Lovestreet1968 - Hello Poetry

Write that song Drink that drink Cry so long That you sink Nobody knows me I’m always locked outside Of who they want me to be So I run and hide I could never love anyone So don’t waste your time But now I’m done So scrub off the grime.

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Apr 5

Apr 5, 2026 at 9:57 PM UTC

Sick

Write that song Drink that drink Cry so long That you sink Nobody knows me I’m always locked outside Of who they want me to be So I run and hide I could never love anyone So don’t waste your time But now I’m done So scrub off the grime.

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The frothy sea-foam whispered secrets to the shore Just to get pulled back home by its mother A pearly-pale girl walks just beside the chaos As a shallow, grey storm pushed vibrance to the side Shells of different hues collect on the sand in flurries As lady-earth stirred the ocean with rage Wishing to erase humanities wrong-doings Crystal-clear drops of rain rush down her gloomy European features Tasting of the burden, filth and time She could almost hear the faded memories From her childhood whispering and reaching out faintly The girl knew as her footprints were imbedded in wet sand That she would never feel the same again As she did all those years ago.

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Mar 30

Mar 30, 2026 at 12:50 PM UTC

Whispers

The frothy sea-foam whispered secrets to the shore Just to get pulled back home by its mother A pearly-pale girl walks just beside the chaos As a shallow, grey storm pushed vibrance to the side Shells of different hues collect on the sand in flurries As lady-earth stirred the ocean with rage Wishing to erase humanities wrong-doings Crystal-clear drops of rain rush down her gloomy European features Tasting of the burden, filth and time She could almost hear the faded memories From her childhood whispering and reaching out faintly The girl knew as her footprints were imbedded in wet sand That she would never feel the same again As she did all those years ago.

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Tear-stained cheeks stare back at me Blotchy and burning in the mirror As the daggers I threw at you Came flying back to meet me When I cried at the sight Of my waist and hips I would always depreciate Your face, body, and lips The way I’d splatter The blood from my wounds onto you As if my pain was an excuse To hurt a child like you And now I feel my face Shifting into something new Melting, molding into those who hurt me once before Now I’m yearning for A trenchant blade wrapped in lace So I could excise the rot From my infected core I miss the sweetness I used to hold The joys I used to spread around But now I’ve run so cold So I don’t speak a sound I’m so sick of myself I wish I’d praised you growing up Building you proud and vibrant And yet I shattered how you used to admire me During your first memories in childhood I pressed a sizzling red stamp Onto your self-worth And yet you still followed me There’s no string of words I could ever say To make any of your pain go away What’s done is done Maybe the solution to this problem is my death Because this is the only solution left.

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Mar 8

Mar 8, 2026 at 4:58 AM UTC

The final solution.

Tear-stained cheeks stare back at me Blotchy and burning in the mirror As the daggers I threw at you Came flying back to meet me When I cried at the sight Of my waist and hips I would always depreciate Your face, body, and lips The way I’d splatter The blood from my wounds onto you As if my pain was an excuse To hurt a child like you And now I feel my face Shifting into something new Melting, molding into those who hurt me once before Now I’m yearning for A trenchant blade wrapped in lace So I could excise the rot From my infected core I miss the sweetness I used to hold The joys I used to spread around But now I’ve run so cold So I don’t speak a sound I’m so sick of myself I wish I’d praised you growing up Building you proud and vibrant And yet I shattered how you used to admire me During your first memories in childhood I pressed a sizzling red stamp Onto your self-worth And yet you still followed me There’s no string of words I could ever say To make any of your pain go away What’s done is done Maybe the solution to this problem is my death Because this is the only solution left.

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She fled for cheap Chardonnay Ignoring the cold dreadful way She left the most loyal lover She never had, and yet betrayed Although I waited throughout The lonely nights and vacant days These feelings never went away So I cradled a sliver of hope and stayed Now I wonder if I was just a joke As I sat in the grass wrapped in smoke My fingertips holding onto the scent of bitter-sweet nicotine Bathing in the moon’s pale familiar beam I ponder why it seems I remain a last choice I wonder if I will live to hear a lover’s voice.

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Feb 23

Feb 23, 2026 at 3:01 PM UTC

Cheap Chardonnay

She fled for cheap Chardonnay Ignoring the cold dreadful way She left the most loyal lover She never had, and yet betrayed Although I waited throughout The lonely nights and vacant days These feelings never went away So I cradled a sliver of hope and stayed Now I wonder if I was just a joke As I sat in the grass wrapped in smoke My fingertips holding onto the scent of bitter-sweet nicotine Bathing in the moon’s pale familiar beam I ponder why it seems I remain a last choice I wonder if I will live to hear a lover’s voice.

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The transition from vibrance To the vast, abysmal silence Is one I cannot remember Suddenly a pale, ghostly fog Stretched itself across the face of the earth And everything went dead Simply observing as the world whirls by Through tainted panes of glass Ignoring all that was said The frosted line begins to blur Slithering ruthless and undeserved The grey stumbled and stirred Muffling my screams, not to be heard When did it begin? How did I allow the darkness to creep in? Killing the moon-child and planting a seed Nurturing a perfectionist within its greed

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Feb 23

Feb 23, 2026 at 2:47 PM UTC

Killing the moon-child

The transition from vibrance To the vast, abysmal silence Is one I cannot remember Suddenly a pale, ghostly fog Stretched itself across the face of the earth And everything went dead Simply observing as the world whirls by Through tainted panes of glass Ignoring all that was said The frosted line begins to blur Slithering ruthless and undeserved The grey stumbled and stirred Muffling my screams, not to be heard When did it begin? How did I allow the darkness to creep in? Killing the moon-child and planting a seed Nurturing a perfectionist within its greed

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I feel as if everything inside me has died Emotions deserted to decay, mangled horrifically and unrecognizable Allowing my soul to slip into an endless forest of blue Massacred mercilessly into a ****** crimson hue Gifted a brain wired for predetermined spirals Robbing my blank canvas of a pretty smile They depicted me as a ghost with milky nothingness As I saw a million visions, they saw the abyss Sometimes I wish they would hear the words I speak But their gaze just passes right through me Maybe the fault is mine for being so tragically meek So the beauty beneath my words Dances without being seen.

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Feb 23

Feb 23, 2026 at 2:36 PM UTC

What people dont see.

I feel as if everything inside me has died Emotions deserted to decay, mangled horrifically and unrecognizable Allowing my soul to slip into an endless forest of blue Massacred mercilessly into a ****** crimson hue Gifted a brain wired for predetermined spirals Robbing my blank canvas of a pretty smile They depicted me as a ghost with milky nothingness As I saw a million visions, they saw the abyss Sometimes I wish they would hear the words I speak But their gaze just passes right through me Maybe the fault is mine for being so tragically meek So the beauty beneath my words Dances without being seen.

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His face illuminated by the glimmering light While I stood beneath the velvet cloak of night His voice stealing my focus amongst the melody of disarray With every buzzing, burning word, I feel my worries decay My tarnished heart cleansed by so few words Although strange, and new, and a bit absurd Magnetic hums drag curiously across The endless crystal lake Seeping through devilish thorns and weary moss Like a strange, dotted snake Sapphire eyes filled with dreams and longing Puncture my guarded, yearning heart Oozing the crackle of burning embers His gaze whispering the divine tragedy of art But when the musics over And you’ve slithered away The silence still lingers With words you longed to say His jeweled sapphire eyes Explain what words couldn’t And makes my brain Think thoughts it shouldn’t Pressing sweet, damp kisses Upon my porcelain cheeks I dream of being your Mrs. Allowing your marks of love to leave me weak Unlike anything I’ve seen, you may find Yourself cushioned softly, cherished Sleeping in the fabric of my mind A soul like yours may never perish.

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Jan 6

Jan 6, 2026 at 3:10 AM UTC

Sapphire eyes

His face illuminated by the glimmering light While I stood beneath the velvet cloak of night His voice stealing my focus amongst the melody of disarray With every buzzing, burning word, I feel my worries decay My tarnished heart cleansed by so few words Although strange, and new, and a bit absurd Magnetic hums drag curiously across The endless crystal lake Seeping through devilish thorns and weary moss Like a strange, dotted snake Sapphire eyes filled with dreams and longing Puncture my guarded, yearning heart Oozing the crackle of burning embers His gaze whispering the divine tragedy of art But when the musics over And you’ve slithered away The silence still lingers With words you longed to say His jeweled sapphire eyes Explain what words couldn’t And makes my brain Think thoughts it shouldn’t Pressing sweet, damp kisses Upon my porcelain cheeks I dream of being your Mrs. Allowing your marks of love to leave me weak Unlike anything I’ve seen, you may find Yourself cushioned softly, cherished Sleeping in the fabric of my mind A soul like yours may never perish.

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Words are uttered, but fail to enlighten The needle of time prods me awake Just as I began to hear whispers of sleep planting absurd pictures Within my brain With a creeping, fuzzy breath Souls robbed of the chances Wrestling furiously Reminding me of how careless and fleeting Moments can be Words that once Were so pregnant with meaning So ripe with youth Now feel hollow Now it seems to me The emptiest pills Will always be The hardest pills to swallow A single chance, 70 or so years To build myself tall So I don’t disappear.

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Jan 5

Jan 5, 2026 at 12:30 AM UTC

70 or so years.

Words are uttered, but fail to enlighten The needle of time prods me awake Just as I began to hear whispers of sleep planting absurd pictures Within my brain With a creeping, fuzzy breath Souls robbed of the chances Wrestling furiously Reminding me of how careless and fleeting Moments can be Words that once Were so pregnant with meaning So ripe with youth Now feel hollow Now it seems to me The emptiest pills Will always be The hardest pills to swallow A single chance, 70 or so years To build myself tall So I don’t disappear.

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We were driving slow And you didn’t know How dangerous I was. The final destination Is destruction But you thought it was love

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Jan 3

Jan 3, 2026 at 2:58 PM UTC

Driving slow

We were driving slow And you didn’t know How dangerous I was. The final destination Is destruction But you thought it was love

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She sheds crystal offerings As her lips tremble With the last goodbye She has lived many lives Pressuring her harshly To not fall shy The streets were born As golden fields And were forged into immortality A child once pure Coddling a cotton-white shield Stained with mans brutality In a perfect world “Sin” is accepted And lives in normality As the truth unfurls Shame would die Allowing us to enjoy our lives, freely But we can only dream.

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Jan 1

Jan 1, 2026 at 4:33 PM UTC

We can only dream

She sheds crystal offerings As her lips tremble With the last goodbye She has lived many lives Pressuring her harshly To not fall shy The streets were born As golden fields And were forged into immortality A child once pure Coddling a cotton-white shield Stained with mans brutality In a perfect world “Sin” is accepted And lives in normality As the truth unfurls Shame would die Allowing us to enjoy our lives, freely But we can only dream.

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