RENS - Hello Poetry

I feel many people have been addicted to a number: The score on that exam The number on the scale The number of views The approaching date The amount of cash

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Mar 28

Mar 28, 2026 at 2:25 PM UTC

Addicted to the Number

I feel many people have been addicted to a number: The score on that exam The number on the scale The number of views The approaching date The amount of cash

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I wish you cared that this was the end. We drifted apart— at least that’s what I keep telling myself. Turning a blind eye masked with oblivion; the outcome was the same. Look at us now, two somebodies with the face of nobodies.

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Mar 25

Mar 25, 2026 at 7:59 PM UTC

Something to Nothing

I wish you cared that this was the end. We drifted apart— at least that’s what I keep telling myself. Turning a blind eye masked with oblivion; the outcome was the same. Look at us now, two somebodies with the face of nobodies.

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I'm watering a dead flower— The petals are wilted, And the leaves are far dried— Yet every morning I get up And pour my limited clean water over it, The water slides off the light brown corpse And barely get absorbed into the dirt— Yet I still water it. … I'm watering a lost cause— I keep repotting my dead flower, And putting fertilizers into the soil, Yet it never grows— I'm more than aware that it will never grow, Yet I keep watering it. … The flower has begun to smell, Not like it did last June— Yet still, I don’t throw it away. The leaves have fallen off And the petals are shriveled, Yet I still hold onto this dead flower, Like a piece of me died with it. And that piece of me is Still rotting with it.

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Mar 23

Mar 23, 2026 at 8:48 PM UTC

Dead Flowers

I'm watering a dead flower— The petals are wilted, And the leaves are far dried— Yet every morning I get up And pour my limited clean water over it, The water slides off the light brown corpse And barely get absorbed into the dirt— Yet I still water it. … I'm watering a lost cause— I keep repotting my dead flower, And putting fertilizers into the soil, Yet it never grows— I'm more than aware that it will never grow, Yet I keep watering it. … The flower has begun to smell, Not like it did last June— Yet still, I don’t throw it away. The leaves have fallen off And the petals are shriveled, Yet I still hold onto this dead flower, Like a piece of me died with it. And that piece of me is Still rotting with it.

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I buried a kid I never knew. With it left: Innocence Longing Joy Creativity Happiness Hope —All the things I never met before the coffin closed.

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Mar 22

Mar 22, 2026 at 8:53 PM UTC

Feelings gone too soon

I buried a kid I never knew. With it left: Innocence Longing Joy Creativity Happiness Hope —All the things I never met before the coffin closed.

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I hate you, I really do, But I could never fully Hate you, Because at the end of the day you were yesterday’s everything, today’s burden, and tomorrow’s stranger. I can still see yesterday somewhere in those distant eyes, but does it really matter? I watched our world crumble and burn, And what’s left? Nothing but ashes left behind when I lit the match.

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Mar 21

Mar 21, 2026 at 6:42 PM UTC

Someones something.

I hate you, I really do, But I could never fully Hate you, Because at the end of the day you were yesterday’s everything, today’s burden, and tomorrow’s stranger. I can still see yesterday somewhere in those distant eyes, but does it really matter? I watched our world crumble and burn, And what’s left? Nothing but ashes left behind when I lit the match.

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You didn’t say sorry, Or that you even wanted this from me, Yet I’ll give it to you, because sometimes it takes forgiveness to forget.

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Mar 20

Mar 20, 2026 at 2:59 PM UTC

I forgive you.