hellkatsi - Hello Poetry

the tree stands it’s beauty innate it’s unassuming and imposing presence warranted from the ground it stands upon alone It did not ask to be there it did not ask to be seen it simply is as it has always been, strong though the branches that make its image are strong but only in number it lurches from time to time the weight of its leaves vary from season to season nonetheless its beauty persists through some timeless seemingly transient property that dances around the edges of one’s mind it does not seek from anyone, anything that they do not freely give, their exhalation its sustenance. i long to be a tree to be simple to the untrained eye and to be acknowledged by those who may sit beneath my branches on a sweltering day. I long to be comfortable being glossed over, to not need nor want anything from anyone more than what they themselves need not can that be enough for me, my greed tells me it can not be so, yet my virtue tells me it must be. i must be like a tree, i am finite, i will grow and subsequently die. we are kin of sun and water, air and earth. so surely then we must be similar. yet even still, what a tragedy it is that i am not a tree.

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Feb 17

Feb 17, 2026 at 6:39 AM UTC

hellkatsi

The tree stands

the tree stands it’s beauty innate it’s unassuming and imposing presence warranted from the ground it stands upon alone It did not ask to be there it did not ask to be seen it simply is as it has always been, strong though the branches that make its image are strong but only in number it lurches from time to time the weight of its leaves vary from season to season nonetheless its beauty persists through some timeless seemingly transient property that dances around the edges of one’s mind it does not seek from anyone, anything that they do not freely give, their exhalation its sustenance. i long to be a tree to be simple to the untrained eye and to be acknowledged by those who may sit beneath my branches on a sweltering day. I long to be comfortable being glossed over, to not need nor want anything from anyone more than what they themselves need not can that be enough for me, my greed tells me it can not be so, yet my virtue tells me it must be. i must be like a tree, i am finite, i will grow and subsequently die. we are kin of sun and water, air and earth. so surely then we must be similar. yet even still, what a tragedy it is that i am not a tree.

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I wear a mask made of thorn no one will see my rotten form puffing pustules spurt agape inking out from yellow tape though i hide myself today someone tore my mask away an angel came and beckoned me though they had to reckon see when someone hides their face away they never see the shade of day yet they found a made me new that is why i thank you

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Apr 9, 2025

Apr 9, 2025 at 3:26 PM UTC

hellkatsi

mask

I wear a mask made of thorn no one will see my rotten form puffing pustules spurt agape inking out from yellow tape though i hide myself today someone tore my mask away an angel came and beckoned me though they had to reckon see when someone hides their face away they never see the shade of day yet they found a made me new that is why i thank you

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I wish i was memorable I wish i wasn’t passed by i wish i wasn’t brushed over - by the wandering eye I wish i held interest for a moment or two i wish i was seen by them or by you i wish my presence had afterimages i wish they remembered my differing visages but i sit just below the horizon out of view out of sight i’m veiled in shadow absent of light i am no siren i lack the right bite i wish i was memorable but maybe that’s not for me maybe a presence is something i simply cannot be

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Apr 4, 2025

Apr 4, 2025 at 11:51 AM UTC

hellkatsi

Memorable

I wish i was memorable I wish i wasn’t passed by i wish i wasn’t brushed over - by the wandering eye I wish i held interest for a moment or two i wish i was seen by them or by you i wish my presence had afterimages i wish they remembered my differing visages but i sit just below the horizon out of view out of sight i’m veiled in shadow absent of light i am no siren i lack the right bite i wish i was memorable but maybe that’s not for me maybe a presence is something i simply cannot be

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