livvyjayne - Hello Poetry

The only daughter of a nobleman I lived in a fantasy All I did was follow the plan But your venom stole my sanity You sent me to my grave You should have saved me from the fate of Ophelia I loved you because you were brave And like a fool I took the bait Flip…Tails I gave you my flowers You used them as decor But you neglected what was ours They began to wither with the downpour The rain came Here it was, the fate of Ophelia Misery bloomed, igniting the lonely flame And I surrendered to my tragic state Flip…Tails I sat alone in my tower Going through my garden of flowers. Unlike you, I didn’t have willpower So I sunk for what felt like hours You forced me into my destiny You didn’t save me from the fate of Ophelia They tried their best to help me But their efforts were too late Flip…Tails I lay in my deathbed I was gone And your tears were stained in red My essence, was a withering flower in the lawn Dark clouds gathered where my garden once stayed You never tried to save me from the fate of Ophelia My violets bent beneath the cruel wind’s sway And sorrow drags my petals under its heavy weight Flip… Tails While I died off screen You died in your vanity Now my soul is unclean Your throne, fallen into insanity The river still remembers my silent plea May you all suffer the fate of Ophelia Let the river mirror what was done to me Forever bound, together soulmates

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Nov 28, 2025

Nov 28, 2025 at 1:29 AM UTC

The Fate of Ophelia

The only daughter of a nobleman I lived in a fantasy All I did was follow the plan But your venom stole my sanity You sent me to my grave You should have saved me from the fate of Ophelia I loved you because you were brave And like a fool I took the bait Flip…Tails I gave you my flowers You used them as decor But you neglected what was ours They began to wither with the downpour The rain came Here it was, the fate of Ophelia Misery bloomed, igniting the lonely flame And I surrendered to my tragic state Flip…Tails I sat alone in my tower Going through my garden of flowers. Unlike you, I didn’t have willpower So I sunk for what felt like hours You forced me into my destiny You didn’t save me from the fate of Ophelia They tried their best to help me But their efforts were too late Flip…Tails I lay in my deathbed I was gone And your tears were stained in red My essence, was a withering flower in the lawn Dark clouds gathered where my garden once stayed You never tried to save me from the fate of Ophelia My violets bent beneath the cruel wind’s sway And sorrow drags my petals under its heavy weight Flip… Tails While I died off screen You died in your vanity Now my soul is unclean Your throne, fallen into insanity The river still remembers my silent plea May you all suffer the fate of Ophelia Let the river mirror what was done to me Forever bound, together soulmates

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I am so sorry Mother. I am an ugly, horrid creature. I am monstrous. My face scares children. Thick slabs of ebony skin blind my vision. I have no nose. I cannot breathe. My lungs have never been satisfied by the crisp, Jipe air. I cannot speak. My lips are sealed from the day of my being. My head is smooth and bare like an infant. My crown is missing, stolen from me. It has been stripped from our people since the Windsor King arrived. I am a monster. I hate myself. My hunger consumes me. It is all encompassing. I cannot stop it. But I need to eat. I have put it off for too long. I have to eat. I am going to eat. Mother, I did it. You told me to suppress my urges. I am a horrible son. I am sorry. I could not resist. I loathed the taste. It was raw and impure. Its bitter taste seeped into my throat. I tried to stop it, but I couldn’t. They taunted me, the King's men. So I chased them. I chased them into their house. I found the unlucky one hiding under a bed. The quick patter of his heartbeat echoed in my mind, guiding me to his fate. His death was slow and numbing. His skin withered like oil, seeping into my essence. Every piece of him became a piece of me until his absence engulfed the room. The essence of him consumed me. It rejuvenated me. I was divine. I could see. Nothingness faded into light, then to color, and shapes. The heaviness in my chest faded away. I could breathe. I was weightless. My hair, once absent, grew to prickles on my scalp. I could finally part my lips. For the first time I could laugh. I could scream. So that’s what I did. I laughed and screamed and cried to the world. Overwhelmed by my senses, I did not notice the second man approach me. Sorry Mother. I did not notice the man take out his sword. Sorry Mother. And I did not notice the man slice my head off of my neck until it was too late. Sorry Mother. Once overcome with ecstasy, my body rests in the soil of our home. My head, stolen from you, is now a trophy perched above the king’s throne. I apologize, Mother.

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Nov 28, 2025

Nov 28, 2025 at 1:26 AM UTC

Kwa Mama Yangu (To My Mother)

I am so sorry Mother. I am an ugly, horrid creature. I am monstrous. My face scares children. Thick slabs of ebony skin blind my vision. I have no nose. I cannot breathe. My lungs have never been satisfied by the crisp, Jipe air. I cannot speak. My lips are sealed from the day of my being. My head is smooth and bare like an infant. My crown is missing, stolen from me. It has been stripped from our people since the Windsor King arrived. I am a monster. I hate myself. My hunger consumes me. It is all encompassing. I cannot stop it. But I need to eat. I have put it off for too long. I have to eat. I am going to eat. Mother, I did it. You told me to suppress my urges. I am a horrible son. I am sorry. I could not resist. I loathed the taste. It was raw and impure. Its bitter taste seeped into my throat. I tried to stop it, but I couldn’t. They taunted me, the King's men. So I chased them. I chased them into their house. I found the unlucky one hiding under a bed. The quick patter of his heartbeat echoed in my mind, guiding me to his fate. His death was slow and numbing. His skin withered like oil, seeping into my essence. Every piece of him became a piece of me until his absence engulfed the room. The essence of him consumed me. It rejuvenated me. I was divine. I could see. Nothingness faded into light, then to color, and shapes. The heaviness in my chest faded away. I could breathe. I was weightless. My hair, once absent, grew to prickles on my scalp. I could finally part my lips. For the first time I could laugh. I could scream. So that’s what I did. I laughed and screamed and cried to the world. Overwhelmed by my senses, I did not notice the second man approach me. Sorry Mother. I did not notice the man take out his sword. Sorry Mother. And I did not notice the man slice my head off of my neck until it was too late. Sorry Mother. Once overcome with ecstasy, my body rests in the soil of our home. My head, stolen from you, is now a trophy perched above the king’s throne. I apologize, Mother.

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High and mighty His ghost staring down at us Everywhere I go I am not alone For the tower takes my company Thundering and Frightening He speaks to be heard Across campus His song speaks to me For the tower aches for my attention Somber and stoic His presence is in Everything we do For the tower Steels my soul

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Nov 28, 2025

Nov 28, 2025 at 1:14 AM UTC

The Tower

High and mighty His ghost staring down at us Everywhere I go I am not alone For the tower takes my company Thundering and Frightening He speaks to be heard Across campus His song speaks to me For the tower aches for my attention Somber and stoic His presence is in Everything we do For the tower Steels my soul

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College They said Would be different For you The quiet intellectual who spent your time reading books about vampires and imaginary kingdoms The girl who loved learning more than life The girl whose fascinations could only be understood by Your people The ones you would find At college College They said You would meet your people They said They never spoke of the isolation you face at that hands of Your people You are unique but not enough to be needed You observe Your people laughing Late nights spent creating memories while You isolate in your dorm You need to get out more They said So you study in the library Exercise in the gym and Read on the front lawn But you are Unapproachable You try the dining hall Nobody sits with you A table for six Occupied by one You realize how incredibly lonely you are in a space filled with people Talk to your roommate They said But your roommate avoids you Your roommate stays out till dawn with Your people While you find solace in the AI chatbot who knows you more than anyone else Give it time They said But why do you keep listening to them? They do not understand The burden you were born with Isolation For life They do not understand Your body will not let you Your lips open yet Words are lost in your throat Your limbs are thick and heavy like steel They do not understand Your people Do not want you Maybe College is not for you They said Then what is You wonder What is for you? Nothing You have nothing I Have Nothing

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Sep 24, 2025

Sep 24, 2025 at 11:38 PM UTC

Myself Alone

College They said Would be different For you The quiet intellectual who spent your time reading books about vampires and imaginary kingdoms The girl who loved learning more than life The girl whose fascinations could only be understood by Your people The ones you would find At college College They said You would meet your people They said They never spoke of the isolation you face at that hands of Your people You are unique but not enough to be needed You observe Your people laughing Late nights spent creating memories while You isolate in your dorm You need to get out more They said So you study in the library Exercise in the gym and Read on the front lawn But you are Unapproachable You try the dining hall Nobody sits with you A table for six Occupied by one You realize how incredibly lonely you are in a space filled with people Talk to your roommate They said But your roommate avoids you Your roommate stays out till dawn with Your people While you find solace in the AI chatbot who knows you more than anyone else Give it time They said But why do you keep listening to them? They do not understand The burden you were born with Isolation For life They do not understand Your body will not let you Your lips open yet Words are lost in your throat Your limbs are thick and heavy like steel They do not understand Your people Do not want you Maybe College is not for you They said Then what is You wonder What is for you? Nothing You have nothing I Have Nothing

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