WeepingMercury - Hello Poetry

The artist in me has died. It suffocated under the pressure, of the weight of my silenced thoughts. It wept in my ears when I didn’t listen, only its tears are visible over the noise. If quiet settled over the sleepless nights, it would speak of what I couldn’t yet face. But I would simply drown out the words, as there is no peace to be found in my mind. So, I live my life through the eyes of others, chase their sanity and the softness of dreams. I crave their emotions, the simplicity of it all, and the peacefulness of not being haunted by my thoughts. So, I let the artist in me die, just to offer me peace of mind.

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Apr 21

Apr 21, 2026 at 4:22 PM UTC

The artist

The artist in me has died. It suffocated under the pressure, of the weight of my silenced thoughts. It wept in my ears when I didn’t listen, only its tears are visible over the noise. If quiet settled over the sleepless nights, it would speak of what I couldn’t yet face. But I would simply drown out the words, as there is no peace to be found in my mind. So, I live my life through the eyes of others, chase their sanity and the softness of dreams. I crave their emotions, the simplicity of it all, and the peacefulness of not being haunted by my thoughts. So, I let the artist in me die, just to offer me peace of mind.

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Everywhere I go, your face is all I can see It’s like a tattoo covering up the people around me It follows me around, makes its way to my dreams And most of the time, it feels uncomfortably real Sometimes I swear I can still smell you, taste you It’s like I’m losing sight of what is true I walk past the places where we used to go And I can’t seem to let go of the will to know Have you been here? Maybe brought around someone new Or have you been seeing my face around too? Sometimes I feel like you have turned into a curse And with every passing day, it’s just getting worse

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Mar 22

Mar 22, 2026 at 11:35 AM UTC

faces.

Everywhere I go, your face is all I can see It’s like a tattoo covering up the people around me It follows me around, makes its way to my dreams And most of the time, it feels uncomfortably real Sometimes I swear I can still smell you, taste you It’s like I’m losing sight of what is true I walk past the places where we used to go And I can’t seem to let go of the will to know Have you been here? Maybe brought around someone new Or have you been seeing my face around too? Sometimes I feel like you have turned into a curse And with every passing day, it’s just getting worse

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It’s hard to believe when someone says something kind The words get burned into ash in the poison of my mind My narcissistic tendencies convince me that it’s hate Because to me, kindness always just sounds so fake I decide what they think before letting them speak My insecurities push them away by the end of the week And like all the other times, I end up alone The only fate I have ever known.

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Mar 22

Mar 22, 2026 at 11:33 AM UTC

kindness.

It’s hard to believe when someone says something kind The words get burned into ash in the poison of my mind My narcissistic tendencies convince me that it’s hate Because to me, kindness always just sounds so fake I decide what they think before letting them speak My insecurities push them away by the end of the week And like all the other times, I end up alone The only fate I have ever known.

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It’s like the road of love has turned into a one-way street Always ready to give, and it feels so bittersweet How I never open the lane so that I could also receive Because if I never get it, then it can never leave It’s just so much easier to keep on pretending Like, not being loved is a choice I’m consciously making This way, I can dream of being loved if I let myself be Because what I let love in, and there is no one to love me?

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Mar 22

Mar 22, 2026 at 11:31 AM UTC

love is a one-way street.

It’s like the road of love has turned into a one-way street Always ready to give, and it feels so bittersweet How I never open the lane so that I could also receive Because if I never get it, then it can never leave It’s just so much easier to keep on pretending Like, not being loved is a choice I’m consciously making This way, I can dream of being loved if I let myself be Because what I let love in, and there is no one to love me?

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The taste of hunger is so painfully sweet. It dances on my tongue and never lets me sleep. When I lay my guard down, it seeps down my throat, filling me up with this suffocating oath: “Promise to keep me forever, hold close, and cherish, and the feeling of being in control will never perish.” So, I only swallow it down deeper, let it fill me from within, because my brain is lying to me and I can’t let it win. It keeps telling me that the taste of sugar is sweeter than my pain. That if I chose a different path, there would be so much to gain. But what if what I receive is only hurt of a different kind? What if there is no happiness for me to find?

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Mar 22

Mar 22, 2026 at 11:24 AM UTC

hunger.

The taste of hunger is so painfully sweet. It dances on my tongue and never lets me sleep. When I lay my guard down, it seeps down my throat, filling me up with this suffocating oath: “Promise to keep me forever, hold close, and cherish, and the feeling of being in control will never perish.” So, I only swallow it down deeper, let it fill me from within, because my brain is lying to me and I can’t let it win. It keeps telling me that the taste of sugar is sweeter than my pain. That if I chose a different path, there would be so much to gain. But what if what I receive is only hurt of a different kind? What if there is no happiness for me to find?

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I fall to my knees, right by your feet I lay myself bare only for you to see I’ll remold myself to fit your taste I’m just a clay doll you can shape Every single one of your wants and needs Is a guideline to me of who I want to be I let go of every shred of my self-respect Because in front of you, I’m truly wrecked I offer you my body, soul, and mind There is nothing that I would want to hide And the only thing I ask from you Is for me to be the only one you’ll use

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Oct 17, 2025

Oct 17, 2025 at 9:09 AM UTC

Everything for you

I fall to my knees, right by your feet I lay myself bare only for you to see I’ll remold myself to fit your taste I’m just a clay doll you can shape Every single one of your wants and needs Is a guideline to me of who I want to be I let go of every shred of my self-respect Because in front of you, I’m truly wrecked I offer you my body, soul, and mind There is nothing that I would want to hide And the only thing I ask from you Is for me to be the only one you’ll use

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I’m not made of stardust, but the misery of those who came before I’m the last little shards of their broken dreams and nothing more I’m the human manifestation of the disappointments of our kind I’m a creation made of all the faulty building blocks left behind My body is stitched together with floss made of my insecurities My skin is the mismatched patchwork of my soul's impurities My mouth is the instrument made to spread the gospel of hate My hands pollute everything I touch, which is the great irony of fate

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Sep 8, 2025

Sep 8, 2025 at 4:40 PM UTC

what I am.

I’m not made of stardust, but the misery of those who came before I’m the last little shards of their broken dreams and nothing more I’m the human manifestation of the disappointments of our kind I’m a creation made of all the faulty building blocks left behind My body is stitched together with floss made of my insecurities My skin is the mismatched patchwork of my soul's impurities My mouth is the instrument made to spread the gospel of hate My hands pollute everything I touch, which is the great irony of fate

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It’s a truth that everyone around us can see That we are not what we used to be Is it too late to start changing? So, we don’t have to face the problems of our making You don’t have to speak, I already know The look in your eyes changed a long time ago Is the look in my eyes still the same? Or do they reflect the bad choices we’ve made We have become distant, detached, and cold And your hand is becoming increasingly difficult to hold Can we just continue to pretend that we are alright? Maybe that way we can buy us some more time So let’s just stand still and wait Because we both know it’s already too late.

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Sep 1, 2025

Sep 1, 2025 at 5:21 AM UTC

Standstill

It’s a truth that everyone around us can see That we are not what we used to be Is it too late to start changing? So, we don’t have to face the problems of our making You don’t have to speak, I already know The look in your eyes changed a long time ago Is the look in my eyes still the same? Or do they reflect the bad choices we’ve made We have become distant, detached, and cold And your hand is becoming increasingly difficult to hold Can we just continue to pretend that we are alright? Maybe that way we can buy us some more time So let’s just stand still and wait Because we both know it’s already too late.

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I should sleep But it seems like I'm obsessed Chasing away my own sanity

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Aug 29, 2025

Aug 29, 2025 at 8:12 PM UTC

sanity.

I should sleep But it seems like I'm obsessed Chasing away my own sanity

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I have this strange feeling. My heart longs for a place. It’s a strange ache, I’ve never been able to name. Sometimes I wonder, maybe that’s where you are. And all these oceans between are what keep us apart. They say you find your home when you follow your heart. And maybe mine is already there, waiting in your arms.

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Aug 28, 2025

Aug 28, 2025 at 11:02 AM UTC

Homesickness

I have this strange feeling. My heart longs for a place. It’s a strange ache, I’ve never been able to name. Sometimes I wonder, maybe that’s where you are. And all these oceans between are what keep us apart. They say you find your home when you follow your heart. And maybe mine is already there, waiting in your arms.

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