YumnaKay - Hello Poetry

Pain doesn't always show as screams or tears. Sometimes, it's just a feeling of nothingness; A gentle hum of being numb, hidden amongst hushed whispers and stifled sighs.

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Mar 22

Mar 22, 2026 at 6:25 PM UTC

Empty

Pain doesn't always show as screams or tears. Sometimes, it's just a feeling of nothingness; A gentle hum of being numb, hidden amongst hushed whispers and stifled sighs.

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I want to rest forever in the arms of blissful oblivion.

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Feb 7

Feb 7, 2026 at 3:15 AM UTC

Oblivion

I want to rest forever in the arms of blissful oblivion.

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You're six feet under but I will forever miss your heartbeat synced with mine. My should-have-been rainbow baby, now a sparkling star up the sky.

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Jan 30

Jan 30, 2026 at 4:43 PM UTC

Six feet under

You're six feet under but I will forever miss your heartbeat synced with mine. My should-have-been rainbow baby, now a sparkling star up the sky.

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I was never good at Math. Maybe that's why I can never add up all your love for me or minus me ~ from you.

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Nov 29, 2025

Nov 29, 2025 at 6:38 PM UTC

Dynamics

I was never good at Math. Maybe that's why I can never add up all your love for me or minus me ~ from you.

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I love illusions. Of places I've never been to. Of situations that might never get real. And of people who're not the same anymore. I must be hallucinating.

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Mar 15, 2025

Mar 15, 2025 at 5:49 PM UTC

Illusions

I love illusions. Of places I've never been to. Of situations that might never get real. And of people who're not the same anymore. I must be hallucinating.

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Tell me a lie I can believe. "There is no one like you."

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Mar 15, 2025

Mar 15, 2025 at 5:25 PM UTC

Lies

Tell me a lie I can believe. "There is no one like you."

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If to live a fairytale life is to wait for your Prince to rescue you from the tower while you lend him your hair, be recognised by the shoe that fits you, or be kissed to life, then I'm better off living a nightmare where I am my own tormentor ~ and saviour.

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Jan 26, 2025

Jan 26, 2025 at 3:51 PM UTC

Fairytale

If to live a fairytale life is to wait for your Prince to rescue you from the tower while you lend him your hair, be recognised by the shoe that fits you, or be kissed to life, then I'm better off living a nightmare where I am my own tormentor ~ and saviour.

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We got lost, somewhere. Now, even the sun rays feel cold over my skin, and snow leaves warm trails... I am burning; a mere residue of your love.

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Sep 17, 2019

Sep 17, 2019 at 12:18 PM UTC

Residue

We got lost, somewhere. Now, even the sun rays feel cold over my skin, and snow leaves warm trails... I am burning; a mere residue of your love.

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Sometimes, words are weightless and hearts are numb. And all the music in the world fails to tune out everything. Distinguishing noises from properly thought-out sentences becomes a task, and drowning them all in a cavern full of pooled out emotions, just another hobby. While stars dance to a tuneless melody in synchronized motions to the buzzing in the heads, we catch feelings like fever ...

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Aug 27, 2019

Aug 27, 2019 at 3:15 PM UTC

Feelings Like Fever

Sometimes, words are weightless and hearts are numb. And all the music in the world fails to tune out everything. Distinguishing noises from properly thought-out sentences becomes a task, and drowning them all in a cavern full of pooled out emotions, just another hobby. While stars dance to a tuneless melody in synchronized motions to the buzzing in the heads, we catch feelings like fever ...

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where do we find ourselves in museums of thoughts, where each thread dances on its own and our fingers, outstretched, trying to grab a single one... processing. where do we find ourselves perhaps, in hidden sheds or tangible shreds, deemed or bound to be doomed.

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Aug 17, 2019

Aug 17, 2019 at 12:13 PM UTC

Museums

where do we find ourselves in museums of thoughts, where each thread dances on its own and our fingers, outstretched, trying to grab a single one... processing. where do we find ourselves perhaps, in hidden sheds or tangible shreds, deemed or bound to be doomed.

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