kabue - Hello Poetry

i knew what i was offering; it was as clear as sky blue, but it has now only happened— my mind has just understood: mine was a broken, tainted love, a right i was not remotely entitled. what a shame it must be that their questions rang alert, a warning of a coming fracture, a dissolution of all essence; we were doomed in all sense. what i knew of love was true, but i was too much a liar. i had little room for it within, so i held it on my face’ surface; i had to have an appearance that merited your dependence. i am back to what i was before; i am a wandering emptiness, i am the bellowing nothingness. everything that is is held within: here, disorder reigns supreme; chaos has returned to its home. and you have found a safer love.

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Oct 14, 2025

Oct 14, 2025 at 6:04 PM UTC

disordered love

i knew what i was offering; it was as clear as sky blue, but it has now only happened— my mind has just understood: mine was a broken, tainted love, a right i was not remotely entitled. what a shame it must be that their questions rang alert, a warning of a coming fracture, a dissolution of all essence; we were doomed in all sense. what i knew of love was true, but i was too much a liar. i had little room for it within, so i held it on my face’ surface; i had to have an appearance that merited your dependence. i am back to what i was before; i am a wandering emptiness, i am the bellowing nothingness. everything that is is held within: here, disorder reigns supreme; chaos has returned to its home. and you have found a safer love.

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i have no more words for you. i have none other but a rainstorm of tears— the excruciating truth they so well represent. it was required for us to part, for peace to find room. you have gone your way, a little further with each day. it feels as though you find yourself to feel safe being away from me, and the mess i am— while living with burning anxiety that i will have to do the same. the middle keeps widening. it has done so for almost a year. more room has been made for what grace missed before, when i chose to expect from you what you didn’t be able to do. despite everything that assured that our love was for certain, we have had to find a divide. we will have to end up out there— away from each other’s paths.

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Oct 3, 2025

Oct 3, 2025 at 3:14 PM UTC

fault line

i have no more words for you. i have none other but a rainstorm of tears— the excruciating truth they so well represent. it was required for us to part, for peace to find room. you have gone your way, a little further with each day. it feels as though you find yourself to feel safe being away from me, and the mess i am— while living with burning anxiety that i will have to do the same. the middle keeps widening. it has done so for almost a year. more room has been made for what grace missed before, when i chose to expect from you what you didn’t be able to do. despite everything that assured that our love was for certain, we have had to find a divide. we will have to end up out there— away from each other’s paths.

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don’t take a breath. let it all fill within— let it in all at once contaminating it all, condensing the stall, converting the haul, considering the call, correlating to conclude. float with each word. feel the anxiety rush in, flush a blush from its flash, fulfill the ache on your face, fill the space, shade its pace. solve the case, aware of its place. become what you’re asked. let words invade your surface, cling to condensed, coded conclusions, it will be easier with each swallow; it will be smoother if you allow yourself to do other than wallow— keeping safe inside its indigo halo. transport your soul to the edge. translate each disposition’s pledge, telling tales of its trailing tributaries— conspicuously converging conceptions, fall ferociously fast forging fortifying forms love lavishingly ravishingly like loaded lava spreading unsparingly unapologetically tantalizing tastefully, tormenting treacheries… all for the pleasure of your imagination, alternate to living in ignorance’ damnation.

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Sep 21, 2025

Sep 21, 2025 at 9:36 PM UTC

how to read a poem

don’t take a breath. let it all fill within— let it in all at once contaminating it all, condensing the stall, converting the haul, considering the call, correlating to conclude. float with each word. feel the anxiety rush in, flush a blush from its flash, fulfill the ache on your face, fill the space, shade its pace. solve the case, aware of its place. become what you’re asked. let words invade your surface, cling to condensed, coded conclusions, it will be easier with each swallow; it will be smoother if you allow yourself to do other than wallow— keeping safe inside its indigo halo. transport your soul to the edge. translate each disposition’s pledge, telling tales of its trailing tributaries— conspicuously converging conceptions, fall ferociously fast forging fortifying forms love lavishingly ravishingly like loaded lava spreading unsparingly unapologetically tantalizing tastefully, tormenting treacheries… all for the pleasure of your imagination, alternate to living in ignorance’ damnation.

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my colour doesn’t fade it stiffens under the blaring sun, it sheds in winter’s cold embrace, little of it is given, grace, in a world fanatic of the brightest, little consideration for distinction, glory by separation, salvation derived from diversification, how evolution chose to make us all different. don’t tell me you don’t judge me by it, because your intentions have ensured every time the mirror will remind me little honour do i hold in your elevated, exclusive ego.

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Apr 2, 2025

Apr 2, 2025 at 4:41 PM UTC

contrast

my colour doesn’t fade it stiffens under the blaring sun, it sheds in winter’s cold embrace, little of it is given, grace, in a world fanatic of the brightest, little consideration for distinction, glory by separation, salvation derived from diversification, how evolution chose to make us all different. don’t tell me you don’t judge me by it, because your intentions have ensured every time the mirror will remind me little honour do i hold in your elevated, exclusive ego.

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i have a corner for myself a little crevice to feel safe thoughts and emotions dwell and swell fanatic explosions of genuine expressions of what’s inside, embalmed darkness. my little neural garden sunflowers, petals broaden her courage emanates; her glow has become my sun it would be nice, she be my own.

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Mar 31, 2025

Mar 31, 2025 at 5:03 PM UTC

Jupiter

i have a corner for myself a little crevice to feel safe thoughts and emotions dwell and swell fanatic explosions of genuine expressions of what’s inside, embalmed darkness. my little neural garden sunflowers, petals broaden her courage emanates; her glow has become my sun it would be nice, she be my own.

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you’re a spectacular spectator. your eyes are my gold. attention is what I seek, resounding the call of humanity, of all sentience, of the heart you read this with.

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Mar 25, 2025

Mar 25, 2025 at 5:13 PM UTC

say something

you’re a spectacular spectator. your eyes are my gold. attention is what I seek, resounding the call of humanity, of all sentience, of the heart you read this with.

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you keep telling me that you are not trying to be in love, yet your hand holds mine in contempt of your unshakeable truth, your adamant reservation to the alternative truth you are living.

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Mar 25, 2025

Mar 25, 2025 at 9:50 AM UTC

this love

you keep telling me that you are not trying to be in love, yet your hand holds mine in contempt of your unshakeable truth, your adamant reservation to the alternative truth you are living.

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our home is a fabric, it flows, disturbed, expressing single significance, our design’s anomalous magnificence— refined, reserved for the strongest soldiers. souls capable of sustaining injury, like rays that formulate nuclear fission, like blood rippling, dangerously feeding cells, it only seems rational to ride an absurd progression, galloping with the light, onto a future unimaginable— failure awaits assuredly, may success be closer.

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Mar 24, 2025

Mar 24, 2025 at 9:36 PM UTC

inevitable

our home is a fabric, it flows, disturbed, expressing single significance, our design’s anomalous magnificence— refined, reserved for the strongest soldiers. souls capable of sustaining injury, like rays that formulate nuclear fission, like blood rippling, dangerously feeding cells, it only seems rational to ride an absurd progression, galloping with the light, onto a future unimaginable— failure awaits assuredly, may success be closer.

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𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕙 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝𝕤 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕦𝕟𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕦𝕥, 𝕄𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 ℕ𝕒𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕠𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕. 𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕙 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝𝕤 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕒 𝕥𝕦𝕘, 𝕒 𝕡𝕦𝕝𝕝, 𝕒 𝕡𝕦𝕤𝕙 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕚𝕟𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕚𝕥𝕪. 𝕗𝕒𝕧𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕕𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕘𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤. 𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕙 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝𝕤 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕕, 𝕒n 𝕒𝕔𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨𝕝𝕖𝕕𝕘𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕕 𝕗𝕠𝕣, 𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕝𝕖𝕟𝕘𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕕 𝕓𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣-𝕖𝕩𝕡𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕖𝕩𝕡𝕒𝕟𝕤𝕖, 𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕚𝕟𝕗𝕝𝕒𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟, 𝕓𝕪 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖’𝕤 𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕛𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕟𝕖𝕪!

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Mar 24, 2025

Mar 24, 2025 at 7:31 AM UTC

fluctuations

𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕙 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝𝕤 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕦𝕟𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕦𝕥, 𝕄𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 ℕ𝕒𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕠𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕. 𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕙 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝𝕤 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕒 𝕥𝕦𝕘, 𝕒 𝕡𝕦𝕝𝕝, 𝕒 𝕡𝕦𝕤𝕙 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕚𝕟𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕚𝕥𝕪. 𝕗𝕒𝕧𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕕𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕘𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤. 𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕙 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝𝕤 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕕, 𝕒n 𝕒𝕔𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨𝕝𝕖𝕕𝕘𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕕 𝕗𝕠𝕣, 𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕝𝕖𝕟𝕘𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕕 𝕓𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣-𝕖𝕩𝕡𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕖𝕩𝕡𝕒𝕟𝕤𝕖, 𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕚𝕟𝕗𝕝𝕒𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟, 𝕓𝕪 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖’𝕤 𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕛𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕟𝕖𝕪!

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words of humble insight, shaded with anxious desperation, my plea showing unrivalled jealousy, seeking approval, sorting moments searching for a pat and or a pleasant praise of dexterity. you left me here stranded— these words wove me into a ball of fire, endlessly burning ashes, an obsolescence of essence, a dissolution of common sense.

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Mar 23, 2025

Mar 23, 2025 at 10:46 PM UTC

waiting

words of humble insight, shaded with anxious desperation, my plea showing unrivalled jealousy, seeking approval, sorting moments searching for a pat and or a pleasant praise of dexterity. you left me here stranded— these words wove me into a ball of fire, endlessly burning ashes, an obsolescence of essence, a dissolution of common sense.

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