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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4d ago

May 30, 2026 at 1:06 AM UTC

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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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

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

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 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

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

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

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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I don't think even I understand how easily I would fold If you came up to me and loved me like you loved me before How come I grieved harder for a teenage boy over my own mother? Don't scrutinize me please You became a ******* and that was your excuse to leave me? You sure knew how to love me You definitely knew how to **** me **** me blind **** me hard **** me over What would I do to feel your fingertips painting my back? I don't wanna know Your lips melting into my neck Your warmth crawling into my skin You and your scent grabbed me by my throat Now, it's hard to romanticize our *** It feels evil, it feels fake, it feels painful I am never to kiss I am never to touch I am never to love anyone the way I loved you

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Feb 15

Feb 15, 2026 at 10:13 PM UTC

Never

I don't think even I understand how easily I would fold If you came up to me and loved me like you loved me before How come I grieved harder for a teenage boy over my own mother? Don't scrutinize me please You became a ******* and that was your excuse to leave me? You sure knew how to love me You definitely knew how to **** me **** me blind **** me hard **** me over What would I do to feel your fingertips painting my back? I don't wanna know Your lips melting into my neck Your warmth crawling into my skin You and your scent grabbed me by my throat Now, it's hard to romanticize our *** It feels evil, it feels fake, it feels painful I am never to kiss I am never to touch I am never to love anyone the way I loved you

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Mi guitarra canta conmigo en las noches solitarias. Ella me pregunta adónde fuiste. Le digo que dijiste que era lo mejor y ambos reímos. Dime qué te dio esa idea, amor. Que me lastimabas y lo sabías. Quizás sí, pero amarte dolió menos que convertirte en una extraña. Me convertí en lo que sabía que me convertiría. Pensar que el amor era cursi, pero si tan solo esa chica pudiera ver quién soy ahora. Querías amor y yo también, pero empezaste a querer uno diferente. ¿Cómo es que al día siguiente de despedirnos encontramos nuestros labios juntos como si fuera la primera vez? ¿Está la Mary Jane llenando ese agujero? Sabías cuánto odiaba eso, pero ahora me encuentro gustándome de nuevo. Dijiste que te tomó 3 días, mi amor, llorar y luego superar nuestros 2 años juntos. Muchos meses después, todavía lloro con la música de los Sierreños en la tele. Salimos con todas las personas que queremos, pero cariño, ambos sabemos a quién buscamos. Me dije a mí mismo que era demasiado joven para estar tan enamorado. Pero ahora supongo que soy demasiado joven para estar tan triste.

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Feb 15

Feb 15, 2026 at 1:43 AM UTC

Lo Mejor (The Best: Spanish Version)

Mi guitarra canta conmigo en las noches solitarias. Ella me pregunta adónde fuiste. Le digo que dijiste que era lo mejor y ambos reímos. Dime qué te dio esa idea, amor. Que me lastimabas y lo sabías. Quizás sí, pero amarte dolió menos que convertirte en una extraña. Me convertí en lo que sabía que me convertiría. Pensar que el amor era cursi, pero si tan solo esa chica pudiera ver quién soy ahora. Querías amor y yo también, pero empezaste a querer uno diferente. ¿Cómo es que al día siguiente de despedirnos encontramos nuestros labios juntos como si fuera la primera vez? ¿Está la Mary Jane llenando ese agujero? Sabías cuánto odiaba eso, pero ahora me encuentro gustándome de nuevo. Dijiste que te tomó 3 días, mi amor, llorar y luego superar nuestros 2 años juntos. Muchos meses después, todavía lloro con la música de los Sierreños en la tele. Salimos con todas las personas que queremos, pero cariño, ambos sabemos a quién buscamos. Me dije a mí mismo que era demasiado joven para estar tan enamorado. Pero ahora supongo que soy demasiado joven para estar tan triste.

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My guitar sings with me in the lonely nights she asks me where you went I tell her that you said it was for the best and we both laugh Tell me what gave you that idea love That you were hurting me and you knew it Maybe you were, but loving you hurt less than you becoming a stranger I became what I knew I was to become To think that love was corny but if only that lover girl could see who I am now You wanted love and so did I, but you began to want a different kind How come the day after we said goodbye we found our lips together as if it was the first time? Is the mary jane filling that hole? You knew how much I hated that but now I find myself liking her again You said it took you 3 days my love, to cry and then move on from our 2 years together Many months later I still cry with the Sierreños music on the TV We date all the people we want, but baby, we both know who we look for I told myself I was too young to be so in love But now I guess I'm too young to be this sad

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Feb 15

Feb 15, 2026 at 1:32 AM UTC

The Best

My guitar sings with me in the lonely nights she asks me where you went I tell her that you said it was for the best and we both laugh Tell me what gave you that idea love That you were hurting me and you knew it Maybe you were, but loving you hurt less than you becoming a stranger I became what I knew I was to become To think that love was corny but if only that lover girl could see who I am now You wanted love and so did I, but you began to want a different kind How come the day after we said goodbye we found our lips together as if it was the first time? Is the mary jane filling that hole? You knew how much I hated that but now I find myself liking her again You said it took you 3 days my love, to cry and then move on from our 2 years together Many months later I still cry with the Sierreños music on the TV We date all the people we want, but baby, we both know who we look for I told myself I was too young to be so in love But now I guess I'm too young to be this sad

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I don’t think about you much Did killing the pain feel like a civil war? It’s easy to miss you, but hard to miss your touch Sometimes I had a feeling death was knocking on your door I wish I had your eyes, but they soon began to change Too many ways to say I love you; not enough for you to stay Holding on to the tragedies and possibilities unexplained Your voice a fading star, burning into yesterday It could take eternities to accept that you’re gone Is this void in my heart replaceable? How hard it is to say goodbye to a relationship that’s never been dawned Still I carry your past, something indelible Now that you have found your place in the stars I’ll pick up the broken pieces and heal the scars.

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Feb 15

Feb 15, 2026 at 12:19 AM UTC

Supernova

I don’t think about you much Did killing the pain feel like a civil war? It’s easy to miss you, but hard to miss your touch Sometimes I had a feeling death was knocking on your door I wish I had your eyes, but they soon began to change Too many ways to say I love you; not enough for you to stay Holding on to the tragedies and possibilities unexplained Your voice a fading star, burning into yesterday It could take eternities to accept that you’re gone Is this void in my heart replaceable? How hard it is to say goodbye to a relationship that’s never been dawned Still I carry your past, something indelible Now that you have found your place in the stars I’ll pick up the broken pieces and heal the scars.

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