else - Hello Poetry

There are apples and orange juice in the fridge. Two apples from a giveaway cardboard crate, An orange juice for a hard week’s full of rage. I peeled and diced the apples into bits, But my bowl stored more than it could fit, So I ate half for dinner, the other half for breakfast. Surprise, there are frozen dumplings in the fridge. But the *** held more than the lid could close, So I ate half tonight, the other half tomorrow. Things keeps multiplying without me begging, Maybe it’s because I keep giving without wanting, And just when I thought all ran out, I remember There is still the orange juice in the fridge.

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Sep 17, 2025

Sep 17, 2025 at 11:21 AM UTC

Apples and Orange Juice

There are apples and orange juice in the fridge. Two apples from a giveaway cardboard crate, An orange juice for a hard week’s full of rage. I peeled and diced the apples into bits, But my bowl stored more than it could fit, So I ate half for dinner, the other half for breakfast. Surprise, there are frozen dumplings in the fridge. But the *** held more than the lid could close, So I ate half tonight, the other half tomorrow. Things keeps multiplying without me begging, Maybe it’s because I keep giving without wanting, And just when I thought all ran out, I remember There is still the orange juice in the fridge.

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We give too much You and me And lose ourselves In the service of others. We give everyone A piece of our hearts Leaving us an empty shell, Where loneliness kills us slowly And no one can tell.

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Jan 19, 2025

Jan 19, 2025 at 12:27 AM UTC

Compassion

We give too much You and me And lose ourselves In the service of others. We give everyone A piece of our hearts Leaving us an empty shell, Where loneliness kills us slowly And no one can tell.

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another january rain above us, same month, same city, same conflict, a different ‘you’ in my poems. i wonder what you really felt when you slung my arm over yours, when you relentlessly chased my hand, those hard, seasoned fingers on mine. i try to fight you off, but i wind up linking our arms in a chain, rubbing your back until i’m sore, hearing you ramble in that car ride, as you asked about my bruises and searched for my hand before i cut you off, knowing we cannot be more than this, at least not now. that night when the sky sobbed watching us, i wished you were drunk every day and regretted that i was completely sober.

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Jan 13, 2025

Jan 13, 2025 at 9:01 AM UTC

[hands]

another january rain above us, same month, same city, same conflict, a different ‘you’ in my poems. i wonder what you really felt when you slung my arm over yours, when you relentlessly chased my hand, those hard, seasoned fingers on mine. i try to fight you off, but i wind up linking our arms in a chain, rubbing your back until i’m sore, hearing you ramble in that car ride, as you asked about my bruises and searched for my hand before i cut you off, knowing we cannot be more than this, at least not now. that night when the sky sobbed watching us, i wished you were drunk every day and regretted that i was completely sober.

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I feel loved When a handshake Somehow turned into a hug I feel loved When we talk over Coffee and massages I feel loved When we put our warm hands On each other’s arms and backs I feel loved When this nightmare looms, But we have found a place to say “Welcome home”.

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Dec 14, 2024

Dec 14, 2024 at 7:39 AM UTC

warmth.

I feel loved When a handshake Somehow turned into a hug I feel loved When we talk over Coffee and massages I feel loved When we put our warm hands On each other’s arms and backs I feel loved When this nightmare looms, But we have found a place to say “Welcome home”.

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We sat on the stairs and watched it all, Our own personal illegal space. Slow, mellow strums, our hearts beat Silently, curbing words we’ll never say. Our cameras stared and captured it all, The stage from the same ledge, same lens, You left first because I couldn't speak your tense.

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Dec 14, 2024

Dec 14, 2024 at 7:29 AM UTC

stairs

We sat on the stairs and watched it all, Our own personal illegal space. Slow, mellow strums, our hearts beat Silently, curbing words we’ll never say. Our cameras stared and captured it all, The stage from the same ledge, same lens, You left first because I couldn't speak your tense.

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you and i are just like mirrors of each other, or like two parallel lines that run together that never intersect. we are both lights. we are too bright. that is why we are not made for each other. we are made for the darkness. we are chained to pain and heaven has clipped our wings. now it is your turn to be wrapped in shadows, and all i can do is hold your hand, saying all the things you wished to hear, cautiously calling out your name, hoping that you can hear me from the depths of your abyss…

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Dec 14, 2024

Dec 14, 2024 at 7:20 AM UTC

[light]

you and i are just like mirrors of each other, or like two parallel lines that run together that never intersect. we are both lights. we are too bright. that is why we are not made for each other. we are made for the darkness. we are chained to pain and heaven has clipped our wings. now it is your turn to be wrapped in shadows, and all i can do is hold your hand, saying all the things you wished to hear, cautiously calling out your name, hoping that you can hear me from the depths of your abyss…

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I'm retracing the steps you once took, The remnant of sepia shadows that was once here, To understand what this art really means to you. In front of me, a random grass patch where you once lay Now lies abandoned for puppies to roll and tourists to pose I am sitting here seven years too late, Born too late to meet him, who now sleeps in the soil, But not too late to breathe the same air as you. So let’s dance and create our own footprints, I promise I'll immortalize our shadows, Engrave your words in my heart, Etch your name like these memorials on the stone. Now that I'm here, I promise you that Nothing shall be erased by the wind, Nobody will say that “it is forgotten”.

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Oct 13, 2024

Oct 13, 2024 at 10:42 AM UTC

Retrace

I'm retracing the steps you once took, The remnant of sepia shadows that was once here, To understand what this art really means to you. In front of me, a random grass patch where you once lay Now lies abandoned for puppies to roll and tourists to pose I am sitting here seven years too late, Born too late to meet him, who now sleeps in the soil, But not too late to breathe the same air as you. So let’s dance and create our own footprints, I promise I'll immortalize our shadows, Engrave your words in my heart, Etch your name like these memorials on the stone. Now that I'm here, I promise you that Nothing shall be erased by the wind, Nobody will say that “it is forgotten”.

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All magic disappears When the truth settles in I dreamt of something fleeting But forgot it shattered a long time ago. I can see it in your gray eyes that we are not the same, You have heavier steps, darker shadows, a sadder smile, While I am benched on the sidelines, a few years too late, And a billion lightyears away.

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Oct 12, 2024

Oct 12, 2024 at 8:34 AM UTC

weight

All magic disappears When the truth settles in I dreamt of something fleeting But forgot it shattered a long time ago. I can see it in your gray eyes that we are not the same, You have heavier steps, darker shadows, a sadder smile, While I am benched on the sidelines, a few years too late, And a billion lightyears away.

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These white lights shine too bright for my poor dead eyes, and the man’s ramblings, he held my eardrums hostage. Then came a sudden squall, she engulfed me in one heck of a waterfall. Faint moonlight peeked at the end of a musty, darkly lit stairwell we saw each other and laughed at our equally drenched clothes, our wet hair. As sewer rats, we scurried to rescue potted plants, we whipped ***** thuds on white walls, with sticks and knives and all. We rolled on the floor and nearly got concussions, sprained ankles. I remembered how to fall again, to do it all in one fell swoop. I know my body was mine, but now it is also yours, so we danced, barefoot, twirled in our arms, caught each other, ate our mother’s mooncakes while the storm rages on somewhere, outside. We smiled, mouths full with black sesame, white lotus, egg yolks, our laughter echoing under this gentle white light, upon this warm wood. This conversation spins nothing, but this means everything to me. We walk under the damp, stale, starless sky, remnants of the squall. You suddenly proclaimed that all stars have gathered for me, and it is my stage, my game now, so I went home smiling despite it all. You don’t know that this mid-autumn night was all I ever dreamed of.

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Sep 18, 2024

Sep 18, 2024 at 9:53 AM UTC

mooncakes

These white lights shine too bright for my poor dead eyes, and the man’s ramblings, he held my eardrums hostage. Then came a sudden squall, she engulfed me in one heck of a waterfall. Faint moonlight peeked at the end of a musty, darkly lit stairwell we saw each other and laughed at our equally drenched clothes, our wet hair. As sewer rats, we scurried to rescue potted plants, we whipped ***** thuds on white walls, with sticks and knives and all. We rolled on the floor and nearly got concussions, sprained ankles. I remembered how to fall again, to do it all in one fell swoop. I know my body was mine, but now it is also yours, so we danced, barefoot, twirled in our arms, caught each other, ate our mother’s mooncakes while the storm rages on somewhere, outside. We smiled, mouths full with black sesame, white lotus, egg yolks, our laughter echoing under this gentle white light, upon this warm wood. This conversation spins nothing, but this means everything to me. We walk under the damp, stale, starless sky, remnants of the squall. You suddenly proclaimed that all stars have gathered for me, and it is my stage, my game now, so I went home smiling despite it all. You don’t know that this mid-autumn night was all I ever dreamed of.

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Ugly, ugly, ugly, feelings that were once yours but now mine you have a life bigger than mine, and it used to be the opposite like how you used to want to own me, now i want you for myself. I wonder what you will feel if I tell you my true, ugly thoughts now. This is madness, years of staying by each other’s sides, It is time we part. I must accept you have a different life now. Ugly, ugly, ugly thoughts and feelings that made me write this prose, Disappear, disappear, disappear. This is Ugly, ugly, ugly.

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Aug 13, 2024

Aug 13, 2024 at 9:27 AM UTC

ugly

Ugly, ugly, ugly, feelings that were once yours but now mine you have a life bigger than mine, and it used to be the opposite like how you used to want to own me, now i want you for myself. I wonder what you will feel if I tell you my true, ugly thoughts now. This is madness, years of staying by each other’s sides, It is time we part. I must accept you have a different life now. Ugly, ugly, ugly thoughts and feelings that made me write this prose, Disappear, disappear, disappear. This is Ugly, ugly, ugly.

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