___struck - Hello Poetry

Everyone is afraid of the future For one reason or another The small fear growing The grown fear aging The aged fear aging no more. If only the young and old would talk, But they underestimate each other. They are closest to a different sort of nothing. One has everything to go, One has had everything they could The difference between broken down And still being built

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Mar 7

Mar 7, 2026 at 8:05 PM UTC

Bookends of Life

Everyone is afraid of the future For one reason or another The small fear growing The grown fear aging The aged fear aging no more. If only the young and old would talk, But they underestimate each other. They are closest to a different sort of nothing. One has everything to go, One has had everything they could The difference between broken down And still being built

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Spend all your time at the top Waiting for the next pitfall Spend your time in the pitfall Waiting for death Don’t get too comfortable Success is a lie A temporary mirage A respite from real life If you claw your way up Remember the bottom Forget the view around you You’ll return to your roots

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Oct 26, 2025

Oct 26, 2025 at 8:54 PM UTC

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Spend all your time at the top Waiting for the next pitfall Spend your time in the pitfall Waiting for death Don’t get too comfortable Success is a lie A temporary mirage A respite from real life If you claw your way up Remember the bottom Forget the view around you You’ll return to your roots

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Ophelia, my Ophelia, Whispering sweet nothings in my ear, Stroking my hair as I cry, The rhythm in time with the running from my eyes. She holds me and tells me that all is alright, That I need not run, That she has a home for me. Ophelia, sweet Ophelia, Leading me to the rooftop. Your tears are like those stars, my darling And by god she was right. I can do anything, with her by my side. “Do not go my dear” I plead She smiles. I sob. Ophelia… ophelia… I stare at the edge, Perhaps she’s on the other side, waiting…. I step, step, step, run, fly. Ophelia, Ophelia, Who showed me the sky. Who only comes with a moonshine haze. I’m coming, love.

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Oct 14, 2025

Oct 14, 2025 at 9:53 AM UTC

Ophelia.

Ophelia, my Ophelia, Whispering sweet nothings in my ear, Stroking my hair as I cry, The rhythm in time with the running from my eyes. She holds me and tells me that all is alright, That I need not run, That she has a home for me. Ophelia, sweet Ophelia, Leading me to the rooftop. Your tears are like those stars, my darling And by god she was right. I can do anything, with her by my side. “Do not go my dear” I plead She smiles. I sob. Ophelia… ophelia… I stare at the edge, Perhaps she’s on the other side, waiting…. I step, step, step, run, fly. Ophelia, Ophelia, Who showed me the sky. Who only comes with a moonshine haze. I’m coming, love.

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First “it doesn’t break the skin” Then “it doesn’t bleed” Soon after “it doesn’t scar” Anything to invalidate The pain Avoid the label The death sentence That is being forced to live Because “it doesn’t **** me”

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Oct 14, 2025

Oct 14, 2025 at 9:50 AM UTC

It Isn’t Real

First “it doesn’t break the skin” Then “it doesn’t bleed” Soon after “it doesn’t scar” Anything to invalidate The pain Avoid the label The death sentence That is being forced to live Because “it doesn’t **** me”

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Run from the hurt Run from the love Because which is which You do not know. Flinch from the fist Or an open helping hand After all, Caution is better than carelessness. **** them with kindness Even if it kills you instead Carry the burden of your own existence, Life’s painful either way.

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Sep 26, 2025

Sep 26, 2025 at 7:03 PM UTC

Love?

Run from the hurt Run from the love Because which is which You do not know. Flinch from the fist Or an open helping hand After all, Caution is better than carelessness. **** them with kindness Even if it kills you instead Carry the burden of your own existence, Life’s painful either way.

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Only the beautiful Can afford to be broken. One must always seal the cracks, Because god ******* forbid they show. How dare the ink on paper leave a story, And not a work of ******* art. Broken and beautiful is poetic, But just plain broken, Useless. And society will sneer and say “How dare this breaking break you”

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Sep 23, 2025

Sep 23, 2025 at 10:36 PM UTC

The Price for Pain

Only the beautiful Can afford to be broken. One must always seal the cracks, Because god ******* forbid they show. How dare the ink on paper leave a story, And not a work of ******* art. Broken and beautiful is poetic, But just plain broken, Useless. And society will sneer and say “How dare this breaking break you”

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My heartstrings taught and played like violins, My heartbeat a drum, My shaking breaths an uneven metronome. The stuttering staccato of my sobs subside, As I yearn for another to harmonize. I am an unfinished chord, A quiet flat melody. I wish I could finish this piece with one last crescendo, A final forlorn forte Cut it short before a final- click, bang

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Sep 22, 2025

Sep 22, 2025 at 4:07 PM UTC

Symphony of Solitude

My heartstrings taught and played like violins, My heartbeat a drum, My shaking breaths an uneven metronome. The stuttering staccato of my sobs subside, As I yearn for another to harmonize. I am an unfinished chord, A quiet flat melody. I wish I could finish this piece with one last crescendo, A final forlorn forte Cut it short before a final- click, bang

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My dark passenger, along for the ride, By its bidding I must abide. Pulling the strings, he’s my puppeteer, Pushing away all who come near. “All who care must go away, It’s important if you want me to stay.” It has clung and other times strung me along, Squeezed me until I’m fully wrung, Only thing it won’t do is have me hung. “Do remember, my weakened vessel, No matter how hard you wrestle, I’m inside your head. I’m along for the ride. The lows, The highs, And we’re in this together, So if one of us die-“ It knows I know If it goes, So do I.

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Sep 21, 2025

Sep 21, 2025 at 6:57 PM UTC

My Dark Passenger

My dark passenger, along for the ride, By its bidding I must abide. Pulling the strings, he’s my puppeteer, Pushing away all who come near. “All who care must go away, It’s important if you want me to stay.” It has clung and other times strung me along, Squeezed me until I’m fully wrung, Only thing it won’t do is have me hung. “Do remember, my weakened vessel, No matter how hard you wrestle, I’m inside your head. I’m along for the ride. The lows, The highs, And we’re in this together, So if one of us die-“ It knows I know If it goes, So do I.

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An invisible parasite I cannot see, Is constantly eating away at me. Consuming me with patient consistency. “I will not give up” I decree But it just keeps taking silently I wish only for it to break free To decide it’s done with this gluttony With this feast on my personality, On my memories of being happy. “It’s okay, I am still me” I say to myself desperately But it pumps poison straight to my psyche, With thoughts like they will not miss your pathetic tranquility And just end this suffering eternally As I think I am nearly ready To face the music and run from reality I pause on the memory Of my quiet determined resiliency Oh, I thought I was above this crushing parasite of melancholy As it plagued me with its apathy. I laugh at this thought manically, That I could ever surpass this parasite as it destroyed me slowly, ‘Til I’m curled on the floor, breathing heavy, Until I feel the only way to stop this peacefully Is to surrender to the ending of this slow and painful tragedy.

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Sep 21, 2025

Sep 21, 2025 at 6:45 PM UTC

Parasitic Tragedy

An invisible parasite I cannot see, Is constantly eating away at me. Consuming me with patient consistency. “I will not give up” I decree But it just keeps taking silently I wish only for it to break free To decide it’s done with this gluttony With this feast on my personality, On my memories of being happy. “It’s okay, I am still me” I say to myself desperately But it pumps poison straight to my psyche, With thoughts like they will not miss your pathetic tranquility And just end this suffering eternally As I think I am nearly ready To face the music and run from reality I pause on the memory Of my quiet determined resiliency Oh, I thought I was above this crushing parasite of melancholy As it plagued me with its apathy. I laugh at this thought manically, That I could ever surpass this parasite as it destroyed me slowly, ‘Til I’m curled on the floor, breathing heavy, Until I feel the only way to stop this peacefully Is to surrender to the ending of this slow and painful tragedy.

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I find such comfort in the phrase ‘you only live once’ Because I can’t imagine doing this all again. I never want to witness the leaving of light from someone’s eyes, Never want to be tossed in the endless tide of monotony, Never want to collapse from my hurricane brain, Never want to curl up and wish to be taken to a dark silent eternity. I pray there is no afterlife, No endless time existing. I only want it all to end, To have a complete lack of anything. I don’t want to meet the grim reaper, Or greet God at His pearly gates. I simply wish for nothing, To live once, truly, So I need not feel this way Forevermore.

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Sep 21, 2025

Sep 21, 2025 at 6:40 PM UTC

You Only Live Once

I find such comfort in the phrase ‘you only live once’ Because I can’t imagine doing this all again. I never want to witness the leaving of light from someone’s eyes, Never want to be tossed in the endless tide of monotony, Never want to collapse from my hurricane brain, Never want to curl up and wish to be taken to a dark silent eternity. I pray there is no afterlife, No endless time existing. I only want it all to end, To have a complete lack of anything. I don’t want to meet the grim reaper, Or greet God at His pearly gates. I simply wish for nothing, To live once, truly, So I need not feel this way Forevermore.

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