NuggetTheDino7 - Hello Poetry

I see ghosts. Well, I guess 'see' would be the wrong word. I feel them. There's two who live in this house, one, a gentle woman, who silently watches the tears that stream down my face, sometimes placing a gentle hand on my shoulder. I feel her eyes on me as I try on dresses, spinning with a smile across my face. I think she liked dressing up, her spirit radiating with delight when I do my hair and makeup. But when I do it for only my own Pleasure Is when she's the happiest. The other is a man: Tall, I imagine. He stands in the dark corners, making the shadows feel less alone. He breaks the silence, banging on doors, running through the halls. His soul is full of sorrow, but in a way that feels Familiar. I feel him watching as I read, late into the night. And yes, for most, that sounds creepy, But for me? It means I'm not alone. There was another, at the house I used to live in. I have no idea their gender, Only that they meant no harm. They played with the photos that hung above my desk, moved my socks, and felt Protective in a strange way. It resided in my room, and my family didn't like coming in, but the ghost never gave me anything more than a silent sense of wondering. In my family, everyone knows our spirits live on, be it their Christian or Native, (Or both, as I am.) We know that every late relative sprouts wings to fly. My Nana is a black butterfly- She often flutters by, checking on everyone she loves. Daisy came back as a yellow butterfly- I don't see her as much as I used to, but I know she hasn't forgotten me. Prince became a hawk: He watched me for weeks, sitting on my roof, flying above my head, until my grief began to heal. And like my grief will never fully leave, I still see him, wings spread against an open blue sky, saying 'hello,' In the moments where I couldn't need it more. I think sometimes, souls get lost in that process, or there's no one to see their Change. So they remain on Earth, in a way that most people can't see. But I see them- And so long as I do, they will never be alone.

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Jan 5

Jan 5, 2026 at 10:53 PM UTC

"I see Ghosts."

I see ghosts. Well, I guess 'see' would be the wrong word. I feel them. There's two who live in this house, one, a gentle woman, who silently watches the tears that stream down my face, sometimes placing a gentle hand on my shoulder. I feel her eyes on me as I try on dresses, spinning with a smile across my face. I think she liked dressing up, her spirit radiating with delight when I do my hair and makeup. But when I do it for only my own Pleasure Is when she's the happiest. The other is a man: Tall, I imagine. He stands in the dark corners, making the shadows feel less alone. He breaks the silence, banging on doors, running through the halls. His soul is full of sorrow, but in a way that feels Familiar. I feel him watching as I read, late into the night. And yes, for most, that sounds creepy, But for me? It means I'm not alone. There was another, at the house I used to live in. I have no idea their gender, Only that they meant no harm. They played with the photos that hung above my desk, moved my socks, and felt Protective in a strange way. It resided in my room, and my family didn't like coming in, but the ghost never gave me anything more than a silent sense of wondering. In my family, everyone knows our spirits live on, be it their Christian or Native, (Or both, as I am.) We know that every late relative sprouts wings to fly. My Nana is a black butterfly- She often flutters by, checking on everyone she loves. Daisy came back as a yellow butterfly- I don't see her as much as I used to, but I know she hasn't forgotten me. Prince became a hawk: He watched me for weeks, sitting on my roof, flying above my head, until my grief began to heal. And like my grief will never fully leave, I still see him, wings spread against an open blue sky, saying 'hello,' In the moments where I couldn't need it more. I think sometimes, souls get lost in that process, or there's no one to see their Change. So they remain on Earth, in a way that most people can't see. But I see them- And so long as I do, they will never be alone.

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I wish I had never met you. I wish you had never made me Believe that people can stay. Because you proved me wrong. I trusted you more than anyone I ever have, But you decided I was too Messed up. And though despite full awareness If how high my emotions run, You disappeared. And after I panicked, (FOR YOUR WELLBEING) You tell me, "Merry Christmas, But you’re the worst thing to happen to me." You post without context, "It’s time to move on," So I blocked you. And truthfully, I want to say I’m fine, But you have ripped the platform From under me, The only safety from The noose around my neck, And leaving me hoping Death would arrive sooner. But I will not cry anymore tears, Because they’d only be wasted, For you never used yours For me. I will not give you the Satisfaction of my death. I will cut the rope, One way or another, Because you will not be my downfall— Only a door that opens to Freedom. So thank God I knew you.

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Dec 26, 2025

Dec 26, 2025 at 11:47 PM UTC

Thank God I Knew You

I wish I had never met you. I wish you had never made me Believe that people can stay. Because you proved me wrong. I trusted you more than anyone I ever have, But you decided I was too Messed up. And though despite full awareness If how high my emotions run, You disappeared. And after I panicked, (FOR YOUR WELLBEING) You tell me, "Merry Christmas, But you’re the worst thing to happen to me." You post without context, "It’s time to move on," So I blocked you. And truthfully, I want to say I’m fine, But you have ripped the platform From under me, The only safety from The noose around my neck, And leaving me hoping Death would arrive sooner. But I will not cry anymore tears, Because they’d only be wasted, For you never used yours For me. I will not give you the Satisfaction of my death. I will cut the rope, One way or another, Because you will not be my downfall— Only a door that opens to Freedom. So thank God I knew you.

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You asked if you could leave to talk to someone else. I wanted to say no— Tried, even. Because I knew that when you would leave, I’d feel empty. I asked you why. You said you talk to me all the time. As if that’s a reason. But I heard "I’m sick of you." I heard "I hate you." I heard "I don’t love you." So instead of replying, Or asking again, I left on my own, Sentencing myself to the pain of Silence And Thoughts.

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Dec 26, 2025

Dec 26, 2025 at 12:30 AM UTC

The Mind of an Overthinker

You asked if you could leave to talk to someone else. I wanted to say no— Tried, even. Because I knew that when you would leave, I’d feel empty. I asked you why. You said you talk to me all the time. As if that’s a reason. But I heard "I’m sick of you." I heard "I hate you." I heard "I don’t love you." So instead of replying, Or asking again, I left on my own, Sentencing myself to the pain of Silence And Thoughts.

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You said it was all me. I say "like hell it was." I admitted I was in the wrong, apologized more than I can count, But it was you who silently left. I awake the next day to five words, Posted online for your friends to see. "It’s time to move on." I blocked you after that. You said I was bad for your mental health, As if you haven’t left me crying— But every tear I now regret. It wasn’t all me— But I’m mature enough to say I played part— It was you who didn’t understand You were all I had left. The only person in this messed up world I have trusted with truths I will never confess. You left me in my struggle, For your ‘health’ That wasn’t near as crippled As mine. I know I shouldn’t compare pain, But your privileged mind Will never know The monsters in mine. Your blessed legs Will never tremble like mine, Or force limits That you will never know. You do not know my pain, Despite my explanations it seems. for it appears your mind has grown too small To remember an ounce of empathy. And although I do no curse, I will yell "f*ck you," To my grave, Because what you’ve done to me Has been Hell all the same.

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Dec 25, 2025

Dec 25, 2025 at 11:08 PM UTC

"F*ck you"

You said it was all me. I say "like hell it was." I admitted I was in the wrong, apologized more than I can count, But it was you who silently left. I awake the next day to five words, Posted online for your friends to see. "It’s time to move on." I blocked you after that. You said I was bad for your mental health, As if you haven’t left me crying— But every tear I now regret. It wasn’t all me— But I’m mature enough to say I played part— It was you who didn’t understand You were all I had left. The only person in this messed up world I have trusted with truths I will never confess. You left me in my struggle, For your ‘health’ That wasn’t near as crippled As mine. I know I shouldn’t compare pain, But your privileged mind Will never know The monsters in mine. Your blessed legs Will never tremble like mine, Or force limits That you will never know. You do not know my pain, Despite my explanations it seems. for it appears your mind has grown too small To remember an ounce of empathy. And although I do no curse, I will yell "f*ck you," To my grave, Because what you’ve done to me Has been Hell all the same.

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You have a piece of my soul. It took me a while to figure out, how your laugh is contagious, your presence makes me feel safe. How I smile when I see you, because I know I'm no longer alone. You have a piece of my soul, even if I don't know how to tell you. I don't know when you took it, or if I gave it freely, but I know it means I trust you. You have a piece of my soul. And believe me, I know it's weird: Weird to say you have something that I'm supposed to keep close, yet now it's often so far. But I trust you– With my life, should I have to. But if you decide to walk away, there'd be a hole, left empty inside my chest. If you leave me in silence, thinking, "It will hurt her less this way," A part of me will be missing. You have a piece of my soul. So should you decide to leave, yell at me. Tell me you hate me, that I am nothing but a burden. Throw curses in my face, dirt in my eyes, and please– Shatter that piece of my soul on the ground, if only so I could try and mend the pieces, put together the shards, so I wouldn't feel hollow and incomplete. Because then I could still love you– But I'd be able to let go.

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Oct 26, 2025

Oct 26, 2025 at 2:36 AM UTC

Piece of my Soul

You have a piece of my soul. It took me a while to figure out, how your laugh is contagious, your presence makes me feel safe. How I smile when I see you, because I know I'm no longer alone. You have a piece of my soul, even if I don't know how to tell you. I don't know when you took it, or if I gave it freely, but I know it means I trust you. You have a piece of my soul. And believe me, I know it's weird: Weird to say you have something that I'm supposed to keep close, yet now it's often so far. But I trust you– With my life, should I have to. But if you decide to walk away, there'd be a hole, left empty inside my chest. If you leave me in silence, thinking, "It will hurt her less this way," A part of me will be missing. You have a piece of my soul. So should you decide to leave, yell at me. Tell me you hate me, that I am nothing but a burden. Throw curses in my face, dirt in my eyes, and please– Shatter that piece of my soul on the ground, if only so I could try and mend the pieces, put together the shards, so I wouldn't feel hollow and incomplete. Because then I could still love you– But I'd be able to let go.

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I didn't know I was Trapped Until I met You. ~ The walls were pressing in, Though slowly; Suffocating me, While I pretended not to notice. The darkness consumed me, As the light that was my life began to dim. I thought it was normal. Normal, as my eyes adjusted to the lack of light, my lungs to the lack of air. Adjusted to the merciless pain This world gives. I was alone; Glad about it at that. Glad that no one else had to Suffocate; That not one else Walked blindly Beside me. Then a door opened. Light poured in, Burning my eyes at first; The goodness disguised as bad. Then you walked in. You told me that light isn't evil, and that I'm supposed to breath In my own skin. Told me burdens are often too heavy for one to bare, but never too much for Many.

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Aug 31, 2025

Aug 31, 2025 at 8:25 PM UTC

Isolation

I didn't know I was Trapped Until I met You. ~ The walls were pressing in, Though slowly; Suffocating me, While I pretended not to notice. The darkness consumed me, As the light that was my life began to dim. I thought it was normal. Normal, as my eyes adjusted to the lack of light, my lungs to the lack of air. Adjusted to the merciless pain This world gives. I was alone; Glad about it at that. Glad that no one else had to Suffocate; That not one else Walked blindly Beside me. Then a door opened. Light poured in, Burning my eyes at first; The goodness disguised as bad. Then you walked in. You told me that light isn't evil, and that I'm supposed to breath In my own skin. Told me burdens are often too heavy for one to bare, but never too much for Many.

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Confusion is strange, Isn’t it? One second You’re sure of yourself, Confidence bleeding through Into every step. The next, You’re hugging yourself, Every insecurity highlighted, Wanting to disappear As everything you were sure of Begins to unfocus. Currently, I’m trying to get back to The first stage, While drowning in the second. Why didn’t you talk to me, This Tuesday morning? Why did you toss a bland “Hello” And walk away? But now you acknowledge me? When we’re forced to interact, To share the same space? Who told you to ignore me, Who told you to stop? Do you want to be around me, Or has someone Told you im too Friendless To leave? I’m sitting alone, Uncomfortable on this bench. A painful ring in my right ear, The sound of a fountain in my left. I don’t know if I should come find you, Or if I should just stay here, The opposite of a burden To you. (For you are nothing of the sort to me.) Because yesterday, You were all that I had here. And now? It feels as though I Have Nothing.

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Jul 5, 2025

Jul 5, 2025 at 10:18 PM UTC

Confusion

Confusion is strange, Isn’t it? One second You’re sure of yourself, Confidence bleeding through Into every step. The next, You’re hugging yourself, Every insecurity highlighted, Wanting to disappear As everything you were sure of Begins to unfocus. Currently, I’m trying to get back to The first stage, While drowning in the second. Why didn’t you talk to me, This Tuesday morning? Why did you toss a bland “Hello” And walk away? But now you acknowledge me? When we’re forced to interact, To share the same space? Who told you to ignore me, Who told you to stop? Do you want to be around me, Or has someone Told you im too Friendless To leave? I’m sitting alone, Uncomfortable on this bench. A painful ring in my right ear, The sound of a fountain in my left. I don’t know if I should come find you, Or if I should just stay here, The opposite of a burden To you. (For you are nothing of the sort to me.) Because yesterday, You were all that I had here. And now? It feels as though I Have Nothing.

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This world has broken me. My heart has shattered, Thrown down by Neglect. My soul has become Ash, Burned by the lies. My empty shell now searches for life; Someone who can piece together the Shards That cut when people get too close. Ashes, that sting When blown the wrong way. Who can erase scars That everyone avoids, Like they believe I’d given them to myself, (Even if some I did) And I’ll do the same to them. But then again, Who wants ugly? Especially when Thousands Shine brighter. So why? Might I ask, Would you choose the burden of holding me together, Your light warding off The pain Scars leave behind. Your gentle nature Repairing the shards that are My heart. And though no one can unburn What now floats away, You gave me a soul- One that only longs For You. (Hallelujah, is now the song I sing.)

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Jul 5, 2025

Jul 5, 2025 at 10:11 PM UTC

Ashes and Shards

This world has broken me. My heart has shattered, Thrown down by Neglect. My soul has become Ash, Burned by the lies. My empty shell now searches for life; Someone who can piece together the Shards That cut when people get too close. Ashes, that sting When blown the wrong way. Who can erase scars That everyone avoids, Like they believe I’d given them to myself, (Even if some I did) And I’ll do the same to them. But then again, Who wants ugly? Especially when Thousands Shine brighter. So why? Might I ask, Would you choose the burden of holding me together, Your light warding off The pain Scars leave behind. Your gentle nature Repairing the shards that are My heart. And though no one can unburn What now floats away, You gave me a soul- One that only longs For You. (Hallelujah, is now the song I sing.)

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I feel lost. People confidently walk beside me, Laughing with people they know. I don’t know where I am, The person to my left, or how i feel. Lights are blinding me, Screams draining my thoughts, Darkness scattered across my path. I recognize now I need Your light. Fill me with it, For without, I am nothing But merely Empty. I knew when the person to my right Laid their hand on my shoulder, my hand finding theirs. I knew when we broke from the collective prayer, A poetic, Individual, Rearrangement occurring As I spoke to You. One that would only be heard By my mind And Your ears. You led me to him, Told me years ago, "He is good." Though it never registered in what way. He is good, Because he is Yours, Your child, Sent to be my friend. For that I thank you, Lord, For without this boy who sat on my right, I wouldn’t recognize "I am lost" In many more ways than I Knew.

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Jul 5, 2025

Jul 5, 2025 at 1:02 AM UTC

Lost

I feel lost. People confidently walk beside me, Laughing with people they know. I don’t know where I am, The person to my left, or how i feel. Lights are blinding me, Screams draining my thoughts, Darkness scattered across my path. I recognize now I need Your light. Fill me with it, For without, I am nothing But merely Empty. I knew when the person to my right Laid their hand on my shoulder, my hand finding theirs. I knew when we broke from the collective prayer, A poetic, Individual, Rearrangement occurring As I spoke to You. One that would only be heard By my mind And Your ears. You led me to him, Told me years ago, "He is good." Though it never registered in what way. He is good, Because he is Yours, Your child, Sent to be my friend. For that I thank you, Lord, For without this boy who sat on my right, I wouldn’t recognize "I am lost" In many more ways than I Knew.

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3 years. That’s how long you were gone. 3 years, I had no mother, Though it still feels like I don’t. You don’t know me. My favorite color, Or my best friend. Don’t know the nights I cried, Depression twisting truths And spitting lies, All while you were away. 3 years, My father watched my grow, Helped me learn, And showed me love. All while you were away. Sometimes, You were simply behind a door, Typically locked, But when open, I wasn’t allowed in. If you can repeat any word, Or phrase You said to me, Those 3 years, That weren’t Manipulative Or Judgmental, Maybe, Though not likely, I’d forgive you. Forgive you for the 3 years I locked myself away.

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May 21, 2025

May 21, 2025 at 8:35 PM UTC

3 Years

3 years. That’s how long you were gone. 3 years, I had no mother, Though it still feels like I don’t. You don’t know me. My favorite color, Or my best friend. Don’t know the nights I cried, Depression twisting truths And spitting lies, All while you were away. 3 years, My father watched my grow, Helped me learn, And showed me love. All while you were away. Sometimes, You were simply behind a door, Typically locked, But when open, I wasn’t allowed in. If you can repeat any word, Or phrase You said to me, Those 3 years, That weren’t Manipulative Or Judgmental, Maybe, Though not likely, I’d forgive you. Forgive you for the 3 years I locked myself away.

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