M0thman - Hello Poetry

For my English III class Mr. P had sprawled out S T A C K S of books in t h e front of his classroom. He had a short lecture and introduction to blackout poetry, then everyone shot out of their chairs to find a page they wanted I was the last to go up, the first book I found had a beautiful picture and I decided to use it Months later the assignment was completed and in the gradebook, he said if we wanted we could keep them Now as I lay in my room at 2:34 AM on a Friday I sit and think about it. It wasn't long ago when I created it, but it also had been enough time for me to leave the public school entirely to could be homeschooled The only thing I regret was not saying goodbye to him in person And getting that poem

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Nov 9, 2024

Nov 9, 2024 at 3:42 AM UTC

Remembering what I forgot

For my English III class Mr. P had sprawled out S T A C K S of books in t h e front of his classroom. He had a short lecture and introduction to blackout poetry, then everyone shot out of their chairs to find a page they wanted I was the last to go up, the first book I found had a beautiful picture and I decided to use it Months later the assignment was completed and in the gradebook, he said if we wanted we could keep them Now as I lay in my room at 2:34 AM on a Friday I sit and think about it. It wasn't long ago when I created it, but it also had been enough time for me to leave the public school entirely to could be homeschooled The only thing I regret was not saying goodbye to him in person And getting that poem

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I am no poet For I don't understand the way people format or the way people write I am no poet For I can't ever find the correct phrases and words or why I have to sound d e e p and meaningful For I am no poet. But I do like to put my thoughts down, no matter how weird or unimportant Always want to be heard but sometimes I'm too quiet, can't be heard or I say something, some word wrong I am no poet I hate rhythm and rhymes I just want someone to l i s t e n

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Nov 7, 2024

Nov 7, 2024 at 7:25 PM UTC

if not a poet, what am i?

I am no poet For I don't understand the way people format or the way people write I am no poet For I can't ever find the correct phrases and words or why I have to sound d e e p and meaningful For I am no poet. But I do like to put my thoughts down, no matter how weird or unimportant Always want to be heard but sometimes I'm too quiet, can't be heard or I say something, some word wrong I am no poet I hate rhythm and rhymes I just want someone to l i s t e n

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I went to my friend, Bug’s house, my anxiety was killing for for the first half. while walking through the windy woods, We decided to set up a campfire. Soon the wood was on fire, gradually sending small sparks of hot ash into the air. The cool breeze, and the heat raging, the burning firewood was hypnotizing to look at.

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Oct 18, 2024

Oct 18, 2024 at 1:49 PM UTC

S'mores

I went to my friend, Bug’s house, my anxiety was killing for for the first half. while walking through the windy woods, We decided to set up a campfire. Soon the wood was on fire, gradually sending small sparks of hot ash into the air. The cool breeze, and the heat raging, the burning firewood was hypnotizing to look at.

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The firewood crackles, making tiny sparks fly, The pots and pans cooking food create a thin mist, It’s gloomy. Both men in their puffy coats check on the cooking food, The silence in the forest is loud, louder than the boiling soup and hot steam from the kettle

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Oct 11, 2024

Oct 11, 2024 at 4:31 PM UTC

Awkward Silence

The firewood crackles, making tiny sparks fly, The pots and pans cooking food create a thin mist, It’s gloomy. Both men in their puffy coats check on the cooking food, The silence in the forest is loud, louder than the boiling soup and hot steam from the kettle

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Below their sight, Their souls are inside their minds. Hidden.

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Oct 11, 2024

Oct 11, 2024 at 4:29 PM UTC

What's Down Below

Below their sight, Their souls are inside their minds. Hidden.

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There are worms in my brain. They tend to dance endlessly. I want them to disappear, now.

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Oct 11, 2024

Oct 11, 2024 at 4:28 PM UTC

Brain food

There are worms in my brain. They tend to dance endlessly. I want them to disappear, now.

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You haunted me my dark night You're spirit is beautiful.

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Oct 11, 2024

Oct 11, 2024 at 1:44 PM UTC

Such a lovely ghost

You haunted me my dark night You're spirit is beautiful.

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Little darlin’, it’s been a long, cold, lonely winter It feels like years since it’s been here Now I have baggy, dull shirts with jeans Then, I’d wear anything but Now I struggle with communicating Then, I was a social butterfly Now I can’t seem to find motivation for art often Then my stepdad would push me to do what I loved because he said I was “Amazing and talented!” Little darlin’, I feel like ice is slowly melting in my brain. It feels like years since my head has been clear. I tend to miss him and his grayish eyes that always had a twinkle in them when he was cheerful Now I sit in my room figuring out what to do with myself Then, Eddie would check on me while I was splattering colorful paint on a bright white canvas But here comes the sun each day, I dread it almost every time because the thought of missing loved ones hurts too much. Now, I wake up before the sun, waiting to see how my week unravels like a red carpet. Then, I used to want to grow up & move out of this place, Now I’m not sure what to do. But it’s alright, soon I’ll start to feel like me again.

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Oct 11, 2024

Oct 11, 2024 at 1:41 PM UTC

Now and Then After Original Poem Sometimes and Others by Onyx (Hello Poetry) + Here Comes The Sun by The Beatles

Little darlin’, it’s been a long, cold, lonely winter It feels like years since it’s been here Now I have baggy, dull shirts with jeans Then, I’d wear anything but Now I struggle with communicating Then, I was a social butterfly Now I can’t seem to find motivation for art often Then my stepdad would push me to do what I loved because he said I was “Amazing and talented!” Little darlin’, I feel like ice is slowly melting in my brain. It feels like years since my head has been clear. I tend to miss him and his grayish eyes that always had a twinkle in them when he was cheerful Now I sit in my room figuring out what to do with myself Then, Eddie would check on me while I was splattering colorful paint on a bright white canvas But here comes the sun each day, I dread it almost every time because the thought of missing loved ones hurts too much. Now, I wake up before the sun, waiting to see how my week unravels like a red carpet. Then, I used to want to grow up & move out of this place, Now I’m not sure what to do. But it’s alright, soon I’ll start to feel like me again.

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