maagda111 - Hello Poetry

Along the stranded shore, I walk. Lost as a newborn, torn from its mother’s **** The wind cuts through air like a million blades. I feel nothing. Miles stretch before me— no answers, no footprints in the sand to follow. I walk alone, where a woman the likes of me has never walked. Shells scatter at my feet as I step toward the incepting fog. Could they hold the answers? Could they keep a secret?

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Mar 24, 2025

Mar 24, 2025 at 10:57 AM UTC

Answers

Along the stranded shore, I walk. Lost as a newborn, torn from its mother’s **** The wind cuts through air like a million blades. I feel nothing. Miles stretch before me— no answers, no footprints in the sand to follow. I walk alone, where a woman the likes of me has never walked. Shells scatter at my feet as I step toward the incepting fog. Could they hold the answers? Could they keep a secret?

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The flowers inside my head eating away at the decaying thoughts. I hear them when it’s just quiet enough – gorging. Oh Mother, I’m fixing your mistakes. You and me – made from the same two pillars: dependency and suffering. I tear them down softly, slowly – shedding what I have seen, like a snake peeling its skin. Everything I have ever known, collapsing around me, leaving things I have loved covered in ash – my own Pompeii. But I’ll make my own way out of these rotten bricks. That is my promise to you – and myself.

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Feb 17, 2025

Feb 17, 2025 at 4:39 PM UTC

Pompeii's Bloom

The flowers inside my head eating away at the decaying thoughts. I hear them when it’s just quiet enough – gorging. Oh Mother, I’m fixing your mistakes. You and me – made from the same two pillars: dependency and suffering. I tear them down softly, slowly – shedding what I have seen, like a snake peeling its skin. Everything I have ever known, collapsing around me, leaving things I have loved covered in ash – my own Pompeii. But I’ll make my own way out of these rotten bricks. That is my promise to you – and myself.

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I hide my pretty words inside a shell. Safe and far away from prying eyes – thoughts and desires, carefully constructed to never see the light of day, never feel the warmth of human connection. For this is all too raw, too fragile. Words painfully crafted – containing the chaos inside. If people only knew, what I was hiding, I’d have to tear open my body, remove the pearl for all to see. My flesh exposed – consumed, my core, paraded around necks. And I’d be tossed away into the waters of my suffering, to create more precious gems. At the end, when I am too tired for it all, clutched by the fingers of grief, all that shall be left of me – a shell, forced to adorn the walls of strangers’ homes. Just as so many mother of pearls, who’ve came before me.

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Nov 16, 2024

Nov 16, 2024 at 2:40 PM UTC

Oh, Mother of Pearl

I hide my pretty words inside a shell. Safe and far away from prying eyes – thoughts and desires, carefully constructed to never see the light of day, never feel the warmth of human connection. For this is all too raw, too fragile. Words painfully crafted – containing the chaos inside. If people only knew, what I was hiding, I’d have to tear open my body, remove the pearl for all to see. My flesh exposed – consumed, my core, paraded around necks. And I’d be tossed away into the waters of my suffering, to create more precious gems. At the end, when I am too tired for it all, clutched by the fingers of grief, all that shall be left of me – a shell, forced to adorn the walls of strangers’ homes. Just as so many mother of pearls, who’ve came before me.

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The moon comes to me, at once with melancholy. Like old friends.

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Nov 14, 2024

Nov 14, 2024 at 9:05 AM UTC

Old companions

The moon comes to me, at once with melancholy. Like old friends.

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Suddenly it was November. And it felt like the chance to be happy was lost. Shriveled and fragile, as the slowly rotting leaves still clinging to trees.

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Nov 13, 2024

Nov 13, 2024 at 2:52 PM UTC

Lost in November

Suddenly it was November. And it felt like the chance to be happy was lost. Shriveled and fragile, as the slowly rotting leaves still clinging to trees.

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Your embrace, a place sculpted just for me. Your scent, intoxicating – I breathe you in like spring air. The warmth of your body, the beating of your heart – I’m finally home. You whisper pretty things in my ear, and I feel precious – like a diamond in the making. Before, a few ordinary atoms – now a treasure, made by the strong grasp of your love. For just like a jewel, I would feel safest, hung from your neck – forever by your side.

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Nov 12, 2024

Nov 12, 2024 at 3:04 PM UTC

L.

Your embrace, a place sculpted just for me. Your scent, intoxicating – I breathe you in like spring air. The warmth of your body, the beating of your heart – I’m finally home. You whisper pretty things in my ear, and I feel precious – like a diamond in the making. Before, a few ordinary atoms – now a treasure, made by the strong grasp of your love. For just like a jewel, I would feel safest, hung from your neck – forever by your side.

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I am comfortable inside my head, invisible borders, self-imposed rules. They keep me safe. An illusion of security. But when the walls inevitably close in on me, there’s nowhere to run. Trapped inside this fragile paper cage. Nothing keeps me in, yet everything does.

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Nov 12, 2024

Nov 12, 2024 at 7:13 AM UTC

Paper Cage

I am comfortable inside my head, invisible borders, self-imposed rules. They keep me safe. An illusion of security. But when the walls inevitably close in on me, there’s nowhere to run. Trapped inside this fragile paper cage. Nothing keeps me in, yet everything does.

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I am my father’s daughter. His blood flows in mine. I feel the cursed liquid run through my body, with every beat of my heart. It’s like gasoline, slowly poisoning me – as it did to him. My clock reminds me, with every tick – “Not much time left!” There is no escape. The enemy is inside me, hunting me down – just another fallen soul in his way. I watch myself in the mirror, my father’s face looks back at me. I hate what I see, just as much as I hate him. But he was just a child once too. Feeling the same poison run, through his fragile body. I pity him. But I do not forgive.

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Nov 11, 2024

Nov 11, 2024 at 1:39 PM UTC

The Curse

I am my father’s daughter. His blood flows in mine. I feel the cursed liquid run through my body, with every beat of my heart. It’s like gasoline, slowly poisoning me – as it did to him. My clock reminds me, with every tick – “Not much time left!” There is no escape. The enemy is inside me, hunting me down – just another fallen soul in his way. I watch myself in the mirror, my father’s face looks back at me. I hate what I see, just as much as I hate him. But he was just a child once too. Feeling the same poison run, through his fragile body. I pity him. But I do not forgive.

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I feel pity for the ocean. In order to be loved, she stays silent – masking the tiniest whisper of her feelings, slowly forgetting the fiery waves she is made of. For no man dares approach her when she is crashing her turbulent bones on the rocks. They will wait until she has calmed – tranquilised, ready to reflect their likeness on herself. They can't handle her intensity, leaving behind corpses of memories – abandoned promises of eternity, never to come true. Of course, I understand the ocean. She shares the same fate I do – the woman's fate. Creatures crucified for emodying their soul.

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Nov 8, 2024

Nov 8, 2024 at 2:01 PM UTC

Hysteria

I feel pity for the ocean. In order to be loved, she stays silent – masking the tiniest whisper of her feelings, slowly forgetting the fiery waves she is made of. For no man dares approach her when she is crashing her turbulent bones on the rocks. They will wait until she has calmed – tranquilised, ready to reflect their likeness on herself. They can't handle her intensity, leaving behind corpses of memories – abandoned promises of eternity, never to come true. Of course, I understand the ocean. She shares the same fate I do – the woman's fate. Creatures crucified for emodying their soul.

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