honey-5 - Hello Poetry

I don’t want to die, I want to cease to exist. To never have been born And never have lived For my soul and body to disappear For any memory of me to be gone To dissolve into nothingness and Never have been anything at all

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honey-5

Jun 10, 2025

Jun 10, 2025 at 7:04 AM UTC

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“Nothing.”

I don’t want to die, I want to cease to exist. To never have been born And never have lived For my soul and body to disappear For any memory of me to be gone To dissolve into nothingness and Never have been anything at all

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Indeed, poetry touches when it’s written closely from the heart—when your pen traces through every crevice until each margin is filled. Sometimes, you just have to find the kind of person who understands every word of your poetry. Someone willing to explore the depths of every line written across every piece of paper. I do hope to find that person one day. My own keeper. My listener. My reader. Someone to carry it all with me, through every phase of life.

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May 13, 2025

May 13, 2025 at 2:46 PM UTC

honey-5

Not a Poem, But Because of One

Indeed, poetry touches when it’s written closely from the heart—when your pen traces through every crevice until each margin is filled. Sometimes, you just have to find the kind of person who understands every word of your poetry. Someone willing to explore the depths of every line written across every piece of paper. I do hope to find that person one day. My own keeper. My listener. My reader. Someone to carry it all with me, through every phase of life.

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We perceive things differently— hugging them only in ways we know how. And so, we barely meet halfway. Still, words are thrown, beaten, slitting open wounds that once lay sleeping, penetrating an abyss barely concealed by a fragile veil. Even so, I stand here today— a sentimental fool, as always, apprehending every situation that fits, viewing each one as an opportunity to grow through experience.

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May 13, 2025

May 13, 2025 at 12:28 AM UTC

honey-5

Even So

We perceive things differently— hugging them only in ways we know how. And so, we barely meet halfway. Still, words are thrown, beaten, slitting open wounds that once lay sleeping, penetrating an abyss barely concealed by a fragile veil. Even so, I stand here today— a sentimental fool, as always, apprehending every situation that fits, viewing each one as an opportunity to grow through experience.

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lined, dotted, blank— either way, words are written in me: a thin piece of paper. I carry what people write, words I have no choice in, but I hold them anyway, with quiet glory. and yet, despite bearing the massive weight of ink, vandalized, I still get crumpled,thrown, and worst of all—ignored. perhaps it wasn’t exactly what they wanted to say, but what went away in that moment.

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May 9, 2025

May 9, 2025 at 11:11 AM UTC

honey-5

paper thin

lined, dotted, blank— either way, words are written in me: a thin piece of paper. I carry what people write, words I have no choice in, but I hold them anyway, with quiet glory. and yet, despite bearing the massive weight of ink, vandalized, I still get crumpled,thrown, and worst of all—ignored. perhaps it wasn’t exactly what they wanted to say, but what went away in that moment.

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Without exception to every situation they call love, I wish things were different. If only I were more, or less, or simply enough what could’ve been? Maybe no hearts would ache, no eyes would weep. If fate weren't so unkind, there wouldn’t be words written right now.

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May 8, 2025

May 8, 2025 at 7:43 AM UTC

honey-5

I wish things were different

Without exception to every situation they call love, I wish things were different. If only I were more, or less, or simply enough what could’ve been? Maybe no hearts would ache, no eyes would weep. If fate weren't so unkind, there wouldn’t be words written right now.

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there’s such a thing as spending time with someone—with nothing attached. just two human beings, getting affectionate with each other. no romance, no *** just two souls in a quiet room with screaming thoughts. i’ve seen it in movies— but not yet in real life. what is it like, to be in one?

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Apr 30, 2025

Apr 30, 2025 at 3:21 AM UTC

honey-5

platonic

there’s such a thing as spending time with someone—with nothing attached. just two human beings, getting affectionate with each other. no romance, no *** just two souls in a quiet room with screaming thoughts. i’ve seen it in movies— but not yet in real life. what is it like, to be in one?

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There are promises we cling to for dear life, at times when everything feels shaky. Yet not all promises are meant to be true — for some, are just words meant to fill a void. But when those promises remain unfulfilled, they create holes deeper than any alphabet can hold. Easy to say, yet hard to keep. Easy to break, yet the cuts run deep. Words cut deeper than any knife, inflicting wounds that no one can heal. And broken promises drop a weight into a heart meant only to carry feather-light weight.

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Apr 20, 2025

Apr 20, 2025 at 2:52 AM UTC

honey-5

Broken Promises

There are promises we cling to for dear life, at times when everything feels shaky. Yet not all promises are meant to be true — for some, are just words meant to fill a void. But when those promises remain unfulfilled, they create holes deeper than any alphabet can hold. Easy to say, yet hard to keep. Easy to break, yet the cuts run deep. Words cut deeper than any knife, inflicting wounds that no one can heal. And broken promises drop a weight into a heart meant only to carry feather-light weight.

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Guarding something you cannot control is like putting yourself in a war you were never trained for. Or maybe you were — but still, it ends up placing itself in danger, and eventually, it kills its own. Our heart is just like that: soft, wired to love, but bound to hurt.

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Apr 18, 2025

Apr 18, 2025 at 11:26 PM UTC

honey-5

wired to hurt

Guarding something you cannot control is like putting yourself in a war you were never trained for. Or maybe you were — but still, it ends up placing itself in danger, and eventually, it kills its own. Our heart is just like that: soft, wired to love, but bound to hurt.

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I would like to see you again. To stare at you for a moment. To test if this is something I can undo. Because, darling, I don’t know what you did, but I swear— I’d give you my heart if you asked. I’d let you explore even the deepest parts of me, as long as it’s you. But if fate is unkind, then I’d still be glad just to breathe the same air as you, to walk the same ground, to see you from afar. Oh, what have you done to me?

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Apr 18, 2025

Apr 18, 2025 at 10:44 AM UTC

honey-5

If only

I would like to see you again. To stare at you for a moment. To test if this is something I can undo. Because, darling, I don’t know what you did, but I swear— I’d give you my heart if you asked. I’d let you explore even the deepest parts of me, as long as it’s you. But if fate is unkind, then I’d still be glad just to breathe the same air as you, to walk the same ground, to see you from afar. Oh, what have you done to me?

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Ink's running out as my thoughts get loud. In between you and me, my cup’s fuller. The strings attached are still clinging on tight— but I will not hold on any longer. For this is, by chance, a brief experience. And that, I should be grateful for— because you made me feel something I had been longing for before. To be held, for once, with hands so warm and willing to engulf me as a whole. This fleeting experience— I'll hold on to. For not even once have I felt a deep connection I never wanted to end. Perhaps, it was you or how you made me feel. Or maybe, it was your eyes that I still wish to stare into— at least for one last time.

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Apr 14, 2025

Apr 14, 2025 at 7:54 PM UTC

honey-5

Perhaps, It Was You

Ink's running out as my thoughts get loud. In between you and me, my cup’s fuller. The strings attached are still clinging on tight— but I will not hold on any longer. For this is, by chance, a brief experience. And that, I should be grateful for— because you made me feel something I had been longing for before. To be held, for once, with hands so warm and willing to engulf me as a whole. This fleeting experience— I'll hold on to. For not even once have I felt a deep connection I never wanted to end. Perhaps, it was you or how you made me feel. Or maybe, it was your eyes that I still wish to stare into— at least for one last time.

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