Writer04 - Hello Poetry

They always say a relationship isn’t always 50/50 Sometimes it’s 20/80 or 70/30 But together it will always make up for 100% Does that ring a bell? I don’t feel like that 100% is there anymore Don’t even know if it has ever been there It feels like I’m charging an old phone whose battery isn’t at full capacity any longer As if it’s 110 vs. -10 And I’m sure you feel the same way I’m sure you feel like I am not bringing enough to the table either As if, together- we are overloading the battery Each of us thinking we are charging with the right cable Charging it for the right amount Or in the assumption of the battery knowing when it is full But the battery doesn’t know We both don’t know It’s a constant guesswork of where we are on that scale of zero to a hundred The odds are so small of us both picking the right amount. And yes, it has happened before- but that only means the odds of it happening again are getting smaller I am terribly afraid. I don’t want to switch batteries. But maybe, for you- It’d be better.

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Oct 7, 2024

Oct 7, 2024 at 12:13 PM UTC

Old batteries

They always say a relationship isn’t always 50/50 Sometimes it’s 20/80 or 70/30 But together it will always make up for 100% Does that ring a bell? I don’t feel like that 100% is there anymore Don’t even know if it has ever been there It feels like I’m charging an old phone whose battery isn’t at full capacity any longer As if it’s 110 vs. -10 And I’m sure you feel the same way I’m sure you feel like I am not bringing enough to the table either As if, together- we are overloading the battery Each of us thinking we are charging with the right cable Charging it for the right amount Or in the assumption of the battery knowing when it is full But the battery doesn’t know We both don’t know It’s a constant guesswork of where we are on that scale of zero to a hundred The odds are so small of us both picking the right amount. And yes, it has happened before- but that only means the odds of it happening again are getting smaller I am terribly afraid. I don’t want to switch batteries. But maybe, for you- It’d be better.

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Years I’ve tried to tell you Couldn’t help but keep it in Purely building walls Just so you couldn’t pierce my heart with a pin There have always been good days I love our connection when we drink But when that is over All of a sudden you can no longer think A constant battle of words Bruise my brain ’til it’s completely pink When I appear enthusiastically You shoot it down When I get something done You only look at what’s next Last night I was enlightened By the one who gives me all That even though you try You never let me stand proud and tall And when we sit down for tea It just feels like you don’t even know me

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Oct 6, 2024

Oct 6, 2024 at 7:10 AM UTC

You don't even know me

Years I’ve tried to tell you Couldn’t help but keep it in Purely building walls Just so you couldn’t pierce my heart with a pin There have always been good days I love our connection when we drink But when that is over All of a sudden you can no longer think A constant battle of words Bruise my brain ’til it’s completely pink When I appear enthusiastically You shoot it down When I get something done You only look at what’s next Last night I was enlightened By the one who gives me all That even though you try You never let me stand proud and tall And when we sit down for tea It just feels like you don’t even know me

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The process of loving It hurts to my bones And I try to toughen Though it all feels like traffic cones Those cones I place down Attempt sticking to one path A road leading to a town Where love doesn’t have as many rules as math I don’t need love Is what I heard from a friend But it sounded so rough Since I see love as a godsend And I know it is a constant pain Watering a dying crop With my efforts in vain So why don’t I stop Stop nurturing that flame Banish out that feeling Switch to a different lane Maybe start healing But I cannot heal without love I’d miss the ecstatics Life would be so tough Empty like an essay without its appendix

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Aug 31, 2024

Aug 31, 2024 at 6:45 AM UTC

Why don't I stop

The process of loving It hurts to my bones And I try to toughen Though it all feels like traffic cones Those cones I place down Attempt sticking to one path A road leading to a town Where love doesn’t have as many rules as math I don’t need love Is what I heard from a friend But it sounded so rough Since I see love as a godsend And I know it is a constant pain Watering a dying crop With my efforts in vain So why don’t I stop Stop nurturing that flame Banish out that feeling Switch to a different lane Maybe start healing But I cannot heal without love I’d miss the ecstatics Life would be so tough Empty like an essay without its appendix

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I hear you buzzing Your tiny hairs so loving You scour Eyeing the tastiest wildflower Not good enough Going to the next Finding that good stuff Putting them all to the test There it is The brightest colour And in a **** You sit on its collar Nectar drinking Easy thinking Doing your task No need for a mask Your buzz fades Flying away On a crusade Into the sunrays

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Aug 30, 2024

Aug 30, 2024 at 6:49 AM UTC

Honest work

I hear you buzzing Your tiny hairs so loving You scour Eyeing the tastiest wildflower Not good enough Going to the next Finding that good stuff Putting them all to the test There it is The brightest colour And in a **** You sit on its collar Nectar drinking Easy thinking Doing your task No need for a mask Your buzz fades Flying away On a crusade Into the sunrays

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Here I am Sitting at a simple desk With a simple light And a simple book next to me The bookmark is sticking out on page 10 And in order to move it further I will have to read I will have to work I will have to put my mind to it Excuses But life is the same I feel like that bookmark Someone has to move me But doesn’t put their mind to it I am next to that person On their simple desk Under their simple light Located in a simple book Why am I left there Stranded between words A complete standstill Because of someone else’s excuses

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Aug 29, 2024

Aug 29, 2024 at 6:52 AM UTC

Life's bookmark

Here I am Sitting at a simple desk With a simple light And a simple book next to me The bookmark is sticking out on page 10 And in order to move it further I will have to read I will have to work I will have to put my mind to it Excuses But life is the same I feel like that bookmark Someone has to move me But doesn’t put their mind to it I am next to that person On their simple desk Under their simple light Located in a simple book Why am I left there Stranded between words A complete standstill Because of someone else’s excuses

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Pearlescent backdrop Drapes on top Silhouette of darkness Edges showing their sharpness In the middle of it all A man’s head not that tall Seated on a couch Pretending like a slouch Constant ponder Waiting for a wonder Seeing himself As a book that’s forever on a shelf And while he awaits A change in states The backdrop fades Just a man in the shades

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Aug 29, 2024

Aug 29, 2024 at 6:42 AM UTC

Just a man in the shades

Pearlescent backdrop Drapes on top Silhouette of darkness Edges showing their sharpness In the middle of it all A man’s head not that tall Seated on a couch Pretending like a slouch Constant ponder Waiting for a wonder Seeing himself As a book that’s forever on a shelf And while he awaits A change in states The backdrop fades Just a man in the shades

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Boundaries set He knows what to expect So why did I not even try To keep me for me Constantly asking questions Afraid of possible reactions Feeling so powerful Yet so wasteful Promised myself: no tears Emotions in a casket Always masking it Like I could keep that up for years Realising Modernising My train of thought Throughout the battles I’ve fought Never been so aware That one person Could pave the way For all things I care

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Aug 29, 2024

Aug 29, 2024 at 6:42 AM UTC

On the line

Boundaries set He knows what to expect So why did I not even try To keep me for me Constantly asking questions Afraid of possible reactions Feeling so powerful Yet so wasteful Promised myself: no tears Emotions in a casket Always masking it Like I could keep that up for years Realising Modernising My train of thought Throughout the battles I’ve fought Never been so aware That one person Could pave the way For all things I care

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Room full of people; mind racing connection chasing silence embracing Ton of chatter; want to be secluded never included confrontation eluded Party is over; mind at ease alone with the bees feels like a disease

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Aug 29, 2024

Aug 29, 2024 at 5:54 AM UTC

Social apprehension

Room full of people; mind racing connection chasing silence embracing Ton of chatter; want to be secluded never included confrontation eluded Party is over; mind at ease alone with the bees feels like a disease

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Sometimes I feel like a candy wrapper Found in a lot of places Seen but not recognized Never prioritised All about the unwrapping See how far they can get Without shredding But it's not about the padding Then to be used For their filth To be added to my insides And wrap back around all my sides Once I've been toyed with It's done for Time to throw me away Doesn't matter what I say Simply, trash

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Aug 29, 2024

Aug 29, 2024 at 5:53 AM UTC

Candy wrapper

Sometimes I feel like a candy wrapper Found in a lot of places Seen but not recognized Never prioritised All about the unwrapping See how far they can get Without shredding But it's not about the padding Then to be used For their filth To be added to my insides And wrap back around all my sides Once I've been toyed with It's done for Time to throw me away Doesn't matter what I say Simply, trash

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