SunnyL - Hello Poetry

I think I got possessed last Sunday I guess you could say it was a rough September night I was lying in my bed Sweating over a text gone unread My brain out to get me, practically leaping out my head Banging on my skull I felt it, Just like I did when I was eight And the wait, and the wait, and the wait Started to become something I couldn’t take I realized I’m still the same child One who’s thoughts Easily turn her wild Nothing has changed- my bed, Comforter, Sheets Have stayed the same And out of the crevices in my brain comes a feeling, long thought to be overcame I began to claw at my sheets Trying to tear them apart As if, when left with mere threads This feeling would depart When that didn’t work I kicked and hit the mattress Inconsolable, with no remedy Just a night that was seemingly endless I was up against the clock The fact that morning would not come Each second feeling like a lifetime Racing thoughts not able to be numbed A call, a reply, a single sign of life Might have calmed my restless state Yet remedy wouldn’t come that night For assurance, I would half to wait Maybe i wasn’t possessed last Sunday Maybe I just need one who can communicate One who doesn’t call me ridiculous Just like they did when I was eight

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4d ago

May 30, 2026 at 1:30 AM UTC

I think I got possessed last sunday

I think I got possessed last Sunday I guess you could say it was a rough September night I was lying in my bed Sweating over a text gone unread My brain out to get me, practically leaping out my head Banging on my skull I felt it, Just like I did when I was eight And the wait, and the wait, and the wait Started to become something I couldn’t take I realized I’m still the same child One who’s thoughts Easily turn her wild Nothing has changed- my bed, Comforter, Sheets Have stayed the same And out of the crevices in my brain comes a feeling, long thought to be overcame I began to claw at my sheets Trying to tear them apart As if, when left with mere threads This feeling would depart When that didn’t work I kicked and hit the mattress Inconsolable, with no remedy Just a night that was seemingly endless I was up against the clock The fact that morning would not come Each second feeling like a lifetime Racing thoughts not able to be numbed A call, a reply, a single sign of life Might have calmed my restless state Yet remedy wouldn’t come that night For assurance, I would half to wait Maybe i wasn’t possessed last Sunday Maybe I just need one who can communicate One who doesn’t call me ridiculous Just like they did when I was eight

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From the plane I see The beauty of the afternoon sky Yet I can’t help but wish I was gazing on my lover’s eyes The segmented clouds Decorate the vast pink space Reminding me of the freckles That crowd on his face The lights that shine on the city Look like stars from this height But compared to my lover, Stars are the most boring sight Clouds enclose the plane Like his arms that hold me close Of every feeling in the world His embrace is what I desire most Up in the sky, you get a sense Of how large the world really is Yet out of everyone in this world I only want to be his

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5d ago

May 29, 2026 at 4:15 AM UTC

Ode to my lover, from a plane

From the plane I see The beauty of the afternoon sky Yet I can’t help but wish I was gazing on my lover’s eyes The segmented clouds Decorate the vast pink space Reminding me of the freckles That crowd on his face The lights that shine on the city Look like stars from this height But compared to my lover, Stars are the most boring sight Clouds enclose the plane Like his arms that hold me close Of every feeling in the world His embrace is what I desire most Up in the sky, you get a sense Of how large the world really is Yet out of everyone in this world I only want to be his

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I didn’t feel skinny enough today The poison i swallow isn’t doing its job Two sugar coated blue pills Two and a half if the fear is too strong I didn’t feel skinny enough today The poison I took didn’t do its job I look in the mirror and see no shape No figure, no result, no escape I didn’t feel skinny enough today The poison I take doesn’t do its job Those pills will burn a hole in me Run me clear to the bottom Before I’m ever pleased I didn’t look skinny enough today The fear of growth outweighs the fear of damage I choose the poison At least it’s pain I know how to manage I didn’t feel skinny enough today

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May 25

May 25, 2026 at 1:02 AM UTC

I didnt feel skinny enough today

I didn’t feel skinny enough today The poison i swallow isn’t doing its job Two sugar coated blue pills Two and a half if the fear is too strong I didn’t feel skinny enough today The poison I took didn’t do its job I look in the mirror and see no shape No figure, no result, no escape I didn’t feel skinny enough today The poison I take doesn’t do its job Those pills will burn a hole in me Run me clear to the bottom Before I’m ever pleased I didn’t look skinny enough today The fear of growth outweighs the fear of damage I choose the poison At least it’s pain I know how to manage I didn’t feel skinny enough today

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Two fingers on my right hand The hand I use to write The fingers my friends hold in their hands tight With nails my mom paints glittery and bright These fingers know where they end up at night. Fingertips that have run through boys’ soft hair My fingertips that create Sculptures made with care Fingers that embrace That scroll and type and Clasp each other Desperately in prayer Are fingers that know The depths of my throat Fingers that scratch and gag Are fingers that choke Yet they know their place At the end of the day When all I want is to see My day’s contents displayed So these fingers that will take Me through the years Will be the fingers who ache At the expense of my fear

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Jan 14

Jan 14, 2026 at 11:35 PM UTC

Two Fingers

Two fingers on my right hand The hand I use to write The fingers my friends hold in their hands tight With nails my mom paints glittery and bright These fingers know where they end up at night. Fingertips that have run through boys’ soft hair My fingertips that create Sculptures made with care Fingers that embrace That scroll and type and Clasp each other Desperately in prayer Are fingers that know The depths of my throat Fingers that scratch and gag Are fingers that choke Yet they know their place At the end of the day When all I want is to see My day’s contents displayed So these fingers that will take Me through the years Will be the fingers who ache At the expense of my fear

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Think about your future, she said I'm seventeen right now In five years I'll be twenty-two My life in five years Imagine your life in five years If you continue down this route She told me it's not a matter of 'if' It's a matter of 'when' When it catches up to me But it won't catch up I'm seventeen right now Living my life as I want it to be

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May 16, 2025

May 16, 2025 at 6:03 PM UTC

Life in Five Years

Think about your future, she said I'm seventeen right now In five years I'll be twenty-two My life in five years Imagine your life in five years If you continue down this route She told me it's not a matter of 'if' It's a matter of 'when' When it catches up to me But it won't catch up I'm seventeen right now Living my life as I want it to be

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Bus stop Bus Stop Your whereabouts unknown Every morning I look forward to My time spent alone I listen to my music As loud as it can go But where is the bus? Nobody knows I know the entire route Potholes and all When will it get here? I can't stand being stalled

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May 16, 2025

May 16, 2025 at 5:53 PM UTC

Bus Stop

Bus stop Bus Stop Your whereabouts unknown Every morning I look forward to My time spent alone I listen to my music As loud as it can go But where is the bus? Nobody knows I know the entire route Potholes and all When will it get here? I can't stand being stalled

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A hunger that grows though it hasn’t been fed for six months running Taking up residence in my mind God, its force is so succumbing The way it makes my head buzz and pound Its roots surely firm in my brain by now I feel its calls in intervals of time I should’ve never gone down this route

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Sep 9, 2024

Sep 9, 2024 at 11:11 PM UTC

Addiction

A hunger that grows though it hasn’t been fed for six months running Taking up residence in my mind God, its force is so succumbing The way it makes my head buzz and pound Its roots surely firm in my brain by now I feel its calls in intervals of time I should’ve never gone down this route

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As much as I love to see your smile I cant help but wondering where mine has gone But I know it’s been a while Not sure how much longer this can go on

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Sep 8, 2024

Sep 8, 2024 at 8:43 PM UTC

Spent

As much as I love to see your smile I cant help but wondering where mine has gone But I know it’s been a while Not sure how much longer this can go on

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Why did God give you the looks of an Angel I mean really that wasn’t smart Couldn’t he have given them to someone Who doesn’t find joy in tearing others apart?

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Sep 8, 2024

Sep 8, 2024 at 12:19 AM UTC

Angel

Why did God give you the looks of an Angel I mean really that wasn’t smart Couldn’t he have given them to someone Who doesn’t find joy in tearing others apart?

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