jwolfeb - Hello Poetry

I can't help but think that life is worth pursuing, most of the time And of course this is my cry The boy who begged the wolf to tell his story That he so desperately needed to spread into the surrounding airwaves No no that is not enough in this space of barely listening. Print may not seem like the logical place to bleed out, but it is the only place to display my vulnerable guillotine dismemberment Before my public execution Remind me This is worth it

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May 19

May 19, 2026 at 4:46 PM UTC

Worth

I can't help but think that life is worth pursuing, most of the time And of course this is my cry The boy who begged the wolf to tell his story That he so desperately needed to spread into the surrounding airwaves No no that is not enough in this space of barely listening. Print may not seem like the logical place to bleed out, but it is the only place to display my vulnerable guillotine dismemberment Before my public execution Remind me This is worth it

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A letter holds weight Indistinguishable from the words refusing to settle on page Passive ink Helium lifting itself into the space between us Weigh down the meaning of what this was meant to be They told me words matter These things we speak hold capacity within Calloused hands Strangle hold the palpability of possibility Resting on the edge of my tongue So this letter holds weight An atomic mass that proves We were not created nor destroyed This right here Always existed We simply changed forms

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Apr 27

Apr 27, 2026 at 4:49 PM UTC

Mass

A letter holds weight Indistinguishable from the words refusing to settle on page Passive ink Helium lifting itself into the space between us Weigh down the meaning of what this was meant to be They told me words matter These things we speak hold capacity within Calloused hands Strangle hold the palpability of possibility Resting on the edge of my tongue So this letter holds weight An atomic mass that proves We were not created nor destroyed This right here Always existed We simply changed forms

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This body and this mind Sometimes do not belong to me I often find myself breaking off pieces Giving loans I know I can't pay back Allowing others to see my darkness Not remembering to fill in the gaps

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Apr 14

Apr 14, 2026 at 5:07 PM UTC

Lending

This body and this mind Sometimes do not belong to me I often find myself breaking off pieces Giving loans I know I can't pay back Allowing others to see my darkness Not remembering to fill in the gaps

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We are related by blood Yet the DNA in our veins is in high contast

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Apr 14

Apr 14, 2026 at 5:06 PM UTC

Blood

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I am on a floating vessel and I'm drowning In a sea of far too loud cries with horn disguises Begging for an audience to listen to their bravado chest pumped up sililoques This is the too loud neighbor The wishing well spell of more wishes that have landed in an echo chamber Now is too much and forever enough We will bend the fabrics of history Gladly begging our children to swallow our smog And praise us for our ignorance One day giving us the proper burial ground in carbon laced clouds Knowing we were just too much

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Apr 14

Apr 14, 2026 at 4:56 PM UTC

Float

I am on a floating vessel and I'm drowning In a sea of far too loud cries with horn disguises Begging for an audience to listen to their bravado chest pumped up sililoques This is the too loud neighbor The wishing well spell of more wishes that have landed in an echo chamber Now is too much and forever enough We will bend the fabrics of history Gladly begging our children to swallow our smog And praise us for our ignorance One day giving us the proper burial ground in carbon laced clouds Knowing we were just too much

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My insides are present even though I have never seen them Only ever thrown them up Pulling out my self-esteem Insecurities folded in the porcelain before me Allow me to right myself Chest puffed up in false confidence Showing my boisterous inners Hoping to land on acceptance Building a new self image One that loves its own Unconditionally Without cross-examination

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Apr 13

Apr 13, 2026 at 5:08 PM UTC

Up Chuck

My insides are present even though I have never seen them Only ever thrown them up Pulling out my self-esteem Insecurities folded in the porcelain before me Allow me to right myself Chest puffed up in false confidence Showing my boisterous inners Hoping to land on acceptance Building a new self image One that loves its own Unconditionally Without cross-examination

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I reached for my phone today Wanting to tell you everything about nothing Emptily expressing the deepest details of the ghost between us Gift me your crescent ear one moment longer A last call of slurred desperate expression Forgive me Drag me out of the bottle Beat the intoxicants of father from my blood Show me strength in separating the curves of blurred lines Spread the gospel of the broken glass ripping at my thoat Hoping to manufacture and disassemble yesterday Drowning never felt so everyday 2,920 days of stories fractured under tongue and cheek Placate my disgusting necessity for reassurance Crash the god **** plane already Zero gravity won't lift the weight boy The blackbox may hear your desperate pleas There will be no response 8 years of practicing crash landings I reached for my phone today How does nothing feel like everything

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Nov 30, 2020

Nov 30, 2020 at 8:43 PM UTC

Nothing is everything

I reached for my phone today Wanting to tell you everything about nothing Emptily expressing the deepest details of the ghost between us Gift me your crescent ear one moment longer A last call of slurred desperate expression Forgive me Drag me out of the bottle Beat the intoxicants of father from my blood Show me strength in separating the curves of blurred lines Spread the gospel of the broken glass ripping at my thoat Hoping to manufacture and disassemble yesterday Drowning never felt so everyday 2,920 days of stories fractured under tongue and cheek Placate my disgusting necessity for reassurance Crash the god **** plane already Zero gravity won't lift the weight boy The blackbox may hear your desperate pleas There will be no response 8 years of practicing crash landings I reached for my phone today How does nothing feel like everything

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It was abruptly apparent to myself Slapstick honest in the chest Reality became emperical When pull yourself up by your boot straps Became an invitation to self destruction A boot lace golden ticket To a counterfeit perception of relief

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Oct 24, 2020

Oct 24, 2020 at 12:02 AM UTC

American dream

It was abruptly apparent to myself Slapstick honest in the chest Reality became emperical When pull yourself up by your boot straps Became an invitation to self destruction A boot lace golden ticket To a counterfeit perception of relief

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As death became reality He attempted to convince himself That if he hit delete enough Enough people would pay attention That his flair of calm temperament Was a siren of helicopters Berating sleeping neighbors Wanting everything to be worth more than he believed Poetey became a suicide note Causing him to stop writing With the fear of his words becoming eulogy Bleeding paper with cut nerve endings Fist indented desk topping Proving a impending bad written letter To people that may never read Historians have probable cause To explain what went wrong here Until then This man sits in glass bottles and retained thoughts Smiling broken happiness Through exhausted muscles Knowing today won't be enough

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Feb 13, 2019

Feb 13, 2019 at 3:43 PM UTC

Loosely fitting

As death became reality He attempted to convince himself That if he hit delete enough Enough people would pay attention That his flair of calm temperament Was a siren of helicopters Berating sleeping neighbors Wanting everything to be worth more than he believed Poetey became a suicide note Causing him to stop writing With the fear of his words becoming eulogy Bleeding paper with cut nerve endings Fist indented desk topping Proving a impending bad written letter To people that may never read Historians have probable cause To explain what went wrong here Until then This man sits in glass bottles and retained thoughts Smiling broken happiness Through exhausted muscles Knowing today won't be enough

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I would be lying if I told you death wasn't an option We can choose it everyday And most days i argue On what the best course of action might be Between Berlin walls and burlesque dreams My heart has decided it's mind Into suicide flower arrangements Multiplying in hope that one of them might be better Becoming a stem grown mistake Leaf to sky Praying to the god we call heaven And the clouds we call hope Make me pretty Show the world my worth Allow the tender fabric surrounding my inners to bring joy Break my roots in a wish that maybe the ground can remind me from where i once came That this earth returns us to form Not the other way around Eradicate the suffering so commonly accepted as the present

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Nov 29, 2018

Nov 29, 2018 at 5:33 PM UTC

Options

I would be lying if I told you death wasn't an option We can choose it everyday And most days i argue On what the best course of action might be Between Berlin walls and burlesque dreams My heart has decided it's mind Into suicide flower arrangements Multiplying in hope that one of them might be better Becoming a stem grown mistake Leaf to sky Praying to the god we call heaven And the clouds we call hope Make me pretty Show the world my worth Allow the tender fabric surrounding my inners to bring joy Break my roots in a wish that maybe the ground can remind me from where i once came That this earth returns us to form Not the other way around Eradicate the suffering so commonly accepted as the present

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