gunnika - Hello Poetry

I can’t eat undercooked eggs with runny yolks, Maybe that’s why I always end up frying them a little too much. I can’t give only a little of myself to someone, Maybe that’s why I end up losing all of myself to failed relationships. But I can always learn. To like runny yolks and give only as much as I get. ~Gunnika

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Aug 25, 2025

Aug 25, 2025 at 9:47 AM UTC

Undercooked Eggs and Burnt Bridges

I can’t eat undercooked eggs with runny yolks, Maybe that’s why I always end up frying them a little too much. I can’t give only a little of myself to someone, Maybe that’s why I end up losing all of myself to failed relationships. But I can always learn. To like runny yolks and give only as much as I get. ~Gunnika

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Slavery, the devil is in me. Sorrow, heart craves for another tomorrow. The world won't know what it means. No one can decipher this being. The language of this heart, covered with a dark shroud. Dead, pulled apart, it won't shout. Thrown down the drain, discarded. Beaten up, bleeding on the ground. The red, flowing, cleansing those around. Serving without dignity. Bow you all, bow to this being. Such is the beauty, imaginary. Existing in the mind, reality can't see. A face blank, remorse, flee. A deer bitten by a lion, see. This is pain, this is what makes me.

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Sep 4, 2020

Sep 4, 2020 at 1:11 PM UTC

Sad poetry personified

Slavery, the devil is in me. Sorrow, heart craves for another tomorrow. The world won't know what it means. No one can decipher this being. The language of this heart, covered with a dark shroud. Dead, pulled apart, it won't shout. Thrown down the drain, discarded. Beaten up, bleeding on the ground. The red, flowing, cleansing those around. Serving without dignity. Bow you all, bow to this being. Such is the beauty, imaginary. Existing in the mind, reality can't see. A face blank, remorse, flee. A deer bitten by a lion, see. This is pain, this is what makes me.

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I wish I were more like you. With big eyes and a flattering smile. But that's just a wish for hollow features. I wish I were more like you. With the big heart you have. But that's just a wish for your heart. I wish I were more like you. Accepting who I am. Yet, I wish I were less like me.

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Sep 4, 2020

Sep 4, 2020 at 1:08 PM UTC

I wish.

I wish I were more like you. With big eyes and a flattering smile. But that's just a wish for hollow features. I wish I were more like you. With the big heart you have. But that's just a wish for your heart. I wish I were more like you. Accepting who I am. Yet, I wish I were less like me.

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When I looked in the mirror, I saw an incomplete face. A human formed so vague, God forgot to give her a face. Formed by the last lump of clay, A human,incomplete in every possible way. Yet, a chisel given as the last parting gift, Ready to define my own face. When I look in the mirror these days, I see a different face. Imperfect but proud, Because I sculpted it.

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Aug 22, 2020

Aug 22, 2020 at 11:47 AM UTC

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When I looked in the mirror, I saw an incomplete face. A human formed so vague, God forgot to give her a face. Formed by the last lump of clay, A human,incomplete in every possible way. Yet, a chisel given as the last parting gift, Ready to define my own face. When I look in the mirror these days, I see a different face. Imperfect but proud, Because I sculpted it.

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Staring at the moon, It looks gloomy. Tears in its eyes, Guilt, surrounds it tonight. It's not full tonight, Just a quarter is seen. Clouds hide, The guilty being. I look at the stars, They don't shine like they used to. The sky, Represents my mood. Guilt and tears, For I know I sinned. I can feel it, Flowing within. The clouds part, I see the moon. The guilt is gone, The clouds helped it bloom. The stars are bright, And a smile blossom. I can let go, I found the way. The withering flower in me blossoms, And as the moon now shines, I shine too. The clouds helped it, And it helped me too. The sin and the guilt pass, I am free at last.

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Aug 15, 2020

Aug 15, 2020 at 1:56 PM UTC

The Guilty Moon

Staring at the moon, It looks gloomy. Tears in its eyes, Guilt, surrounds it tonight. It's not full tonight, Just a quarter is seen. Clouds hide, The guilty being. I look at the stars, They don't shine like they used to. The sky, Represents my mood. Guilt and tears, For I know I sinned. I can feel it, Flowing within. The clouds part, I see the moon. The guilt is gone, The clouds helped it bloom. The stars are bright, And a smile blossom. I can let go, I found the way. The withering flower in me blossoms, And as the moon now shines, I shine too. The clouds helped it, And it helped me too. The sin and the guilt pass, I am free at last.

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In an aesthetic coffee shop, Scribbling away with glee. Drinking to my imagination, Is it only me? In this aesthetic coffee shop, Where lovers often meet. I hear fragments of what their life has been. Talking over coffee, They think they are strangers to me. I observe,I know, I share their happiness, a witness to their vows. Sadness and pain, Sometimes the outcome may be. But they still come to this coffee shop, Unknowingly drinking with me. I am not the only one, Voila,it's not just me! There are other artists in this coffee shop, Observing and scribbling like me.

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Aug 13, 2020

Aug 13, 2020 at 2:51 AM UTC

The coffee shop

In an aesthetic coffee shop, Scribbling away with glee. Drinking to my imagination, Is it only me? In this aesthetic coffee shop, Where lovers often meet. I hear fragments of what their life has been. Talking over coffee, They think they are strangers to me. I observe,I know, I share their happiness, a witness to their vows. Sadness and pain, Sometimes the outcome may be. But they still come to this coffee shop, Unknowingly drinking with me. I am not the only one, Voila,it's not just me! There are other artists in this coffee shop, Observing and scribbling like me.

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Writing by the window, As the sunlight fills my room. Declaration of an undoubting love, But these letters, for whom? Writing by the window, Staring at the moon. Poetry on a dozen pages, Revealing my truth. Writing by the window, Coffee keeping me alive. A book in hand, And imaginary friends beside. Writing by the window, Are my words true? I will write, Until I am not by the window anymore.

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Aug 11, 2020

Aug 11, 2020 at 3:36 PM UTC

The window

Writing by the window, As the sunlight fills my room. Declaration of an undoubting love, But these letters, for whom? Writing by the window, Staring at the moon. Poetry on a dozen pages, Revealing my truth. Writing by the window, Coffee keeping me alive. A book in hand, And imaginary friends beside. Writing by the window, Are my words true? I will write, Until I am not by the window anymore.

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Living, under a cover, Dreams, under their own rubble. Sleeping, on a pillow of stone, Existing, wanting to fix nothing no more.

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Aug 10, 2020

Aug 10, 2020 at 5:20 AM UTC

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Living, under a cover, Dreams, under their own rubble. Sleeping, on a pillow of stone, Existing, wanting to fix nothing no more.

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Who are you? Why do you my home wreck? A bond so thin, Yet you weaken it more. A heart so broken, Why break it more? The dawn of a new day, Another bird of doom takes flight. I can't shoot any more down, My arrows will finish in a while. Why can't you leave, Let me rest a while. Anger and tears, Don't bring back my long lost fear. I beg you please go, Please let them be whole. And if you won't go, Snap the bond, I would rather see them together no more.

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Aug 8, 2020

Aug 8, 2020 at 2:30 AM UTC

To the monster who spoils relationships

Who are you? Why do you my home wreck? A bond so thin, Yet you weaken it more. A heart so broken, Why break it more? The dawn of a new day, Another bird of doom takes flight. I can't shoot any more down, My arrows will finish in a while. Why can't you leave, Let me rest a while. Anger and tears, Don't bring back my long lost fear. I beg you please go, Please let them be whole. And if you won't go, Snap the bond, I would rather see them together no more.

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I feel like crying But not in front of even a single soul. I don't need people to tell me it's okay, Instead I want ‘me’ to make ‘myself’ whole. I don't want a thousand glares of pity at my tears, I don't need empty words thrown in the air. All I need today is a smile, A flower blooming from inside.

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Jul 29, 2020

Jul 29, 2020 at 2:36 PM UTC

inside

I feel like crying But not in front of even a single soul. I don't need people to tell me it's okay, Instead I want ‘me’ to make ‘myself’ whole. I don't want a thousand glares of pity at my tears, I don't need empty words thrown in the air. All I need today is a smile, A flower blooming from inside.

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