STAR - Hello Poetry

Once apon a time you were taller than me, I use to look up to you . Hows that going for you ? Once apon times I would brush air over my head just so the movement would distract you from how far I cut in too short . Apon times it would bother me that the difference was noticeable, that you would see my lack of intimate as provable. Times have changed, little did you know by the end of your era you would still be here Standing the same. Little did you know you would be the real one to blame. Little did I know your height was what had me slouching, your leg to my ribs, pressed upon my shoulders and gripes, shouting. Little did I know I wasn’t really going insane, l cant believe your rip of me was all really for a ticket to fame. Time I found out why your height never spurt, Why it blew out, why your back and knees always hurt. Just the fact of now knowing why there were weird holes your shirt... how your goal was to make my pain part of your game and observe... You had me light headed, dizzy and wishing my mother never gave birth. Intervals have changed, just like how you grew into your shoes and out of my height, One clock later I grew out of shattered glass and my completely torn tights. I thank the tik that the rhythm of the tok never fully aligned, that the moment was never really right, that I could always wear heals and feel just fine. At this point there is nothing l cant survive. I enjoy the breeze down here. Without your throats thunder over my head. Without me on my knees praying my life wouldn’t keep feeling as if it was time I made it the end. So sitting on your ice hill , freezing stood forward, the best thing i ever did for my self was push you out of the powerd battery portal. I thought there would be a bright day after the storm. But i drowned in your hail tornado mind swarm.

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Apr 27, 2025

Apr 27, 2025 at 3:02 PM UTC

Times blood of the summit

Once apon a time you were taller than me, I use to look up to you . Hows that going for you ? Once apon times I would brush air over my head just so the movement would distract you from how far I cut in too short . Apon times it would bother me that the difference was noticeable, that you would see my lack of intimate as provable. Times have changed, little did you know by the end of your era you would still be here Standing the same. Little did you know you would be the real one to blame. Little did I know your height was what had me slouching, your leg to my ribs, pressed upon my shoulders and gripes, shouting. Little did I know I wasn’t really going insane, l cant believe your rip of me was all really for a ticket to fame. Time I found out why your height never spurt, Why it blew out, why your back and knees always hurt. Just the fact of now knowing why there were weird holes your shirt... how your goal was to make my pain part of your game and observe... You had me light headed, dizzy and wishing my mother never gave birth. Intervals have changed, just like how you grew into your shoes and out of my height, One clock later I grew out of shattered glass and my completely torn tights. I thank the tik that the rhythm of the tok never fully aligned, that the moment was never really right, that I could always wear heals and feel just fine. At this point there is nothing l cant survive. I enjoy the breeze down here. Without your throats thunder over my head. Without me on my knees praying my life wouldn’t keep feeling as if it was time I made it the end. So sitting on your ice hill , freezing stood forward, the best thing i ever did for my self was push you out of the powerd battery portal. I thought there would be a bright day after the storm. But i drowned in your hail tornado mind swarm.

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The current died, ****** I’m afraid. It left her lying wide awake. Maybe in another universe she was treated right, The moon’s pull couldn’t have drowned her, right? Would it be too much to wave the question? To ask why her eyes turned Sahara and dried up without the suns message? Golden hour wouldn’t matter if all that she thought about was the moons patterns. How he brought rein,rain and fkd up her ways to follow stars that le- ead to what really m- atters today . So with her collapsed coffin coral and fried tides , she decided it was t- ime for her like once before comeback to life. Not a word not a sou- nd but a crash and s- plash, at last she lives reflecting t- he moons attack, as her water pounds.

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Apr 25, 2025

Apr 25, 2025 at 4:38 PM UTC

Tongue (Tide)

The current died, ****** I’m afraid. It left her lying wide awake. Maybe in another universe she was treated right, The moon’s pull couldn’t have drowned her, right? Would it be too much to wave the question? To ask why her eyes turned Sahara and dried up without the suns message? Golden hour wouldn’t matter if all that she thought about was the moons patterns. How he brought rein,rain and fkd up her ways to follow stars that le- ead to what really m- atters today . So with her collapsed coffin coral and fried tides , she decided it was t- ime for her like once before comeback to life. Not a word not a sou- nd but a crash and s- plash, at last she lives reflecting t- he moons attack, as her water pounds.

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Red, the colour that drew me in. What sits in my skin and flows through yours and his. My favorite dark shade of rage or cranberry poison i sip in. My colour makes way for my craft, so know , my chest stopped beating when you palleted me like that. You held a brush to my detail and swam to make contrast , blue in my veins, blue on you. Ice that hit the reflection of my sky, sky to sea, sea to skin , skin to you. for a last… Your eyes , im am now blue. From never been read, red, said. To feeling being.violet again.

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Mar 26, 2025

Mar 26, 2025 at 11:08 AM UTC

Pulse pallet

Red, the colour that drew me in. What sits in my skin and flows through yours and his. My favorite dark shade of rage or cranberry poison i sip in. My colour makes way for my craft, so know , my chest stopped beating when you palleted me like that. You held a brush to my detail and swam to make contrast , blue in my veins, blue on you. Ice that hit the reflection of my sky, sky to sea, sea to skin , skin to you. for a last… Your eyes , im am now blue. From never been read, red, said. To feeling being.violet again.

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It stung to my core, a bite so deep it pierced my skin. You opened me up for dessert and left me out to dry, to sit, in the sun, to turn. Seedless, discolored, lifeless, Sunburnt. Don’t cover me in cinnamon because you want more bites, the only thing I have left is my stem and my sour taste of light.

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Mar 21, 2025

Mar 21, 2025 at 2:26 PM UTC

Your rot

It stung to my core, a bite so deep it pierced my skin. You opened me up for dessert and left me out to dry, to sit, in the sun, to turn. Seedless, discolored, lifeless, Sunburnt. Don’t cover me in cinnamon because you want more bites, the only thing I have left is my stem and my sour taste of light.

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You can read a book again, but the ending stays the same.The tale tells if you walk past the same tree twice, you’re lost… If you read a book again, the ending won’t change, but there’s always that thought that u picked a book that was never your fate, that u never finished. That illustration of an incomplete face…

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Mar 20, 2025

Mar 20, 2025 at 3:26 PM UTC

How does it end?

You can read a book again, but the ending stays the same.The tale tells if you walk past the same tree twice, you’re lost… If you read a book again, the ending won’t change, but there’s always that thought that u picked a book that was never your fate, that u never finished. That illustration of an incomplete face…

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Music to my ears and headphones to my tears…. I fear this is the only way that you can shut me up. Rhymes And rhythms , instead of confrenta- tions within them, i rather tune you out than let your garbage noise in. protecting my piece, dont care if I miss your silly memories and repeats."Good memories" "Good moments” I hear, like they wont waste away and dissappear anyways. At least this way I can close my eyes and travel myself to a dimensi- on, with bikinis, beats and tan lines, rookie good feelings and good finds.Not always the same, Sometimes a place of more piece,so- metimes a place where it doesn't always have to repeat. A place where I wouldn't have to daydream about escaping social Pollution in defeat.

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Mar 20, 2025

Mar 20, 2025 at 3:21 PM UTC

Sound pipes and pollution

Music to my ears and headphones to my tears…. I fear this is the only way that you can shut me up. Rhymes And rhythms , instead of confrenta- tions within them, i rather tune you out than let your garbage noise in. protecting my piece, dont care if I miss your silly memories and repeats."Good memories" "Good moments” I hear, like they wont waste away and dissappear anyways. At least this way I can close my eyes and travel myself to a dimensi- on, with bikinis, beats and tan lines, rookie good feelings and good finds.Not always the same, Sometimes a place of more piece,so- metimes a place where it doesn't always have to repeat. A place where I wouldn't have to daydream about escaping social Pollution in defeat.

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I struggle and I struggle why can’t you understand. The weight of the world on my shoulders, why is it just because you don’t see it, “it’s really not that bad”

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Mar 20, 2025

Mar 20, 2025 at 7:18 AM UTC

Just open your eyes.

I struggle and I struggle why can’t you understand. The weight of the world on my shoulders, why is it just because you don’t see it, “it’s really not that bad”

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It is so difficult being in places after spending time with true treasure, liquid silver. A buck’s worth market bottle to the 15. 50 cinema sp- ecial. Can’t wait to live rich without drowning.Cold water feels warm warm when your hand are fre- ezing,too bad I’m stuck here until the end of the season.

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Mar 19, 2025

Mar 19, 2025 at 11:51 PM UTC

Soak

It is so difficult being in places after spending time with true treasure, liquid silver. A buck’s worth market bottle to the 15. 50 cinema sp- ecial. Can’t wait to live rich without drowning.Cold water feels warm warm when your hand are fre- ezing,too bad I’m stuck here until the end of the season.

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conditioned, For silence is all anyone wants. From fears to reality why do people project their feelings and most inner thoughts. you lost me. you lost me at heres why and I’ll try but I know it's a lie it's a lie its a lie. For why can't someone simply float alone, with ones own stones. I wont do it, l wont take it, i wont break my self because you simply won’t or can’t take it. I chose piece, even though you faked it.

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Mar 19, 2025

Mar 19, 2025 at 11:48 PM UTC

Noise

conditioned, For silence is all anyone wants. From fears to reality why do people project their feelings and most inner thoughts. you lost me. you lost me at heres why and I’ll try but I know it's a lie it's a lie its a lie. For why can't someone simply float alone, with ones own stones. I wont do it, l wont take it, i wont break my self because you simply won’t or can’t take it. I chose piece, even though you faked it.

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