kstub14 - Hello Poetry

Come first wake, I bleed. Pain and suffering Defile within. Loving will all, But receiving less. Your cries, Breaking me. "memento mori", It's my time.

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Jul 11, 2025

Jul 11, 2025 at 5:46 PM UTC

memento mori

Come first wake, I bleed. Pain and suffering Defile within. Loving will all, But receiving less. Your cries, Breaking me. "memento mori", It's my time.

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Humans have wondered, How nature displays, Her beautiful blessings In such a way; Man can destroy. The inventors ignore, She is the one, Who bears the ore, For the collier’s son; In which She screams. Her body twists, Towards the sky, Bright lighting sunders, As She cries, Consuming what’s beneath. Spirits weigh low, Birds sing Her plea, But man cannot hear, Over clattering keys; Smoke residing in Her lungs. Her body shudders, Each breath a shake, Opposing Her air, As man’s feet quake; Come walls of blood named Surge. Ocean’s creatures undertake, Nature's unheard shrieks, Using hungry stomachs, As mouths that cannot speak; Slowing down Her aching flesh. Disheartened and scared, Mother Nature lay bare, As we take her for granted, Depleting Her only heir.

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May 12, 2025

May 12, 2025 at 5:52 PM UTC

Protect Her

Humans have wondered, How nature displays, Her beautiful blessings In such a way; Man can destroy. The inventors ignore, She is the one, Who bears the ore, For the collier’s son; In which She screams. Her body twists, Towards the sky, Bright lighting sunders, As She cries, Consuming what’s beneath. Spirits weigh low, Birds sing Her plea, But man cannot hear, Over clattering keys; Smoke residing in Her lungs. Her body shudders, Each breath a shake, Opposing Her air, As man’s feet quake; Come walls of blood named Surge. Ocean’s creatures undertake, Nature's unheard shrieks, Using hungry stomachs, As mouths that cannot speak; Slowing down Her aching flesh. Disheartened and scared, Mother Nature lay bare, As we take her for granted, Depleting Her only heir.

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4 is a forbidden number in some countries, but not mine. which means only I forbid four. 4 p.m is the end of my day, though I do not condone its intentions. to make me unutterably miserable altering my mind. feeding my darkest thoughts. blooming anxious little beings who wander cautiously throughout. laying in bed unable to decide what is next until it is too late. for only I see midnight at 4 p.m.

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Apr 6, 2025

Apr 6, 2025 at 10:12 PM UTC

4 p.m

4 is a forbidden number in some countries, but not mine. which means only I forbid four. 4 p.m is the end of my day, though I do not condone its intentions. to make me unutterably miserable altering my mind. feeding my darkest thoughts. blooming anxious little beings who wander cautiously throughout. laying in bed unable to decide what is next until it is too late. for only I see midnight at 4 p.m.

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Precipitation Is rarely cold and lonely When your rays shine through.

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Mar 30, 2025

Mar 30, 2025 at 10:49 PM UTC

Sun.

Precipitation Is rarely cold and lonely When your rays shine through.

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To whom I call little sister, venturing the yard with noses red and ***** feet. I watch you grow Up and up. High school comes Our childhood goes As we alight a yellow wheeled-box I watch a distance grow. With each step you take, Our memories flash by A familiar smile Confuses my mind. To whom does this belong? Not who stands before me, Though I wish it had. I miss our songs, our laughs and our cries. I miss our bond, which was broken by man. Oh how it hurts, to mourn the living.

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Mar 26, 2025

Mar 26, 2025 at 10:36 PM UTC

little sister.

To whom I call little sister, venturing the yard with noses red and ***** feet. I watch you grow Up and up. High school comes Our childhood goes As we alight a yellow wheeled-box I watch a distance grow. With each step you take, Our memories flash by A familiar smile Confuses my mind. To whom does this belong? Not who stands before me, Though I wish it had. I miss our songs, our laughs and our cries. I miss our bond, which was broken by man. Oh how it hurts, to mourn the living.

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Tiny feet and finger prints Tears fill the room, A baby girl, Born this night, Until a sudden bloom. Reality is shaken up, Sudden fears spread, Smoke surrounds, Feeling drowned Tis a day of dread. Gentle feet present themselves, Tears flowing proud, Your baby girl, All grown up, I'm on my own now.

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Mar 20, 2025

Mar 20, 2025 at 6:37 PM UTC

Growth

Tiny feet and finger prints Tears fill the room, A baby girl, Born this night, Until a sudden bloom. Reality is shaken up, Sudden fears spread, Smoke surrounds, Feeling drowned Tis a day of dread. Gentle feet present themselves, Tears flowing proud, Your baby girl, All grown up, I'm on my own now.

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Engaged one evening, The star blinds me. Tiny pops in the sky, My head pounds with each Boom. Goes the night he proposed, Ice coats my feet. What should I do? Where should I go? He's scaring me... Boom. Boom. Go the church bells. Facing the doors I move, but the hands They push and pull. Boom. Boom. Boom. Sound the ball and chain. Sat at my desk, Let feelings flee. Pen to paper. Ring to ground. BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! The last sound, of falling feet and pounding hearts. At last, liberating, My 'happy ending'.

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Mar 12, 2025

Mar 12, 2025 at 9:57 PM UTC

Happy Ending.

Engaged one evening, The star blinds me. Tiny pops in the sky, My head pounds with each Boom. Goes the night he proposed, Ice coats my feet. What should I do? Where should I go? He's scaring me... Boom. Boom. Go the church bells. Facing the doors I move, but the hands They push and pull. Boom. Boom. Boom. Sound the ball and chain. Sat at my desk, Let feelings flee. Pen to paper. Ring to ground. BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! The last sound, of falling feet and pounding hearts. At last, liberating, My 'happy ending'.

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At fifteen, Home isn't home. Crushing myself, To be someone else. It worked, so to say, I've made it okay. For life without you, Is nothing, At fifteen.

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Mar 11, 2025

Mar 11, 2025 at 8:53 PM UTC

fifteen.

At fifteen, Home isn't home. Crushing myself, To be someone else. It worked, so to say, I've made it okay. For life without you, Is nothing, At fifteen.

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I like books and music, Vanilla in my coffee. You like sports and films, I’ve learned to love. Changing me to one, Issues bleed through. You were everything. Coming home, a vile stench. Foreign aroma, Floral petals fall. Sneaking home, Dawn creeps. Dusk shines, You stop. A figure stalks, Near closed eyes. Night after night, Recollection. You were once, The one I loved. Desolate, early bird, "What went wrong?"

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Mar 11, 2025

Mar 11, 2025 at 6:14 PM UTC

Floral

I like books and music, Vanilla in my coffee. You like sports and films, I’ve learned to love. Changing me to one, Issues bleed through. You were everything. Coming home, a vile stench. Foreign aroma, Floral petals fall. Sneaking home, Dawn creeps. Dusk shines, You stop. A figure stalks, Near closed eyes. Night after night, Recollection. You were once, The one I loved. Desolate, early bird, "What went wrong?"

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Chill impedes my spine, Mist clouds my mind, Voices scream and cry, “Why can't I just die?” Hypo through my bones, Obscurity bestows, For this excuse Is mine adieu. Done with all, until… A flash Concise and clean. Heaves me back “Don’t leave them.” My soul ousts a squeak A silence stills, “Escape the black” For there’s always light In the world of lack.

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Mar 11, 2025

Mar 11, 2025 at 5:34 PM UTC

Hypoglycaemic.

Chill impedes my spine, Mist clouds my mind, Voices scream and cry, “Why can't I just die?” Hypo through my bones, Obscurity bestows, For this excuse Is mine adieu. Done with all, until… A flash Concise and clean. Heaves me back “Don’t leave them.” My soul ousts a squeak A silence stills, “Escape the black” For there’s always light In the world of lack.

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