didn't even know it yet. You didn't even let me know. Dearly Signed, One Person, Out of Millions Who You Have Made Feel Like This P.S. You ****

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Mar 25, 2020

Mar 25, 2020 at 9:20 PM UTC

P.S. You ****

Dear Corona, I would like to write this letter to you to express my absolute contempt at your taking over of our world. The death needs to stop. All the people you are removing from their jobs and the pay that thus keeps them afloat. All the people stuck in their homes without the medical attention they need because something bigger and stronger is out there. I am angry. I am absolutely outraged at the way the citizens of my species have been treated. As a senior in high school, I have been removed from many people I love. I will never get a senior prom. It's up in the air whether my graduation will take place online. Whether I will ever have a commencement. Whether I will ever have a chance with the boy I like before I leave. I may never have a graduation party, and I barely got a senior musical. I may never get a senior season in the sport I love most. I may not see my friends again until it's too late and we all have to say goodbye, until we meet again, which may be never. But none of that is what I am angry about. I am angry that you took away my knowledge. I never knew my lasts were my last. My last musical performance. My last dance at prom. My last hello to my best friend. My last walk through the halls of my school. My last hello to my teachers. I didn't even know they were my last. I said "See you on Monday." I said "I'm excited to do this again." I walked out, without a single thought of whether I would walk back in. I walked out of my last practice, my last class, and my last day. And I didn't even know it yet. You didn't even let me know. Dearly Signed, One Person, Out of Millions Who You Have Made Feel Like This P.S. You ****

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IN THIS CORNER: A hard-hitting, man-breaking machine, Who has a long history of breaking its opponents. A history that includes tearing its opponents apart from the inside, Making them have mental breakdowns in the ring, And making sure they stay down for the count. This is ANXIETY!! AND IN THIS CORNER: One (1) high school girl with a bad history full of toxic friends, Unsupportive family members, And mental breakdowns. She's 5'1", 180 pounds, And ready to take on anxiety with all she has. OOH! Anxiety comes in with its famous hard-hitting blow: Leaving for college. AND ANOTHER! Another famous move, Following in the footsteps of a friend of its, Social anxiety!! The girl is down. She's too tired to fight. WILL SHE GET UP? WILL SHE KEEP FIGHTING? TUNE IN AFTER THIS COMMERCIAL BREAK TO FIND OUT.

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Mar 11, 2020

Mar 11, 2020 at 10:56 AM UTC

The Boxing Match of the Century

IN THIS CORNER: A hard-hitting, man-breaking machine, Who has a long history of breaking its opponents. A history that includes tearing its opponents apart from the inside, Making them have mental breakdowns in the ring, And making sure they stay down for the count. This is ANXIETY!! AND IN THIS CORNER: One (1) high school girl with a bad history full of toxic friends, Unsupportive family members, And mental breakdowns. She's 5'1", 180 pounds, And ready to take on anxiety with all she has. OOH! Anxiety comes in with its famous hard-hitting blow: Leaving for college. AND ANOTHER! Another famous move, Following in the footsteps of a friend of its, Social anxiety!! The girl is down. She's too tired to fight. WILL SHE GET UP? WILL SHE KEEP FIGHTING? TUNE IN AFTER THIS COMMERCIAL BREAK TO FIND OUT.

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Why didn't anyone tell me That being "mature for my age" Was actually just depression Speeding up my mind's age.

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Mar 6, 2020

Mar 6, 2020 at 11:46 AM UTC

Fricking *****

Why didn't anyone tell me That being "mature for my age" Was actually just depression Speeding up my mind's age.

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I've always separated sections of my life By who I loved most. First, it was my dad. He was my hero. Then my mom. She was my everything Then, my brother. My best friend since his birth. Then, it was a boy I met at school. He made me feel smart. And after that, a boy I met at camp. He made me feel content. Following that, it was another boy from school. The first one to make me feel pretty. Then another boy in my class. He made me feel alive. Then, it was my grandparents. They gave me everything I ever needed. Then, it was some boy who made me laugh And another who included me. And then another who I thought would be my friend forever But he left me behind as soon as we were apart. For a long time after that, it was my best friend. She makes me feel loved. And then suddenly, Like a flash of lightning. The person I loved most Was me. I became everything I wanted to be. Everything I needed. But after a while, the person I loved most became him. The boy I loved all my life. The one who was my hero And my everything My best friend. With him, I'm smart. I'm happy. I'm pretty. I'm lively. I have everything I need. I'm included. I am loved. But most of all, I am myself. Maybe, Just maybe, The timing is finally right. For me to be who I want to be. Maybe all it took was for me to love myself first.

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Feb 23, 2020

Feb 23, 2020 at 5:01 PM UTC

I Am Myself

I've always separated sections of my life By who I loved most. First, it was my dad. He was my hero. Then my mom. She was my everything Then, my brother. My best friend since his birth. Then, it was a boy I met at school. He made me feel smart. And after that, a boy I met at camp. He made me feel content. Following that, it was another boy from school. The first one to make me feel pretty. Then another boy in my class. He made me feel alive. Then, it was my grandparents. They gave me everything I ever needed. Then, it was some boy who made me laugh And another who included me. And then another who I thought would be my friend forever But he left me behind as soon as we were apart. For a long time after that, it was my best friend. She makes me feel loved. And then suddenly, Like a flash of lightning. The person I loved most Was me. I became everything I wanted to be. Everything I needed. But after a while, the person I loved most became him. The boy I loved all my life. The one who was my hero And my everything My best friend. With him, I'm smart. I'm happy. I'm pretty. I'm lively. I have everything I need. I'm included. I am loved. But most of all, I am myself. Maybe, Just maybe, The timing is finally right. For me to be who I want to be. Maybe all it took was for me to love myself first.

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Is your favorite color always going to be blue? Blue, like my eyes? Or blue like the way I made you feel when I told you you were wrong? Blue like the ocean around you I didn’t save you from? Or blue from the little pencil you always used to carry around? Blue like the notebook you couldn’t bring yourself to write in anymore? Or blue like the sky is right after it rains? Blue like the rain on a day where you can’t bring yourself to smile? Or blue like the bottomless of the pool where you first thought of me seeing you in a swimsuit? Is it blue like you always wanted the walls of your room to be? Blue like your favorite book cover, the one without a hole in the front? Blue like your favorite pair of jeans, the ones you wore so much the insides of the legs started to rip? No. My favorite color of blue was the sky after you were gone. The blue that was lit up by the sun. The blue that made me remember who I was. And that I didn’t need you anymore.

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Feb 5, 2020

Feb 5, 2020 at 10:39 AM UTC

Blue

Is your favorite color always going to be blue? Blue, like my eyes? Or blue like the way I made you feel when I told you you were wrong? Blue like the ocean around you I didn’t save you from? Or blue from the little pencil you always used to carry around? Blue like the notebook you couldn’t bring yourself to write in anymore? Or blue like the sky is right after it rains? Blue like the rain on a day where you can’t bring yourself to smile? Or blue like the bottomless of the pool where you first thought of me seeing you in a swimsuit? Is it blue like you always wanted the walls of your room to be? Blue like your favorite book cover, the one without a hole in the front? Blue like your favorite pair of jeans, the ones you wore so much the insides of the legs started to rip? No. My favorite color of blue was the sky after you were gone. The blue that was lit up by the sun. The blue that made me remember who I was. And that I didn’t need you anymore.

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I've always wondered What it would be like. To be in love with someone Who doesn't like art. Someone who hates the way music flows Who can't draw a line as anything but straight. Who can't see the beauty of the world, Who hates the way words string along. I think I'd hate it. I don't know how someone could hate The way a pencil glides across a page Or the way clashing notes solve themselves into harmony. I don't see how you could hate the colors of the sky Or the contrast in someone's hair. Or the way a poem feels I don't think I can understand that kind of love Everyone knows love stems from hate What did art do to you?

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Feb 4, 2020

Feb 4, 2020 at 11:37 AM UTC

What Did Art Do To You?

I've always wondered What it would be like. To be in love with someone Who doesn't like art. Someone who hates the way music flows Who can't draw a line as anything but straight. Who can't see the beauty of the world, Who hates the way words string along. I think I'd hate it. I don't know how someone could hate The way a pencil glides across a page Or the way clashing notes solve themselves into harmony. I don't see how you could hate the colors of the sky Or the contrast in someone's hair. Or the way a poem feels I don't think I can understand that kind of love Everyone knows love stems from hate What did art do to you?

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What if we are Like universes crossing Eerily similar But not the same We're the same in almost too many ways For it to be just a coincidence We've met and re-met too many times For it to not be fate What if our timelines are linked Just not in the way we want them to be What if I never see you again? I would much rather spend every day Noticing your eyes And smiling because they stay the same

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Feb 3, 2020

Feb 3, 2020 at 2:32 PM UTC

A Twist of Fate

What if we are Like universes crossing Eerily similar But not the same We're the same in almost too many ways For it to be just a coincidence We've met and re-met too many times For it to not be fate What if our timelines are linked Just not in the way we want them to be What if I never see you again? I would much rather spend every day Noticing your eyes And smiling because they stay the same

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You are amazing At asking if people are okay People never seem to ask if you’re okay Are you okay? I promise you that I really care, And I promise I'll listen to you. Talk about anything in the world, And I'll still be interested because of you. You are sweet, And kind. You have a soft soul And a sharp mind. You are amazing at being secretly powerful You are soft and sweet on the outside But under it all You have abs of steel and the wits of a wizard. You have an all-time minimum When it comes to self-confidence Maybe if you saw what I see That wouldn’t be true. You are gorgeous, In every way I can see. Your smile lights up every room, When you take your time to show it. Every single thing you say Every single thing you do Makes me in every kind of way More and more into you. I never thought that it was you Except inside I always knew You were always there But you were always new Always changing, Never the same. Nothing good Will ever stay the same. You are flawed I know that much for sure But it doesn’t really matter Because your flaws make you yourself. You are not perfect In the traditional way But you have always been perfect To me.

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Jan 29, 2020

Jan 29, 2020 at 11:00 AM UTC

I Wish You Saw What I See

You are amazing At asking if people are okay People never seem to ask if you’re okay Are you okay? I promise you that I really care, And I promise I'll listen to you. Talk about anything in the world, And I'll still be interested because of you. You are sweet, And kind. You have a soft soul And a sharp mind. You are amazing at being secretly powerful You are soft and sweet on the outside But under it all You have abs of steel and the wits of a wizard. You have an all-time minimum When it comes to self-confidence Maybe if you saw what I see That wouldn’t be true. You are gorgeous, In every way I can see. Your smile lights up every room, When you take your time to show it. Every single thing you say Every single thing you do Makes me in every kind of way More and more into you. I never thought that it was you Except inside I always knew You were always there But you were always new Always changing, Never the same. Nothing good Will ever stay the same. You are flawed I know that much for sure But it doesn’t really matter Because your flaws make you yourself. You are not perfect In the traditional way But you have always been perfect To me.

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