ceebeenotes - Hello Poetry

A room that remembers the scent of memories. At the corner, red eyes met the cold breeze. When the sun climbs the quiet sky, no creases on the bedsheet, only stillness alive. The curtain doesn’t float, the wind no longer visits the windows. Lingering thoughts leave their imprint on the veil of settled ash. The flower has died in the blue vase. Echoes of the past tangled in the dark.

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6d ago

May 28, 2026 at 10:40 AM UTC

Veil of Ash

A room that remembers the scent of memories. At the corner, red eyes met the cold breeze. When the sun climbs the quiet sky, no creases on the bedsheet, only stillness alive. The curtain doesn’t float, the wind no longer visits the windows. Lingering thoughts leave their imprint on the veil of settled ash. The flower has died in the blue vase. Echoes of the past tangled in the dark.

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I am not a feminist but, an emotional being— a soul that belongs neither here nor there, simply human, a heart that feels. Everyone should look through the glasses of equality, a lens without hierarchy. Bring every opinion to the middle of the bridge where no one is misandrist, no one misogynist. Let us not hide behind walls of excuses, built from prejudice— bricks too weak can't hold the truth. Yesterday, I reached out my hands for your growth. Today, it is your turn to lift me. And one day, we will finally stand together— not as labels, but as human beings.

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Apr 14

Apr 14, 2026 at 11:06 AM UTC

Beyond Labels

I am not a feminist but, an emotional being— a soul that belongs neither here nor there, simply human, a heart that feels. Everyone should look through the glasses of equality, a lens without hierarchy. Bring every opinion to the middle of the bridge where no one is misandrist, no one misogynist. Let us not hide behind walls of excuses, built from prejudice— bricks too weak can't hold the truth. Yesterday, I reached out my hands for your growth. Today, it is your turn to lift me. And one day, we will finally stand together— not as labels, but as human beings.

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At 3 a.m., my mind turns into an honest place— high on emotions, low on consciousness. The sky drifts into sleep, wrapping itself in an enormous glittering quilt. I meet my own self while the whole world is busy living in dreams. Silver light rests upon my eyes; every corner of the earth bathes in the night of moonlight. No creature sings a song— a tranquil world filled with gentle sounds. The curtains by the window dance with the breeze, softly singing me lullabies. As I step out of dreamland, I find myself curled back in a warm bed, the bleary-eyed sun wakes to chirping birds, the world slowly brightens— morning is here.

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Apr 1

Apr 1, 2026 at 11:15 AM UTC

Moonlit Mind

At 3 a.m., my mind turns into an honest place— high on emotions, low on consciousness. The sky drifts into sleep, wrapping itself in an enormous glittering quilt. I meet my own self while the whole world is busy living in dreams. Silver light rests upon my eyes; every corner of the earth bathes in the night of moonlight. No creature sings a song— a tranquil world filled with gentle sounds. The curtains by the window dance with the breeze, softly singing me lullabies. As I step out of dreamland, I find myself curled back in a warm bed, the bleary-eyed sun wakes to chirping birds, the world slowly brightens— morning is here.

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I am with my mystical thoughts, and it is midwinter. I long to fit your gentle hands in mine, to perceive their warmth, sunlight trapped in your palms. My heart could meet yours, beating so fast as I hold you close. I cradle your face like a delicate flower in my hands, and my heart blooms in the garden— a cherry-red kiss on my cheek. Snowflakes on our heads twinkling stars in the sky. I lose myself in the universe; only our love is alive. Maybe in another life we will be meant to be together. I will be chosen, and love will be in my favor.

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Mar 25

Mar 25, 2026 at 9:47 AM UTC

Mystical Winter

I am with my mystical thoughts, and it is midwinter. I long to fit your gentle hands in mine, to perceive their warmth, sunlight trapped in your palms. My heart could meet yours, beating so fast as I hold you close. I cradle your face like a delicate flower in my hands, and my heart blooms in the garden— a cherry-red kiss on my cheek. Snowflakes on our heads twinkling stars in the sky. I lose myself in the universe; only our love is alive. Maybe in another life we will be meant to be together. I will be chosen, and love will be in my favor.

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May life be so full of delight, so deeply satisfied— that the soul never feels the urge for a second life.

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Mar 18

Mar 18, 2026 at 9:34 AM UTC

The One Life

May life be so full of delight, so deeply satisfied— that the soul never feels the urge for a second life.

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My victories are celebrated by everyone, while in failure, I stand alone. Success is a limited light— not for every eye. Teary eyes speak the loudest, yet no one is there to listen. Winning in life means loving your life; endless losing— a miserable life. The heart is heavy with stones, no flower dares to bloom. The soul has opened the darkest room, lost the key— and never returned.

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Mar 11

Mar 11, 2026 at 10:24 AM UTC

The Lost Key

My victories are celebrated by everyone, while in failure, I stand alone. Success is a limited light— not for every eye. Teary eyes speak the loudest, yet no one is there to listen. Winning in life means loving your life; endless losing— a miserable life. The heart is heavy with stones, no flower dares to bloom. The soul has opened the darkest room, lost the key— and never returned.

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I celebrate my life, joyful, alive, while the clock keeps moving. Could it spare me some extra time? Yet, I pause and look around. The room is full— happy faces everywhere. On this cheerful earth, my heart holds a stone. In the sudden silence, I fear I will end up alone. One moment, it is a milestone. The next, I am sitting on my own. Caught in a flash of awareness, I beg the universe: “Please hold the time.” But, the clock keeps moving— could it please spare me some extra time?

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Feb 25

Feb 25, 2026 at 10:06 AM UTC

A Flash of Awareness

I celebrate my life, joyful, alive, while the clock keeps moving. Could it spare me some extra time? Yet, I pause and look around. The room is full— happy faces everywhere. On this cheerful earth, my heart holds a stone. In the sudden silence, I fear I will end up alone. One moment, it is a milestone. The next, I am sitting on my own. Caught in a flash of awareness, I beg the universe: “Please hold the time.” But, the clock keeps moving— could it please spare me some extra time?

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Here I am, sitting on my own. Dark room. My aching soul. Aware that you belong to the past— somehow it brings ease to my wounded heart. Glad you are not here; the world feels haunting, and I am full of fear. I was lost in my misery, couldn’t see the door waiting there. Heavy chest. Shaken breath. Your memories make me freeze. You were the light of my soul. I wish the truth had never been told.

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Feb 16

Feb 16, 2026 at 10:30 AM UTC

After the Truth

Here I am, sitting on my own. Dark room. My aching soul. Aware that you belong to the past— somehow it brings ease to my wounded heart. Glad you are not here; the world feels haunting, and I am full of fear. I was lost in my misery, couldn’t see the door waiting there. Heavy chest. Shaken breath. Your memories make me freeze. You were the light of my soul. I wish the truth had never been told.

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Whenever I meet you, the heart says I love you— perhaps thousands, or I don’t know how many times. Yet somehow, the words never come out. They can’t reach your ears; maybe you will never hear the sound. So I pause and observe you quietly through my eyes, so that in the world of memories, my imaginations can never learn to die.

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Feb 8

Feb 8, 2026 at 12:10 PM UTC

Unsaid, Yet Alive

Whenever I meet you, the heart says I love you— perhaps thousands, or I don’t know how many times. Yet somehow, the words never come out. They can’t reach your ears; maybe you will never hear the sound. So I pause and observe you quietly through my eyes, so that in the world of memories, my imaginations can never learn to die.

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Silence sits in my room, Invisible to the world, yet I am the one who can see. Does she carry a burden, or is she finally at peace? Do they ignore her, or are they just too blind to see? She remains aloof, never coming into view. Yet I am deeply aware of how silence can feel. In the loudest crowd of the world, she stands— so calm and still. Patiently waiting to steal a few words that might free her from the world. The thought sounds surreal, so desperate to disappear. Yet silence stays in the room— hidden behind the wall, visible only to me.

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Jan 31

Jan 31, 2026 at 3:42 AM UTC

The Silent Guest

Silence sits in my room, Invisible to the world, yet I am the one who can see. Does she carry a burden, or is she finally at peace? Do they ignore her, or are they just too blind to see? She remains aloof, never coming into view. Yet I am deeply aware of how silence can feel. In the loudest crowd of the world, she stands— so calm and still. Patiently waiting to steal a few words that might free her from the world. The thought sounds surreal, so desperate to disappear. Yet silence stays in the room— hidden behind the wall, visible only to me.

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