kickingkek363 - Hello Poetry

thoughts slipping down my face like strawberry sorbet in the summer heat thoughts sticky on my hands lemon and lime sour and sweet all the paper in the world wouldn't be able to stop it from slipping off my tongue just more words i will learn to regret later maybe if i learned to keep my mouth shut thoughts again, torturing me i barely have enough time to write them down before they go slipping away again like summer like peach sorbet i can taste them now the flavors i can feel it the wooden boardwalk beneath my feet the sand in my hair i can see it the ocean but when i look out my window all i see are trees wet from the monsoon that hit us all so suddenly thoughts don't need punctuation or capital letters they just need empty paper and a dull pencil sorbet doesn't need punctuation doesn't even need summer though, it is better when the sun is beating down and the asphalt is hot enough to burn our bare feet thoughts killing me slowly because overthinking is better than overeating and i'm so scared that they will all leave me especially her she scares me because there isn't a thing i can do if she decides i am no longer worth her time thoughts sweet sour sticky slipping just like sorbet what can you do when the world feels like it's slipping through your fingers melting like sorbet under the hot summer sun

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Dec 1, 2025

Dec 1, 2025 at 9:17 PM UTC

sorbet

thoughts slipping down my face like strawberry sorbet in the summer heat thoughts sticky on my hands lemon and lime sour and sweet all the paper in the world wouldn't be able to stop it from slipping off my tongue just more words i will learn to regret later maybe if i learned to keep my mouth shut thoughts again, torturing me i barely have enough time to write them down before they go slipping away again like summer like peach sorbet i can taste them now the flavors i can feel it the wooden boardwalk beneath my feet the sand in my hair i can see it the ocean but when i look out my window all i see are trees wet from the monsoon that hit us all so suddenly thoughts don't need punctuation or capital letters they just need empty paper and a dull pencil sorbet doesn't need punctuation doesn't even need summer though, it is better when the sun is beating down and the asphalt is hot enough to burn our bare feet thoughts killing me slowly because overthinking is better than overeating and i'm so scared that they will all leave me especially her she scares me because there isn't a thing i can do if she decides i am no longer worth her time thoughts sweet sour sticky slipping just like sorbet what can you do when the world feels like it's slipping through your fingers melting like sorbet under the hot summer sun

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a fresh start i haven't had one of those in a while after being insulted told my poetry was not art i could use a fresh start such an amazing site not social media, not quite, which was what she said i needed well, susan, maybe you need social media. maybe poetry isn't your thing. i call myself a poet that is a large title to carry around, especially since i am so young i wonder why people talk to me as if i am nothing more than some piece of trash, littered on the side of the road. so i give myself a thing many people give themselves, a fresh start. my poetry was something many enjoyed and i will decide if it is necessary to post it here not susan susan a stranger i don't know, i mean, really know anyone by this name susan is just a person out there in the world who judges people by the words they write and insults them with the same words just in a different order. i'm sure it would be quite difficult to have my account put "on hold" stupid i published a funny conversation that i had with my poet friend it was about writing and sleep or the lack of sleep and spelling mistakes nothing bad, i don't think nothing inappropriate, but i am not one to judge that i guess i wrote some poems about the way i felt because as a poet as a human with rights, i have feelings and sometimes they feel too big but susan said it wasn't poetic so susan this is to you because it doesn't have a rhythm or a specific structure let alone correct punctuation or spelling so, here it is susan

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Nov 25, 2025

Nov 25, 2025 at 1:26 AM UTC

fresh start

a fresh start i haven't had one of those in a while after being insulted told my poetry was not art i could use a fresh start such an amazing site not social media, not quite, which was what she said i needed well, susan, maybe you need social media. maybe poetry isn't your thing. i call myself a poet that is a large title to carry around, especially since i am so young i wonder why people talk to me as if i am nothing more than some piece of trash, littered on the side of the road. so i give myself a thing many people give themselves, a fresh start. my poetry was something many enjoyed and i will decide if it is necessary to post it here not susan susan a stranger i don't know, i mean, really know anyone by this name susan is just a person out there in the world who judges people by the words they write and insults them with the same words just in a different order. i'm sure it would be quite difficult to have my account put "on hold" stupid i published a funny conversation that i had with my poet friend it was about writing and sleep or the lack of sleep and spelling mistakes nothing bad, i don't think nothing inappropriate, but i am not one to judge that i guess i wrote some poems about the way i felt because as a poet as a human with rights, i have feelings and sometimes they feel too big but susan said it wasn't poetic so susan this is to you because it doesn't have a rhythm or a specific structure let alone correct punctuation or spelling so, here it is susan

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Limerence: A strong infatuation with the desire for reciprocation of one’s feelings. Tuesday 2:35 pm Today was the first time I noticed how your eyes changed color, Ever so slightly, when the sun shone into them. You squint those hazel eyes towards me And I feel something I thought I wouldn’t feel again. You told me you liked science class today, Is it because of me? Or is it because you get to play football when you finish your work? Do you notice that I sat next to you today? Or when I ignored my friends, just because you were talking to me? Wednesday 11:01 am You are suddenly very interested in talking to your old friend Who so happens to have a locker close to mine. Was it all a coincidence? Is this all just a small joke the universe is telling me? Your hair is always so perfect. God, when did you become so important? How did your smile become all I talked about at lunch? Did you notice when I stood by your table longer, when I heated up my food? Thursday 9:03 am You looked at me differently today. I couldn't help but feel nervous; my stomach was doing flips. Your smile made me want to cry and laugh and feel your arms around me, all at once. I felt so warm and happy, but so scared Math class hit different when you touched my hand, helping me answer a difficult question. I couldn't stop touching that one spot. I kept the pencil you used. I still have it. Do you get it yet? Friday 6:43 pm I am crying again, Scared this will happen more often. You didn't talk to me today. Don't you see how much this hurts me? I type furiously to my friends, Do you talk to your friends about me? I’m starting to doubt you do. You brushed past me, but did it affect you like it affected me? Saturday 11:11 pm I woke up today, and you had crossed my mind. I smiled then, but now I'm wondering why I thought of you. I'm almost angry with myself How could I let this happen? I heard your favorite song on the radio today. I knew all the lyrics, And I thought of you, clearly. Do you think of me? Sunday 4:12 pm I saw you sitting in the front of your dad's rusty blue van I was on my way to the grocery store with my mom, And I looked up at the stoplight for a second, just in time to catch a glimpse. I'm so glad I did. I see you every time I see that intersection now. I look for that van everywhere now, I wonder if you'd look for me too. Do you look for me too? Monday 3:41 pm Isn't it crazy that we both like the same band? You talk like the band leader. I think I like that. We stop talking as soon as the football was thrown your way You immediately ran away, yelling and cheering. I can’t help but smile as you look at me, When I have the football, you always run far, You know, you believe, I can throw it that far, You tap your head, telling me to throw it to you in the way I've always found funny. Tuesday 12:23 It’s been a month since I started to like you, A month of uncertainty, A month of obsession, I don’t want it to end. You seem distant, As though talking to me is betraying someone else. I try to talk to you, and I fail each time. Maybe you just wanted to play football in science all along. “I’m sorry,” My heart screams out. I’m sorry for whatever I did wrong. Wednesday 3:53 am I can't sleep I can't think I can't breathe What are you doing to me? I try to be everything for you, I changed everything And it still wasn't enough. Why am I not enough? Thursday 4:29 am I realize why you never remembered anything about me. It's because you never even cared. Charlotte? I should’ve known all along. She gave you her bracelet yesterday. I thought she was just being nice. Your best friend told me after math. You sat so far away from me, Almost like I was the plague. What did I do to deserve this? Friday 10:30 pm I. Can't. breathe. Tears stain my pillows. Oh, I wish I were her. She gets the person I begged for. All I wanted was a chance. I should've seen this coming. Please One. Last. Chance. Capitulate: To surrender, admit defeat. Monday 10:38 am You finally talk to me after two months. We sit in science class, and you refuse to play football with your friends, To talk to me. You open a wound that was barely healing. Right before I almost forgot everything about you, You walked me to my locker and held the door to my locker. Even though it really didn't need holding. Tuesday 4:53 pm I thought Charlotte was your whole world. I heard you kissed her at the homecoming football game. It hurt, but I should be happy for you, Even though I wanted it to be me. Something has changed with you. You actually text me first now You tell me that Charlotte won’t know. Wednesday 2:00 I can’t help but feel a little guilty For almost being closer to you than your own girlfriend. I tell myself that you can’t help who you hang out with, I tell myself this is all okay. You start to touch my arm in class, and I practically melt. Your friend jokingly asks if we’re dating, You look away, you don't respond. Thursday 11:39 pm We called until you fell asleep tonight, And now I sit here, staring at the screen, Wondering what I did to deserve you, to get you back. I'm so glad you chose to come back. You made me giggle on the call, All because you told me a stupid calculus joke. You smiled when I laughed. I melted again. Friday 7:04 am You texted me good morning today. Asked me if we could hang out, Maybe, I told you. You don't know that I changed all my plans just to make it work You tell me that we will sneak away from the football game. We will go get junk food and slurpees from the gas station. I've never been more excited. Saturday 9:42 am You called me seven times, Asking if I wanted to come watch your little brother play soccer, You said it would be fun, that your brother wants me there. Does he, or do you? I say yes. I'm excited, You tell me to hurry, it's going to start soon. Sunday 12:53 I can’t remember a single minute when I'm not thinking about you. I started to secretly text you under the dinner table, I never want you to leave me. I know we are just friends, but it wasn’t a coincidence that you called me pretty last night. I start to forget that you are dating Charlotte. We talk about what we want in a relationship, but you don’t seem to bring her up anymore. I'm guilty, scared I might ruin it for her. Monday 1:12 You're sitting with me at lunch, You gave me your bread roll. I know how much you like the bread rolls, It's kind of silly, but it means a lot. You rode my bus today, You stopped riding it a while ago, now you're back But you say it's more convenient. I like it. Tuesday 6:07 pm You send me texts all the time now. Little things, like a song that made you think of me, Or pictures of me and the sunset. I can't believe you like me… You made a playlist for me. It has all of our favorite songs. The first one is "Brown Eyed Girl." Wednesday 7:31 pm You never told me that you liked me, But the way you wrote a heart by my name Told me everything I needed to know. Everyone tells me they can tell just by the way you look at me. You tell me I’m absolutely perfect at lunch. I try to ignore the urges to kiss you right then and there. I think Charlotte notices how distant you’ve been. Thursday 9:23 am You smile at me. I'm talking, making plans for this weekend. You brush a strand of hair out of my eyes, Then I feel it. Your soft grasp on my face, your lips touch mine. Time freezes, and everything finally feels perfect. All this time I spent daydreaming It's actually happening… Friday 7:53 am I don’t realize what I’ve truly done to you until today. Charlotte comes to school, crying. You hold her tight in your arms. She’s your girlfriend, not me Did you mean all those things you said to me? You stare at me with empty eyes, like it was my fault. You were the one who kissed me first, after all. It’s fine, I’ll take the blame. As long as you’re happy. Saturday 10:45 I wake up, grasping tightly to my pillow, and check my phone, Nothing. You haven’t texted in two months. It was all a dream. We were never going to work. I feel a tear slip down my cheek. My chest heaves. Why? I can't breathe. It was all too real. Anguish: A state of great suffering of the body and mind.

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Nov 24, 2025

Nov 24, 2025 at 9:18 PM UTC

Limerence (Full)

Limerence: A strong infatuation with the desire for reciprocation of one’s feelings. Tuesday 2:35 pm Today was the first time I noticed how your eyes changed color, Ever so slightly, when the sun shone into them. You squint those hazel eyes towards me And I feel something I thought I wouldn’t feel again. You told me you liked science class today, Is it because of me? Or is it because you get to play football when you finish your work? Do you notice that I sat next to you today? Or when I ignored my friends, just because you were talking to me? Wednesday 11:01 am You are suddenly very interested in talking to your old friend Who so happens to have a locker close to mine. Was it all a coincidence? Is this all just a small joke the universe is telling me? Your hair is always so perfect. God, when did you become so important? How did your smile become all I talked about at lunch? Did you notice when I stood by your table longer, when I heated up my food? Thursday 9:03 am You looked at me differently today. I couldn't help but feel nervous; my stomach was doing flips. Your smile made me want to cry and laugh and feel your arms around me, all at once. I felt so warm and happy, but so scared Math class hit different when you touched my hand, helping me answer a difficult question. I couldn't stop touching that one spot. I kept the pencil you used. I still have it. Do you get it yet? Friday 6:43 pm I am crying again, Scared this will happen more often. You didn't talk to me today. Don't you see how much this hurts me? I type furiously to my friends, Do you talk to your friends about me? I’m starting to doubt you do. You brushed past me, but did it affect you like it affected me? Saturday 11:11 pm I woke up today, and you had crossed my mind. I smiled then, but now I'm wondering why I thought of you. I'm almost angry with myself How could I let this happen? I heard your favorite song on the radio today. I knew all the lyrics, And I thought of you, clearly. Do you think of me? Sunday 4:12 pm I saw you sitting in the front of your dad's rusty blue van I was on my way to the grocery store with my mom, And I looked up at the stoplight for a second, just in time to catch a glimpse. I'm so glad I did. I see you every time I see that intersection now. I look for that van everywhere now, I wonder if you'd look for me too. Do you look for me too? Monday 3:41 pm Isn't it crazy that we both like the same band? You talk like the band leader. I think I like that. We stop talking as soon as the football was thrown your way You immediately ran away, yelling and cheering. I can’t help but smile as you look at me, When I have the football, you always run far, You know, you believe, I can throw it that far, You tap your head, telling me to throw it to you in the way I've always found funny. Tuesday 12:23 It’s been a month since I started to like you, A month of uncertainty, A month of obsession, I don’t want it to end. You seem distant, As though talking to me is betraying someone else. I try to talk to you, and I fail each time. Maybe you just wanted to play football in science all along. “I’m sorry,” My heart screams out. I’m sorry for whatever I did wrong. Wednesday 3:53 am I can't sleep I can't think I can't breathe What are you doing to me? I try to be everything for you, I changed everything And it still wasn't enough. Why am I not enough? Thursday 4:29 am I realize why you never remembered anything about me. It's because you never even cared. Charlotte? I should’ve known all along. She gave you her bracelet yesterday. I thought she was just being nice. Your best friend told me after math. You sat so far away from me, Almost like I was the plague. What did I do to deserve this? Friday 10:30 pm I. Can't. breathe. Tears stain my pillows. Oh, I wish I were her. She gets the person I begged for. All I wanted was a chance. I should've seen this coming. Please One. Last. Chance. Capitulate: To surrender, admit defeat. Monday 10:38 am You finally talk to me after two months. We sit in science class, and you refuse to play football with your friends, To talk to me. You open a wound that was barely healing. Right before I almost forgot everything about you, You walked me to my locker and held the door to my locker. Even though it really didn't need holding. Tuesday 4:53 pm I thought Charlotte was your whole world. I heard you kissed her at the homecoming football game. It hurt, but I should be happy for you, Even though I wanted it to be me. Something has changed with you. You actually text me first now You tell me that Charlotte won’t know. Wednesday 2:00 I can’t help but feel a little guilty For almost being closer to you than your own girlfriend. I tell myself that you can’t help who you hang out with, I tell myself this is all okay. You start to touch my arm in class, and I practically melt. Your friend jokingly asks if we’re dating, You look away, you don't respond. Thursday 11:39 pm We called until you fell asleep tonight, And now I sit here, staring at the screen, Wondering what I did to deserve you, to get you back. I'm so glad you chose to come back. You made me giggle on the call, All because you told me a stupid calculus joke. You smiled when I laughed. I melted again. Friday 7:04 am You texted me good morning today. Asked me if we could hang out, Maybe, I told you. You don't know that I changed all my plans just to make it work You tell me that we will sneak away from the football game. We will go get junk food and slurpees from the gas station. I've never been more excited. Saturday 9:42 am You called me seven times, Asking if I wanted to come watch your little brother play soccer, You said it would be fun, that your brother wants me there. Does he, or do you? I say yes. I'm excited, You tell me to hurry, it's going to start soon. Sunday 12:53 I can’t remember a single minute when I'm not thinking about you. I started to secretly text you under the dinner table, I never want you to leave me. I know we are just friends, but it wasn’t a coincidence that you called me pretty last night. I start to forget that you are dating Charlotte. We talk about what we want in a relationship, but you don’t seem to bring her up anymore. I'm guilty, scared I might ruin it for her. Monday 1:12 You're sitting with me at lunch, You gave me your bread roll. I know how much you like the bread rolls, It's kind of silly, but it means a lot. You rode my bus today, You stopped riding it a while ago, now you're back But you say it's more convenient. I like it. Tuesday 6:07 pm You send me texts all the time now. Little things, like a song that made you think of me, Or pictures of me and the sunset. I can't believe you like me… You made a playlist for me. It has all of our favorite songs. The first one is "Brown Eyed Girl." Wednesday 7:31 pm You never told me that you liked me, But the way you wrote a heart by my name Told me everything I needed to know. Everyone tells me they can tell just by the way you look at me. You tell me I’m absolutely perfect at lunch. I try to ignore the urges to kiss you right then and there. I think Charlotte notices how distant you’ve been. Thursday 9:23 am You smile at me. I'm talking, making plans for this weekend. You brush a strand of hair out of my eyes, Then I feel it. Your soft grasp on my face, your lips touch mine. Time freezes, and everything finally feels perfect. All this time I spent daydreaming It's actually happening… Friday 7:53 am I don’t realize what I’ve truly done to you until today. Charlotte comes to school, crying. You hold her tight in your arms. She’s your girlfriend, not me Did you mean all those things you said to me? You stare at me with empty eyes, like it was my fault. You were the one who kissed me first, after all. It’s fine, I’ll take the blame. As long as you’re happy. Saturday 10:45 I wake up, grasping tightly to my pillow, and check my phone, Nothing. You haven’t texted in two months. It was all a dream. We were never going to work. I feel a tear slip down my cheek. My chest heaves. Why? I can't breathe. It was all too real. Anguish: A state of great suffering of the body and mind.

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