Theresesolomon4 - Hello Poetry

Invitations of shame and guilt with little balloons covered the front scratches of envy tore apart along pencil lines between faint marks concealed by mistake and a bolded words for these invitations were meant to be heard I was invited to a party for once with my little blue dress that covered me up the presents sat quiet along with the lights for shame had arrived with practiced delight pouring a cup of something called guilt and I in the corner sitting so still I know I was invited to a party for one, but guilt did not leave until shame was done as meaningless noise escaped out the front I did the same without a hush I will be back, I always am for an invitation had said my name with pink little writing and a balloons on the front I was invited to a party for once.

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Jan 30

Jan 30, 2026 at 12:46 AM UTC

Invitations of shame and guilt

Invitations of shame and guilt with little balloons covered the front scratches of envy tore apart along pencil lines between faint marks concealed by mistake and a bolded words for these invitations were meant to be heard I was invited to a party for once with my little blue dress that covered me up the presents sat quiet along with the lights for shame had arrived with practiced delight pouring a cup of something called guilt and I in the corner sitting so still I know I was invited to a party for one, but guilt did not leave until shame was done as meaningless noise escaped out the front I did the same without a hush I will be back, I always am for an invitation had said my name with pink little writing and a balloons on the front I was invited to a party for once.

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It seems as if you do not give enough credit to the soles of your feet for the weight they carry, is more than enough and all I can think is you as a child carrying the shame like a tool on your back. so i hope you can learn what the ground could feel like when you thank your body for days it has suffered

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Aug 28, 2025

Aug 28, 2025 at 10:20 PM UTC

Where did your shoes go?

It seems as if you do not give enough credit to the soles of your feet for the weight they carry, is more than enough and all I can think is you as a child carrying the shame like a tool on your back. so i hope you can learn what the ground could feel like when you thank your body for days it has suffered

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I was a poet, beyond all else so when my body goes and the pages wait know that this song means more than the sun with every sentence tied to the pain of this world I was a poet, before I had met you when the soften glow of the morning light, flooded my mind the poems would write themselves each line shining brighter then the next so take my flaws and sit with my faults because I, was a poet, before I was myself.

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Aug 11, 2025

Aug 11, 2025 at 12:49 AM UTC

I was a poet, beyond all else

I was a poet, beyond all else so when my body goes and the pages wait know that this song means more than the sun with every sentence tied to the pain of this world I was a poet, before I had met you when the soften glow of the morning light, flooded my mind the poems would write themselves each line shining brighter then the next so take my flaws and sit with my faults because I, was a poet, before I was myself.

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9:38 am the light shine through my window and my eyes open, the room fills with regret along with the warmth from the sun I am tired, but when am I not. 12:58 pm it is cold outside and not like usual, not as it was the morning you left my bed. I am changing- but then again, when am I not 3:23pm I am tired. I am alway tired. 7:47pm I wondered if going outside would fix the dreadful experience of being alive. I am condition to want comfort the conditions of something, somewhere else- that I cannot control 10:04pm I wish that sun was up. I am scared, but when was I not.

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Aug 9, 2025

Aug 9, 2025 at 11:42 PM UTC

Why the world has color.

9:38 am the light shine through my window and my eyes open, the room fills with regret along with the warmth from the sun I am tired, but when am I not. 12:58 pm it is cold outside and not like usual, not as it was the morning you left my bed. I am changing- but then again, when am I not 3:23pm I am tired. I am alway tired. 7:47pm I wondered if going outside would fix the dreadful experience of being alive. I am condition to want comfort the conditions of something, somewhere else- that I cannot control 10:04pm I wish that sun was up. I am scared, but when was I not.

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You would be September, and I will be May. And somewhere in the middle, we'd meet along the way. As if I am a stranger passing you by gazing through your blue tinted eyes I could be your secret and you will be my muse. Writing how the seasons will end, until the cold comes through. So you will just be September, and nothing more, and I will be May with the hopes it's like before.

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Feb 14, 2025

Feb 14, 2025 at 8:20 PM UTC

You would be September

You would be September, and I will be May. And somewhere in the middle, we'd meet along the way. As if I am a stranger passing you by gazing through your blue tinted eyes I could be your secret and you will be my muse. Writing how the seasons will end, until the cold comes through. So you will just be September, and nothing more, and I will be May with the hopes it's like before.

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I bought a peach today hoping it would bring me joy but its soft skin and dripping juice only reminded me of you as I drove back home and forgot about that peach it seemed as if its only purpose was to make me miss you.

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Feb 6, 2025

Feb 6, 2025 at 1:35 AM UTC

Farmers Market

I bought a peach today hoping it would bring me joy but its soft skin and dripping juice only reminded me of you as I drove back home and forgot about that peach it seemed as if its only purpose was to make me miss you.

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