Selenaj - Hello Poetry

I want nothing anymore. I have no hope, I have no desire, I have no wants, because to have wants and desires is to suffer. If I have no hope and I have no desire I won't suffer anymore. But to desire is to have you and if I have you it is an endless infinite desire. But I've made you a promise and I never break them. Not a single tear forms in the ducts of my eyes. I feel nothing and everything at once. I feel such an immense pain and disdain that I have begun to feel it no more. I simply feel nothing. My pain, happiness, anger, and discomfort has been squeezed from the depths of my conscience and I no longer feel paralyzed. I feel robotic. I feel undone. Every thought and desire, memory, and feeling hides away in the pores of my mind and waits until the long apocalypse will end. But soon the radiation will seep through the soil of my mind, rise up from my feet to the ends of my hair and destroy every memory and recollection of emotion from previous moments of my days, weeks, months, and years as the radiation slowly kills every cell of my body and memory of love, pain, or moment of my life. While my aching body begs to grip onto its life I will slowly disassociate and when one asks me what I had for dinner the night before I will say I do not remember because the apocalypse had ended and my body reborn into a careless unassuming version of the life and person I had been before, with the memory of a goldfish and the happiness of a golden retriever.

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6d ago

May 30, 2026 at 1:06 AM UTC

Selenaj

Apocalypse

I want nothing anymore. I have no hope, I have no desire, I have no wants, because to have wants and desires is to suffer. If I have no hope and I have no desire I won't suffer anymore. But to desire is to have you and if I have you it is an endless infinite desire. But I've made you a promise and I never break them. Not a single tear forms in the ducts of my eyes. I feel nothing and everything at once. I feel such an immense pain and disdain that I have begun to feel it no more. I simply feel nothing. My pain, happiness, anger, and discomfort has been squeezed from the depths of my conscience and I no longer feel paralyzed. I feel robotic. I feel undone. Every thought and desire, memory, and feeling hides away in the pores of my mind and waits until the long apocalypse will end. But soon the radiation will seep through the soil of my mind, rise up from my feet to the ends of my hair and destroy every memory and recollection of emotion from previous moments of my days, weeks, months, and years as the radiation slowly kills every cell of my body and memory of love, pain, or moment of my life. While my aching body begs to grip onto its life I will slowly disassociate and when one asks me what I had for dinner the night before I will say I do not remember because the apocalypse had ended and my body reborn into a careless unassuming version of the life and person I had been before, with the memory of a goldfish and the happiness of a golden retriever.

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To love someone Is to love them For who they truly are. To love everything — Every small detail, Every quiet piece of them. To know them — Their favorite color, Their favorite flower, The way to make them laugh When they are sad, How to calm the storm Inside their chest. To be their support, To give them All of you. Love is not just Saying -I love you-. It is showing it, Proving it In the smallest things. Listening — Really listening. It’s knowing someone Beyond the surface, Beyond the glances, Beyond the silence Between words. I loved someone once Like this For many years. At least, I thought I did. But maybe It was never strong enough, Or never real enough To last. I never thought I could fall for someone else. And that changed me. A lot. But I guess… Maybe it was worth it. And sometimes You need time To understand What you truly want. And now I finally do. And still — I’m not closed. I’m ready To love again.

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Selenaj

Apr 30

Apr 30, 2026 at 10:56 AM UTC

Mateja

The Way I Love

To love someone Is to love them For who they truly are. To love everything — Every small detail, Every quiet piece of them. To know them — Their favorite color, Their favorite flower, The way to make them laugh When they are sad, How to calm the storm Inside their chest. To be their support, To give them All of you. Love is not just Saying -I love you-. It is showing it, Proving it In the smallest things. Listening — Really listening. It’s knowing someone Beyond the surface, Beyond the glances, Beyond the silence Between words. I loved someone once Like this For many years. At least, I thought I did. But maybe It was never strong enough, Or never real enough To last. I never thought I could fall for someone else. And that changed me. A lot. But I guess… Maybe it was worth it. And sometimes You need time To understand What you truly want. And now I finally do. And still — I’m not closed. I’m ready To love again.

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people want free will People want help People that suffer People that love But people autonomous But people look for a leader But mostly independence To prevent all war and suffering To create war in the name of a god or oneself Some question and some blame the god still keep free will for the beneficiary

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Apr 29

Apr 29, 2026 at 11:11 AM UTC

Selenaj

I

people want free will People want help People that suffer People that love But people autonomous But people look for a leader But mostly independence To prevent all war and suffering To create war in the name of a god or oneself Some question and some blame the god still keep free will for the beneficiary

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Where to start? Like a steady stream or A rumbling train? rambunctious Non-stop I didn't know it was possible to be outloved Me a poet Me a poet thoughtful and lyrical Me like a poet full of similes and metaphors for the simple things Me a poet being loved so poetically. Not lacking in anything loved in every unfathomable way A love that fits not like a puzzle piece, a magnet, or even peanut butter & jelly But in the way the universe was formed, how our planets fit in a solar system In the way the Earth took its first breath Just as scientists wonder how the cosmos came to be, I wonder how i've found such a love my heart has ached for in every lifetime. You told me my eyes reminded you of a mandala, how my eyes glowed when I looked into the sun How you could see the crypts around my iris when you looked into them With every confession of affection and admiration, roses bloomed through the cracks of my broken heart. You told me every time I smile you can't help but do the same. laugh or How the first night we were sleeping on call you asked if I was awake just to hear my voice How I reminded you of a girl from one of my favorite books How I'm your poet S. If everyone in the world loved like you we'd all live for as long as the sun and although you told me you'd wait years if you had to, just to love me I pray that we find every God given opportunity to deepen our love regardless of age, time, setbacks, or place Because a love with the purest intention deserves to shine A love like ours is worth more than fighting or even dying for, but living and waiting, slowing down time to finally be able to love freely and with every part of your being to live the rest of this short life with someone you're destined to be with.

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Apr 25

Apr 25, 2026 at 1:56 AM UTC

Selenaj

Your Poet S.

Where to start? Like a steady stream or A rumbling train? rambunctious Non-stop I didn't know it was possible to be outloved Me a poet Me a poet thoughtful and lyrical Me like a poet full of similes and metaphors for the simple things Me a poet being loved so poetically. Not lacking in anything loved in every unfathomable way A love that fits not like a puzzle piece, a magnet, or even peanut butter & jelly But in the way the universe was formed, how our planets fit in a solar system In the way the Earth took its first breath Just as scientists wonder how the cosmos came to be, I wonder how i've found such a love my heart has ached for in every lifetime. You told me my eyes reminded you of a mandala, how my eyes glowed when I looked into the sun How you could see the crypts around my iris when you looked into them With every confession of affection and admiration, roses bloomed through the cracks of my broken heart. You told me every time I smile you can't help but do the same. laugh or How the first night we were sleeping on call you asked if I was awake just to hear my voice How I reminded you of a girl from one of my favorite books How I'm your poet S. If everyone in the world loved like you we'd all live for as long as the sun and although you told me you'd wait years if you had to, just to love me I pray that we find every God given opportunity to deepen our love regardless of age, time, setbacks, or place Because a love with the purest intention deserves to shine A love like ours is worth more than fighting or even dying for, but living and waiting, slowing down time to finally be able to love freely and with every part of your being to live the rest of this short life with someone you're destined to be with.

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I was just thinking What are happy things? How do you convert laughs to words I smile when the sky open But how is that relevant Letting out a laugh on the bus when a funny thought passes by But how is that something to share Is it relevant just cause of the fact it makes me some what happy.. Why is the pain so close by Easier to grasp Broken pearls make greater art than when they were just bought It gives me anxiety when people joke about serotonin Like no honey, no cute bunny can make my ****** days feel more sunny My mental health is no joke to me Maybe I'm being a sad ***** now But I'm confused I am trying and fighting everyday

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Selenaj

Apr 14

Apr 14, 2026 at 9:34 AM UTC

mrsw

Is happiness the little things? and is that enough?

I was just thinking What are happy things? How do you convert laughs to words I smile when the sky open But how is that relevant Letting out a laugh on the bus when a funny thought passes by But how is that something to share Is it relevant just cause of the fact it makes me some what happy.. Why is the pain so close by Easier to grasp Broken pearls make greater art than when they were just bought It gives me anxiety when people joke about serotonin Like no honey, no cute bunny can make my ****** days feel more sunny My mental health is no joke to me Maybe I'm being a sad ***** now But I'm confused I am trying and fighting everyday

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Only in a room full of idiots your wisdom will be despised

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Selenaj

Apr 7

Apr 7, 2026 at 7:11 PM UTC

mdpoetry

Untitled

Only in a room full of idiots your wisdom will be despised

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All these girls Are prettier and funnier And smarter than me They must be I don’t understand what I do wrong Do I need to wear makeup More often Or wear it less Do I need to just Be less uptight and wear a shorter dress Are my eyes not A charming enough color Am I too loud And steal his thunder Am I too quick with My remarks Do I need to dull My spark Now I’m not talking at all He doesn’t have anything To relate to so he’s going To walk right past think of something To say real fast Do you read, no This isn’t the 1800s I fight back tears And wish I wasn’t a woman. I’m too short Now I’m too tall That five foot blonde Has his attention Maybe I should Dye my hair extensions Now he’s talking to the girl With the messy bun All sweaty Looks like she runs I haven’t been to the gym ever They probably are going to Start going together Even the quiet girls Have a boy that Sees them as their whole world Too much I need to change Or become When will I just be the right one?

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Selenaj

Apr 6

Apr 6, 2026 at 11:54 AM UTC

Bel

Single

All these girls Are prettier and funnier And smarter than me They must be I don’t understand what I do wrong Do I need to wear makeup More often Or wear it less Do I need to just Be less uptight and wear a shorter dress Are my eyes not A charming enough color Am I too loud And steal his thunder Am I too quick with My remarks Do I need to dull My spark Now I’m not talking at all He doesn’t have anything To relate to so he’s going To walk right past think of something To say real fast Do you read, no This isn’t the 1800s I fight back tears And wish I wasn’t a woman. I’m too short Now I’m too tall That five foot blonde Has his attention Maybe I should Dye my hair extensions Now he’s talking to the girl With the messy bun All sweaty Looks like she runs I haven’t been to the gym ever They probably are going to Start going together Even the quiet girls Have a boy that Sees them as their whole world Too much I need to change Or become When will I just be the right one?

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I needed silence to write this but I kept singing to music. Singing in a language I can barely understand but I can somehow sing fluently. I'm not surprised. You can't sing and write poetry. But You can't avoid the fact that you can't stop thinking about a boy that ruined your life 8 months ago. You can't avoid the fact that you refused to write corny love poems about him when you were with him. But here we are spilling the agony of our heart. Okay What the **** God?! I mean really, what the **** I get put in a classroom with him. Like being in the same school wasn't bad enough. I get sat in the front of the classroom. right. next. to him. I have to watch a girl that I was just becoming friends with hold hands with my ex. But you said your a lesbian right? You blue eyed pretty ***** with your pale skin and gay humor. And you, the stoner. The stoner making dumb jokes out of your *** The stoner who sits in class and does jack-shit. The stoner with the glossy red eyes getting high with your new little freshman. I'll call you a ********* to make myself feel better. But me and my friends will call you a ******* loser. Quite frankly we might both be. I mean I changed but what can I say, my friends tell me you're still the same goofy idiot. Except you're not my goofy idiot. Mr. nonchalant. Do I call this poetry or a rant or vice versa?

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Apr 3

Apr 3, 2026 at 11:31 PM UTC

Selenaj

Stoner

I needed silence to write this but I kept singing to music. Singing in a language I can barely understand but I can somehow sing fluently. I'm not surprised. You can't sing and write poetry. But You can't avoid the fact that you can't stop thinking about a boy that ruined your life 8 months ago. You can't avoid the fact that you refused to write corny love poems about him when you were with him. But here we are spilling the agony of our heart. Okay What the **** God?! I mean really, what the **** I get put in a classroom with him. Like being in the same school wasn't bad enough. I get sat in the front of the classroom. right. next. to him. I have to watch a girl that I was just becoming friends with hold hands with my ex. But you said your a lesbian right? You blue eyed pretty ***** with your pale skin and gay humor. And you, the stoner. The stoner making dumb jokes out of your *** The stoner who sits in class and does jack-shit. The stoner with the glossy red eyes getting high with your new little freshman. I'll call you a ********* to make myself feel better. But me and my friends will call you a ******* loser. Quite frankly we might both be. I mean I changed but what can I say, my friends tell me you're still the same goofy idiot. Except you're not my goofy idiot. Mr. nonchalant. Do I call this poetry or a rant or vice versa?

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Crystal drip drops that kiss the rooftops If you can imagine it, it sounds like bacon that sizzles and pops. In minutes, soft rumbles turn to deep thunderclaps A cacophony of booms and zaps Green grass stretching, from the skies they drink Peeking out from chilly dark clouds, the sun winks Whispers from the stars to get away from the strife. The rain will rise and fall for all of Earth's life. For some not enough and for others too much Trickling down the soil, down to caskets almost close enough to touch. Perhaps those above are laughing to tears or maybe they cry to see all the commotion down here.

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Apr 2

Apr 2, 2026 at 11:38 AM UTC

Selenaj

Rain (A sound poem)

Crystal drip drops that kiss the rooftops If you can imagine it, it sounds like bacon that sizzles and pops. In minutes, soft rumbles turn to deep thunderclaps A cacophony of booms and zaps Green grass stretching, from the skies they drink Peeking out from chilly dark clouds, the sun winks Whispers from the stars to get away from the strife. The rain will rise and fall for all of Earth's life. For some not enough and for others too much Trickling down the soil, down to caskets almost close enough to touch. Perhaps those above are laughing to tears or maybe they cry to see all the commotion down here.

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I am from many homes Caucasian and hispanic like blurred ink, a lost message hard to see. Mother, stranger, stranger, stranger, grandmother. Crumbly black tar and numbing crunchy snow the bipolar weather of Minnesota. I am from type 1 diabetes A “Bro what kind of phone is that?!” only a billion times a day. Sweet treats I seek, the sweet bane of my existence, a cycle of voraciousness. A decade of my life is up to me. I am from hysterical laughter When your body drinks it up like medicine always needed. When laughter feels like breaking free from a mundane day, weighing you down like an anchor. When your shoulders shake, like an earthquake and you could give birth or *** your pants. I am from a guitar My most beautiful sister, friend, and possession From her sleek, royal blue body to her glimmering shimmer of glitter. She sings and hums with me in the serene hours of the night She creates the reflections of the songs of my soul.

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Apr 2

Apr 2, 2026 at 11:34 AM UTC

Selenaj

I am from

I am from many homes Caucasian and hispanic like blurred ink, a lost message hard to see. Mother, stranger, stranger, stranger, grandmother. Crumbly black tar and numbing crunchy snow the bipolar weather of Minnesota. I am from type 1 diabetes A “Bro what kind of phone is that?!” only a billion times a day. Sweet treats I seek, the sweet bane of my existence, a cycle of voraciousness. A decade of my life is up to me. I am from hysterical laughter When your body drinks it up like medicine always needed. When laughter feels like breaking free from a mundane day, weighing you down like an anchor. When your shoulders shake, like an earthquake and you could give birth or *** your pants. I am from a guitar My most beautiful sister, friend, and possession From her sleek, royal blue body to her glimmering shimmer of glitter. She sings and hums with me in the serene hours of the night She creates the reflections of the songs of my soul.

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