Sailor-Serena - Hello Poetry

Will I ever not be excited to meet myself? Will I ever stop expecting a knock at the door, to find myself on the other side, saying “Hello, it’s so good to finally see you!” Is there a part of me so removed from the paths I have taken That is doing everything it can to make its way back to me? Is she a lover I have forgotten too soon? Will I no longer await the arrival of someone new To join me behind the mirror and let me absorb Enough of her newness to be considered whole? When do I become me?

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Oct 25, 2023

Oct 25, 2023 at 1:00 PM UTC

Forgotten lover

Will I ever not be excited to meet myself? Will I ever stop expecting a knock at the door, to find myself on the other side, saying “Hello, it’s so good to finally see you!” Is there a part of me so removed from the paths I have taken That is doing everything it can to make its way back to me? Is she a lover I have forgotten too soon? Will I no longer await the arrival of someone new To join me behind the mirror and let me absorb Enough of her newness to be considered whole? When do I become me?

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i miss being wanted. i know i must have felt it before, because how can one long for something they've never known? i wish i was able to believe in love outside of view. but it seems like every new moon i forget your touch and i'm running through the woods just to make you love me again. i believe you every time you tell me you could never hate me (how couldn't i) but sometimes your words don't last. sometimes i lie in bed trying to make myself dream of you so i won't exhaust you with my cries in the night. sometimes i want to take advantage of your soft hands feel safe in your mind and let you take care of me even when i don't need it. it makes me feel selfish, to want that kind of love.

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Sep 19, 2023

Sep 19, 2023 at 7:03 AM UTC

to be hit by a moving vehicle

i miss being wanted. i know i must have felt it before, because how can one long for something they've never known? i wish i was able to believe in love outside of view. but it seems like every new moon i forget your touch and i'm running through the woods just to make you love me again. i believe you every time you tell me you could never hate me (how couldn't i) but sometimes your words don't last. sometimes i lie in bed trying to make myself dream of you so i won't exhaust you with my cries in the night. sometimes i want to take advantage of your soft hands feel safe in your mind and let you take care of me even when i don't need it. it makes me feel selfish, to want that kind of love.

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Maybe the ocean whispers things into our ears and it eats through all the filling in our heads cements itself in that one place we were keeping secret and the visions of the truths we wanted replace themselves with hollow melodies and salty foam.

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Sep 18, 2023

Sep 18, 2023 at 10:06 AM UTC

Her- a truth-teller?

Maybe the ocean whispers things into our ears and it eats through all the filling in our heads cements itself in that one place we were keeping secret and the visions of the truths we wanted replace themselves with hollow melodies and salty foam.

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Blue and white and orange and white And songs and coffee and tears Keep together my daily plight I’d add you to my list of fears But I don’t want to miss your laughs And songs and coffee and tears I’d split my soul into two neat halves And hand me to you on a platter But I don’t want to miss your laughs I know that it would need to matter If you were to open up one day And hand you to me on a platter I’ll model the place we’re in like clay And slowly, slowly seep me out If you were to open up one day I’d take good notice of the route Blue and white and orange and white Would slowly, slowly seep us out Keep together my daily plight

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Jun 19, 2023

Jun 19, 2023 at 4:41 PM UTC

And orange and white and

Blue and white and orange and white And songs and coffee and tears Keep together my daily plight I’d add you to my list of fears But I don’t want to miss your laughs And songs and coffee and tears I’d split my soul into two neat halves And hand me to you on a platter But I don’t want to miss your laughs I know that it would need to matter If you were to open up one day And hand you to me on a platter I’ll model the place we’re in like clay And slowly, slowly seep me out If you were to open up one day I’d take good notice of the route Blue and white and orange and white Would slowly, slowly seep us out Keep together my daily plight

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isn’t that I trust people too easily there’s nothing wrong with trusting people I just start expecting too much in return like trust ++++++++++++++++++ I think my problem is that I just desire reciprocation ++++++++++++++++++ I don’t know if I’m able to give less and still feel happy but if I’m always giving and giving and giving I feel like I deserve to receive or at the very least like I don’t deserve to give

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Jun 19, 2023

Jun 19, 2023 at 4:17 PM UTC

I think my problem

isn’t that I trust people too easily there’s nothing wrong with trusting people I just start expecting too much in return like trust ++++++++++++++++++ I think my problem is that I just desire reciprocation ++++++++++++++++++ I don’t know if I’m able to give less and still feel happy but if I’m always giving and giving and giving I feel like I deserve to receive or at the very least like I don’t deserve to give

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I wonder if I could be okay admiring you from afar never letting you know how much you meant to me. I wonder if I could just be friends without hungering for that intimacy we once shared. Is it really gone? In the past, forgotten, along with every long night we stayed up together? When you agreed to stay another two hours (even though it was 9 pm) to watch a movie with me? I want it back so bad just someone who talks to me understands me in a way that others don't. But maybe that's not who I am to you. That'd be okay, I think. I'd get over it eventually. But I'd never forget. And right now, it just aches. I miss you.

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Jan 23, 2023

Jan 23, 2023 at 5:05 PM UTC

keol

I wonder if I could be okay admiring you from afar never letting you know how much you meant to me. I wonder if I could just be friends without hungering for that intimacy we once shared. Is it really gone? In the past, forgotten, along with every long night we stayed up together? When you agreed to stay another two hours (even though it was 9 pm) to watch a movie with me? I want it back so bad just someone who talks to me understands me in a way that others don't. But maybe that's not who I am to you. That'd be okay, I think. I'd get over it eventually. But I'd never forget. And right now, it just aches. I miss you.

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There are no songs to express my joy, So I sing them all in glee. There are no songs that feel my sorrow, So silent I will be.

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Mar 8, 2022

Mar 8, 2022 at 5:44 AM UTC

heartfelt

There are no songs to express my joy, So I sing them all in glee. There are no songs that feel my sorrow, So silent I will be.

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For weeks, all I wanted was to paint. It felt like the solution to nothing in particular, to particularly everything. The easel collects dust in the corner of my room now. An empty canvas rests upon it, mocking me for thinking I had an easy way out.

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Feb 3, 2021

Feb 3, 2021 at 9:19 AM UTC

it's free therapy, *******

For weeks, all I wanted was to paint. It felt like the solution to nothing in particular, to particularly everything. The easel collects dust in the corner of my room now. An empty canvas rests upon it, mocking me for thinking I had an easy way out.

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And there you’ll learn you are either them or you solving for X tearing down any defense any pretense where X = right and right = real and real = them because you are a number that doesn’t exist a square root of negative nine and to you dividing by zero should have made infinity but there you’ll learn that you can’t divide by zero and the square root of negative nine can never be X to them, to you, you’ll forever be not a solution but an error

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Jan 22, 2021

Jan 22, 2021 at 9:42 AM UTC

integrationals

And there you’ll learn you are either them or you solving for X tearing down any defense any pretense where X = right and right = real and real = them because you are a number that doesn’t exist a square root of negative nine and to you dividing by zero should have made infinity but there you’ll learn that you can’t divide by zero and the square root of negative nine can never be X to them, to you, you’ll forever be not a solution but an error

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When I sit down in front of the mirror, deal a hand, (once for me, once for me) I find my opponent’s face to be unreadable. And I win, (I do every time we play) And I throw my cards down in front of me taking back the chips I’d raised. Again, I face the loser surprised by the bitterness on their face (though I really should expect it by now) And this time I wonder: is it worth winning if you always lose?

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Jan 21, 2021

Jan 21, 2021 at 8:44 AM UTC

mirrored sunglasses to the soul

When I sit down in front of the mirror, deal a hand, (once for me, once for me) I find my opponent’s face to be unreadable. And I win, (I do every time we play) And I throw my cards down in front of me taking back the chips I’d raised. Again, I face the loser surprised by the bitterness on their face (though I really should expect it by now) And this time I wonder: is it worth winning if you always lose?

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