Leepamerie - Hello Poetry

I don’t think I hate kids I know I say it, but when I see them smile, I smile. Part of me thinks the reason I’ve convinced myself that I hate them is because I fear I will bleed my childhood trauma onto them as my parents did to me. I’ve almost convinced myself nobody will stay long enough to want to marry me, why would they want another version of me around as well? Maybe I don’t hate kids, maybe I’m scared to taint their mentality. I know I say it, but when I hear them giggling, I start to giggle too. I’m convinced their giggles are helping to heal my inner child. How sweet it is to hear a mom parenting so gently, how endearing it is to watch a dad offer help when they need it. No need to ask, they’re just there to help them. They’re the cause of the giggles, two parents. Part of me thinks just knowing the newest generation being raised so kindly, is giving me hope.

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Aug 17, 2025

Aug 17, 2025 at 10:43 PM UTC

Having kids

I don’t think I hate kids I know I say it, but when I see them smile, I smile. Part of me thinks the reason I’ve convinced myself that I hate them is because I fear I will bleed my childhood trauma onto them as my parents did to me. I’ve almost convinced myself nobody will stay long enough to want to marry me, why would they want another version of me around as well? Maybe I don’t hate kids, maybe I’m scared to taint their mentality. I know I say it, but when I hear them giggling, I start to giggle too. I’m convinced their giggles are helping to heal my inner child. How sweet it is to hear a mom parenting so gently, how endearing it is to watch a dad offer help when they need it. No need to ask, they’re just there to help them. They’re the cause of the giggles, two parents. Part of me thinks just knowing the newest generation being raised so kindly, is giving me hope.

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Life may smother my flame, but it cannot hide the smoke bellowing from me. I reignite myself time and time again with a sliver of hope that I may once again be near you. There are times where I don't burn as bright and I'm afraid you may forget about me. How can one forget the trails I have treaded down for more wood for one's own fire? I have burned bright, and I have burned dim All the while the smoke never reaches you. It never chokes you awake in the middle of the night; it cannot reach you whilst you are out in town, or content painting at home. I may only dream of the day in which it can reach you. There is not a flame encasing my body that does not remind me of your touch.

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Jun 4, 2025

Jun 4, 2025 at 11:18 PM UTC

Burning to ashes

Life may smother my flame, but it cannot hide the smoke bellowing from me. I reignite myself time and time again with a sliver of hope that I may once again be near you. There are times where I don't burn as bright and I'm afraid you may forget about me. How can one forget the trails I have treaded down for more wood for one's own fire? I have burned bright, and I have burned dim All the while the smoke never reaches you. It never chokes you awake in the middle of the night; it cannot reach you whilst you are out in town, or content painting at home. I may only dream of the day in which it can reach you. There is not a flame encasing my body that does not remind me of your touch.

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The clouds in one's dilapidated mind, once parted ways to make room for you. Escaping each crevice, moving faster than the eye can see. Dusting and cleaning on their way out to make it appear more homelike to you. I have described my mind inside as a glorious wall, built with blood and tears, shrouded by constant storms; overran by parasitic flowers, devouring all feeling one might have for the outside world. On that day, to have described it in such a way that would have ruined my reputation as an honest person.

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Jun 4, 2025

Jun 4, 2025 at 11:12 PM UTC

Making room for you

The clouds in one's dilapidated mind, once parted ways to make room for you. Escaping each crevice, moving faster than the eye can see. Dusting and cleaning on their way out to make it appear more homelike to you. I have described my mind inside as a glorious wall, built with blood and tears, shrouded by constant storms; overran by parasitic flowers, devouring all feeling one might have for the outside world. On that day, to have described it in such a way that would have ruined my reputation as an honest person.

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Internally slamming my hands on a door that was locked from the other side, I begged for people to see me. And though I remained faceless in a crowded room, you didn't even need glasses to see right through. It wasn't a matter of how many times you looked my way, but how long you lingered. I know you wanted to unlock the door. Held back by other faces, you always ended up turning away. I'm still sitting on the other side; my palms bear blisters and scars from the years of trying to hold your attention. Hoping that one day, fate would bring your mind back to that night. Those days, even. I know that just like me, you wanted more. A decade later, I still try to turn the doorknob. Hoping that you may be standing on the other side, waiting for me as I have you. Looking at my ****** hands, I know that to not be true.

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Jun 4, 2025

Jun 4, 2025 at 11:07 PM UTC

Apple Tree

Internally slamming my hands on a door that was locked from the other side, I begged for people to see me. And though I remained faceless in a crowded room, you didn't even need glasses to see right through. It wasn't a matter of how many times you looked my way, but how long you lingered. I know you wanted to unlock the door. Held back by other faces, you always ended up turning away. I'm still sitting on the other side; my palms bear blisters and scars from the years of trying to hold your attention. Hoping that one day, fate would bring your mind back to that night. Those days, even. I know that just like me, you wanted more. A decade later, I still try to turn the doorknob. Hoping that you may be standing on the other side, waiting for me as I have you. Looking at my ****** hands, I know that to not be true.

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Inhaling the sky, Absorbing the sun, An unspoken sprayer for this war to be won. Two candles lit, A placemat below Representing the moon and sea, and the places she'll go. Three cards pulled Knight and Page of Cups, Six of Swords, The atmosphere erupted in a downpour. A wax sealed letter, Adorned with red string With no idea where this might lead. A hopeful Pisces whispering out one final plea, Universe this one time, let it finally be me.

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Jun 4, 2025

Jun 4, 2025 at 11:01 PM UTC

The letter

Inhaling the sky, Absorbing the sun, An unspoken sprayer for this war to be won. Two candles lit, A placemat below Representing the moon and sea, and the places she'll go. Three cards pulled Knight and Page of Cups, Six of Swords, The atmosphere erupted in a downpour. A wax sealed letter, Adorned with red string With no idea where this might lead. A hopeful Pisces whispering out one final plea, Universe this one time, let it finally be me.

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Running as fast as my heart will let me Limping, breathing heavily but still, running. Outrunning the thought that I’ll be alone forever, but not keeping up the pace with you. Every now and again you stop to look at flowers on the sidewalk, and though you stand perfectly still, it’s as if I’m running in place.

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Jan 27, 2025

Jan 27, 2025 at 2:48 PM UTC

Keeping up

Running as fast as my heart will let me Limping, breathing heavily but still, running. Outrunning the thought that I’ll be alone forever, but not keeping up the pace with you. Every now and again you stop to look at flowers on the sidewalk, and though you stand perfectly still, it’s as if I’m running in place.

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One day you're laughing in Durango, Looking across rivers at rainbows The colors so vivid, lights so bright you can almost see the happiness jumping out of your eyes. You would've never thought laughs, Would become echoes - far from your reach. The rainbows you once saw turn to stormy black skies, Those eyes that once shined - now glossed over. You said we'd see these rainbows forever, I cant see them through my tears. C.k

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Apr 25, 2023

Apr 25, 2023 at 1:40 AM UTC

Rivers and Rainbows pt.2

One day you're laughing in Durango, Looking across rivers at rainbows The colors so vivid, lights so bright you can almost see the happiness jumping out of your eyes. You would've never thought laughs, Would become echoes - far from your reach. The rainbows you once saw turn to stormy black skies, Those eyes that once shined - now glossed over. You said we'd see these rainbows forever, I cant see them through my tears. C.k

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If you stop and really think about it We are not withering We are simply creating what was not yet C.K

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Apr 29, 2021

Apr 29, 2021 at 2:29 AM UTC

Anonymously yours

If you stop and really think about it We are not withering We are simply creating what was not yet C.K

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The tracing of fingers Swirling down my spine Like the most delicate and intricate Ice skaters known to our kind You painted me into existence With each uplift, A new part of me appeared And just like that I felt myself cohere My soul to those tiny little skaters That were twisting and twirling Like magic fairy dust when I was young A whole new dream world had become Lost in a fantasy, maybe. But I still can't quite get over the way you say "Baby." And it drives me wild to know, That I as a person have a newfound home, In a being that took the time To use soft brush strokes, And to draw paintings on me With his fingertips Creating a whole new version of ice skating Bringing a whole new meaning to the word Refurbished Because when he slides his fingers across My skin I dont feel "reused" I feel brand new And all I can think of are these beautiful Thoughts that come from myself All spanning from the lines he used He created a whole new shade of "who" I no longer ice skate alone, When my hearts tracing with you. C.ļ

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Jul 29, 2020

Jul 29, 2020 at 1:12 AM UTC

Ice Skaters

The tracing of fingers Swirling down my spine Like the most delicate and intricate Ice skaters known to our kind You painted me into existence With each uplift, A new part of me appeared And just like that I felt myself cohere My soul to those tiny little skaters That were twisting and twirling Like magic fairy dust when I was young A whole new dream world had become Lost in a fantasy, maybe. But I still can't quite get over the way you say "Baby." And it drives me wild to know, That I as a person have a newfound home, In a being that took the time To use soft brush strokes, And to draw paintings on me With his fingertips Creating a whole new version of ice skating Bringing a whole new meaning to the word Refurbished Because when he slides his fingers across My skin I dont feel "reused" I feel brand new And all I can think of are these beautiful Thoughts that come from myself All spanning from the lines he used He created a whole new shade of "who" I no longer ice skate alone, When my hearts tracing with you. C.ļ

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Trusted on sight Lost in words I wonder what colors he would use for me? Like an expensive painting in a museum You intrigued me, Stopped me dead in my tracks Such intelligence wrapped in delicacy Careful words change to careless laughter You are the most astonishing piece Nervous fiddling Strangers once maybe I could feel your soul reaching Digging deep for something unknown to you Let me help, I have a light Mysterious, Eccentric and living golden In a land of mountains and wind My light stayed lit As I said nothing You worked, you searched You paused and looked up By accident, our eyes met And I've been wondering ever since What colors would he use for me? C.ļ

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Jul 4, 2020

Jul 4, 2020 at 1:56 AM UTC

a human as art

Trusted on sight Lost in words I wonder what colors he would use for me? Like an expensive painting in a museum You intrigued me, Stopped me dead in my tracks Such intelligence wrapped in delicacy Careful words change to careless laughter You are the most astonishing piece Nervous fiddling Strangers once maybe I could feel your soul reaching Digging deep for something unknown to you Let me help, I have a light Mysterious, Eccentric and living golden In a land of mountains and wind My light stayed lit As I said nothing You worked, you searched You paused and looked up By accident, our eyes met And I've been wondering ever since What colors would he use for me? C.ļ

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