dishes - Hello Poetry

And it’s a sick, twisted thing, the way I always find, A new way to hurt, From the same wound, I swore was healed by now,

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Apr 30

Apr 30, 2026 at 10:06 AM UTC

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And it’s a sick, twisted thing, the way I always find, A new way to hurt, From the same wound, I swore was healed by now,

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The home we built, With its dusted over floors, And the hinges full of sand that scratch and whisper as they’re opened, The trees outside still blow lazily in the breeze, Coaxing timid beams of light to sneak their way between the boards on the window, and guide my eyes from corner to corner like they’re trying to make Caravaggio proud, The unchanged walls bear all the evidence of my sins, “Take off your shoes, stay a while” I can still hear you say in jest, Truth is I can’t these days, the floor glitters with a beautiful hazard, The shards of our broken promises, covered in my fingerprints, Sometimes I sit with them, Fiddle with them, Arrange and rearrange them into different mosaics till inevitably, My fingers catch an edge and start to bleed. The sharp pain snaps me back to reality, The breeze outside calls me back to it warmly, Time to go. In the tomb of all we were, I have completed the spiral countless times over.

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Apr 27

Apr 27, 2026 at 3:31 PM UTC

Time to go

The home we built, With its dusted over floors, And the hinges full of sand that scratch and whisper as they’re opened, The trees outside still blow lazily in the breeze, Coaxing timid beams of light to sneak their way between the boards on the window, and guide my eyes from corner to corner like they’re trying to make Caravaggio proud, The unchanged walls bear all the evidence of my sins, “Take off your shoes, stay a while” I can still hear you say in jest, Truth is I can’t these days, the floor glitters with a beautiful hazard, The shards of our broken promises, covered in my fingerprints, Sometimes I sit with them, Fiddle with them, Arrange and rearrange them into different mosaics till inevitably, My fingers catch an edge and start to bleed. The sharp pain snaps me back to reality, The breeze outside calls me back to it warmly, Time to go. In the tomb of all we were, I have completed the spiral countless times over.

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Its easy to feel drowned out by such beautiful souls who shine so bright it makes you squint. Its hard to feel unmoved when their smiling eyes fall upon you. It was impossible to ignore the breadcrumbs of fate we followed here, and inevitable that the trail would end soon enough.

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Jan 28

Jan 28, 2026 at 5:57 PM UTC

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Its easy to feel drowned out by such beautiful souls who shine so bright it makes you squint. Its hard to feel unmoved when their smiling eyes fall upon you. It was impossible to ignore the breadcrumbs of fate we followed here, and inevitable that the trail would end soon enough.

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At 28 years old, I look in the mirror and see a familiar face, A face I’ve seen cracked and weathered by days spent grinning in the sun, Worn and hardened by the brisk wind of time passing by like a subway train, The eyes bright, locked open and dried from the near constant breeze, scanning the story contained in each fleeting glimpse through the windows, In my face I see the evidence of a life lived well so far, Smile lines that slice the landscape of my cheeks like canyons, Crafted and cut by the intentional and tender hands of white waters and gentle brooks, Wrinkles that show the places I’ve been like a roadmap, My visage adorned with the ornate gilding of an antique ceramic,

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Jan 26

Jan 26, 2026 at 9:57 AM UTC

Evidence

At 28 years old, I look in the mirror and see a familiar face, A face I’ve seen cracked and weathered by days spent grinning in the sun, Worn and hardened by the brisk wind of time passing by like a subway train, The eyes bright, locked open and dried from the near constant breeze, scanning the story contained in each fleeting glimpse through the windows, In my face I see the evidence of a life lived well so far, Smile lines that slice the landscape of my cheeks like canyons, Crafted and cut by the intentional and tender hands of white waters and gentle brooks, Wrinkles that show the places I’ve been like a roadmap, My visage adorned with the ornate gilding of an antique ceramic,

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I’ve started and restarted so many times, It’s hard to place the words the way I used to, Writing now feels like putting on a retainer I haven’t worn in years. I can get it to work, But I can tell things aren’t lining up the way they used to, I used writing as a way to step back from the flow of my thoughts, to examine them for what they are. I’m out of practice, because my thoughts don’t need stepping away from these days. Because where one muscle has grown weak I’ve spent the last 2 years strengthening a different set, maybe. Might just be rust, might just be a new era.

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Sep 3, 2024

Sep 3, 2024 at 9:40 AM UTC

Out Of Practice

I’ve started and restarted so many times, It’s hard to place the words the way I used to, Writing now feels like putting on a retainer I haven’t worn in years. I can get it to work, But I can tell things aren’t lining up the way they used to, I used writing as a way to step back from the flow of my thoughts, to examine them for what they are. I’m out of practice, because my thoughts don’t need stepping away from these days. Because where one muscle has grown weak I’ve spent the last 2 years strengthening a different set, maybe. Might just be rust, might just be a new era.

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Walking through the Houston Airport, my mind couldn't rest, my heart ached for something that it couldn't quite place, and I felt like my insides couldn't sit still. The morning we did our last hike together, we got in the car and I realized how little we had really seen of each other on the trip. The morning was perfect, and the view of the island was incredible. I think we left a piece of us there at the top. Whether The piece of us that was together, or the pieces of ourselves we had given to each other, im not certain. As we discussed forever feeling changed by the trip I never imagined you had changed away from me. I understand now, some of the things I didn't then, so I hope in due time I'll understand what I don't now. There's a still image of you and your friend smiling so wide, both out of fear and exhilaration, as waves threatened to sweep you away. I hope you fill your life with moments that make you smile that way.

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Feb 18, 2022

Feb 18, 2022 at 12:55 PM UTC

Not a poem

Walking through the Houston Airport, my mind couldn't rest, my heart ached for something that it couldn't quite place, and I felt like my insides couldn't sit still. The morning we did our last hike together, we got in the car and I realized how little we had really seen of each other on the trip. The morning was perfect, and the view of the island was incredible. I think we left a piece of us there at the top. Whether The piece of us that was together, or the pieces of ourselves we had given to each other, im not certain. As we discussed forever feeling changed by the trip I never imagined you had changed away from me. I understand now, some of the things I didn't then, so I hope in due time I'll understand what I don't now. There's a still image of you and your friend smiling so wide, both out of fear and exhilaration, as waves threatened to sweep you away. I hope you fill your life with moments that make you smile that way.

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an ant, Lured into a pitcher plant by the sweetest scent, Drowning in the unexpected excess, Bathed and enveloped by bliss.

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Oct 29, 2021

Oct 29, 2021 at 1:20 AM UTC

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an ant, Lured into a pitcher plant by the sweetest scent, Drowning in the unexpected excess, Bathed and enveloped by bliss.

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I still remember days as sweet as sunset snowballs, warm summer air on our skin, A Vance Joy CD on the radio. Those days feel like a dream now. A story someone told me, or a book I read in middle school,

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Oct 15, 2021

Oct 15, 2021 at 12:21 AM UTC

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I still remember days as sweet as sunset snowballs, warm summer air on our skin, A Vance Joy CD on the radio. Those days feel like a dream now. A story someone told me, or a book I read in middle school,

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Enlist a draft, Reinforce the gates, On your mark, Get set, Kick rocks, Best yet, Worst ever, Self absorbed, Self destruction, Twinkle twinkle, Row your boat, **** is not a dream, Fire up the presses, Alert the media, Step back step back, Gather round gather round, Pull the pin, Blow out the candles, Drop the mic, Pick up the pieces, Ride the wave, Crash and burn, Pop the top, Live and learn, On and on, Rest In ****

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Oct 8, 2021

Oct 8, 2021 at 8:39 AM UTC

On your mark,

Enlist a draft, Reinforce the gates, On your mark, Get set, Kick rocks, Best yet, Worst ever, Self absorbed, Self destruction, Twinkle twinkle, Row your boat, **** is not a dream, Fire up the presses, Alert the media, Step back step back, Gather round gather round, Pull the pin, Blow out the candles, Drop the mic, Pick up the pieces, Ride the wave, Crash and burn, Pop the top, Live and learn, On and on, Rest In ****

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It pains me to say so honest, You've come to the same sudden and shocking conclusion as the rest, No matter the amount of love you have for me, I am ****

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Apr 14, 2020

Apr 14, 2020 at 8:35 PM UTC

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It pains me to say so honest, You've come to the same sudden and shocking conclusion as the rest, No matter the amount of love you have for me, I am ****

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