Rusty_Hatchet - Hello Poetry

The box in the attic unfolds a story of old memories from a kinder time And a tear falls down the man's cheek

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Nov 19, 2024

Nov 19, 2024 at 2:42 PM UTC

The box in the attic unfolds a story of old memories from a kinder time And a tear falls down the man's cheek

Every step forward, Uncovers my soul. Little by little The shell corrodes. Beams of light Shining through the cracks Into my non-adjusted eyes. While I wait for them to adjust, I prepare myself to feel the warmth Of love After so long Without it. Every minute It gets harder to stay in the darkness So I go To the warm shining light.

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Oct 29, 2024

Oct 29, 2024 at 3:31 PM UTC

Comfort Zone

Every step forward, Uncovers my soul. Little by little The shell corrodes. Beams of light Shining through the cracks Into my non-adjusted eyes. While I wait for them to adjust, I prepare myself to feel the warmth Of love After so long Without it. Every minute It gets harder to stay in the darkness So I go To the warm shining light.

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One boring day in the seventh grade, Trees seemed more interesting than the English lecture when a sudden paperclip hooked my pupils, like an expert fisherman. I was twisting, bending, and contorting the paperclip's shape into different things when It was time to test its conductivity in an outlet. I slowly put one end of the clip into one slot of the outlet… Nothing. The second paperclip under the table was like bait at the top of the water. Upon attaching the metal, I stuck one end in the outlet and the other end in the outle-SHZSHZSHZ POP. The outlet was destroyed Paperclip: disintegrated My fingers: Charred black

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Oct 29, 2024

Oct 29, 2024 at 3:29 PM UTC

Sizzle Sizzle Pop

One boring day in the seventh grade, Trees seemed more interesting than the English lecture when a sudden paperclip hooked my pupils, like an expert fisherman. I was twisting, bending, and contorting the paperclip's shape into different things when It was time to test its conductivity in an outlet. I slowly put one end of the clip into one slot of the outlet… Nothing. The second paperclip under the table was like bait at the top of the water. Upon attaching the metal, I stuck one end in the outlet and the other end in the outle-SHZSHZSHZ POP. The outlet was destroyed Paperclip: disintegrated My fingers: Charred black

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Surrounded by fake friends that won't stick around As opposed to being in the spotlight all by myself Reflecting upon small moments in my day Could it be because my happiness depends on others? Maybe… Or possibly I just can’t live without them Whatever the reason may be..... I find that I am happy that you listen to me

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Oct 29, 2024

Oct 29, 2024 at 3:19 PM UTC

Why Am I So Happy

Surrounded by fake friends that won't stick around As opposed to being in the spotlight all by myself Reflecting upon small moments in my day Could it be because my happiness depends on others? Maybe… Or possibly I just can’t live without them Whatever the reason may be..... I find that I am happy that you listen to me

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Every step forward, Uncovers my soul. Little by little The shell corrodes. Beams of light Shining through the cracks Into my non-adjusted eyes. While I wait for them to adjust, I prepare myself to feel the warmth Of love. Every minute It gets harder to stay in the darkness So I go To the warm shining light.

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Oct 29, 2024

Oct 29, 2024 at 2:33 PM UTC

Comfort Zone

Every step forward, Uncovers my soul. Little by little The shell corrodes. Beams of light Shining through the cracks Into my non-adjusted eyes. While I wait for them to adjust, I prepare myself to feel the warmth Of love. Every minute It gets harder to stay in the darkness So I go To the warm shining light.

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Sometimes I just want to hit my feelings with sticks. That’s just how it’s been since the crucible of our connection. You made your funny little jokes and everyone loved them, but no one knew how it felt to be on the other side. If only you would let me spread my wings and take off. If only.

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Oct 29, 2024

Oct 29, 2024 at 2:22 PM UTC

Fly

Sometimes I just want to hit my feelings with sticks. That’s just how it’s been since the crucible of our connection. You made your funny little jokes and everyone loved them, but no one knew how it felt to be on the other side. If only you would let me spread my wings and take off. If only.

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Summers ago, On a dark July night The expansive field was lit by the soft glow of explosions In the night sky. One boy whom decided he didn’t see enough of the glow, Ran out far away into the field, But he didn’t see The misfired shot into the blazing grass far away When he realized a whistling winding whirling missile was before him, It was too late. In that millisecond that felt like hours, colors, sparkles, and ashes Were all around And when it ended All he wanted Was to see it again.

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Oct 18, 2024

Oct 18, 2024 at 2:58 PM UTC

That Passionate Flame

Summers ago, On a dark July night The expansive field was lit by the soft glow of explosions In the night sky. One boy whom decided he didn’t see enough of the glow, Ran out far away into the field, But he didn’t see The misfired shot into the blazing grass far away When he realized a whistling winding whirling missile was before him, It was too late. In that millisecond that felt like hours, colors, sparkles, and ashes Were all around And when it ended All he wanted Was to see it again.

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The golden rays of light penetrate the space between the leaves On a nice cool autumn evening As the students walk the courtyard The boy waits for the her with flowers in his hand, his fingers twitching, toes tapping, waiting anxiously for this beauty to open her door The man throws a disc to his fluffy companion whom charges to catch it with all his might in the open field of the park The setting sun outlines the city in a bright orange glow as all the noises dim down to leave only a soft subtle calmness

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Oct 16, 2024

Oct 16, 2024 at 5:42 PM UTC

When the Yellow Leaves Fall

The golden rays of light penetrate the space between the leaves On a nice cool autumn evening As the students walk the courtyard The boy waits for the her with flowers in his hand, his fingers twitching, toes tapping, waiting anxiously for this beauty to open her door The man throws a disc to his fluffy companion whom charges to catch it with all his might in the open field of the park The setting sun outlines the city in a bright orange glow as all the noises dim down to leave only a soft subtle calmness

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My life is like a box of chocolates Being eaten up by different events, different illnesses, different... people While their wrappers keep them nice and tidy and clean My wrapper is gone, long torn away by hungry heathens The only flavor left in the box is the flavor no one wanted The flavor no one likes

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Oct 16, 2024

Oct 16, 2024 at 4:15 PM UTC

We Boxes of Chocolate

My life is like a box of chocolates Being eaten up by different events, different illnesses, different... people While their wrappers keep them nice and tidy and clean My wrapper is gone, long torn away by hungry heathens The only flavor left in the box is the flavor no one wanted The flavor no one likes

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Fallen Soldiers Rejoice For you have a savior. A rusty hatchet in that shack you used for cover. There are many outcomes of its use. Slam the enemy with tetanus, Chop the enemy into chunks, or surprise them with a flying orange hatchet of doom. O'l reliable gets the job done. O'l rusty hatchet.

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Oct 16, 2024

Oct 16, 2024 at 12:34 PM UTC

Rusty Hatchet

Fallen Soldiers Rejoice For you have a savior. A rusty hatchet in that shack you used for cover. There are many outcomes of its use. Slam the enemy with tetanus, Chop the enemy into chunks, or surprise them with a flying orange hatchet of doom. O'l reliable gets the job done. O'l rusty hatchet.

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