madison-moskowitz - Hello Poetry

Yesterday is the same as today Misery’s company No one, not you, or me or anyone Could reach out a hand. Or spare a glance I’m falling back towards my vice Slashing and dieting and hiding And it’s never enough No matter how much my ribs show There’s no one on the other end

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Dec 7, 2025

Dec 7, 2025 at 9:51 PM UTC

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Yesterday is the same as today Misery’s company No one, not you, or me or anyone Could reach out a hand. Or spare a glance I’m falling back towards my vice Slashing and dieting and hiding And it’s never enough No matter how much my ribs show There’s no one on the other end

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I’ve met you in crepey hands, sun bleached by long days. I’ve met you in the wandering eyes of a newly found widow. I’ve met you in the wayward thumb of a sidewalk hitchhiker. I’ve met you in keep the change. I’ve met you in another life, past, present tense. Present Tense But free

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Dec 2, 2025

Dec 2, 2025 at 1:00 AM UTC

Freedom

I’ve met you in crepey hands, sun bleached by long days. I’ve met you in the wandering eyes of a newly found widow. I’ve met you in the wayward thumb of a sidewalk hitchhiker. I’ve met you in keep the change. I’ve met you in another life, past, present tense. Present Tense But free

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And I know, all these years you’ve written about me The good ones, the descriptive ones Just out of reach As I have always been I’ll lull your mouth to sleep with mine A lie I’m willing to keep Awake Unjust Unfit Uncut And scene

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Dec 2, 2025

Dec 2, 2025 at 12:52 AM UTC

Take that

And I know, all these years you’ve written about me The good ones, the descriptive ones Just out of reach As I have always been I’ll lull your mouth to sleep with mine A lie I’m willing to keep Awake Unjust Unfit Uncut And scene

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God made eve for Adam And boredom for man kind To get tangled up and twisted In a special kind of slaughter

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Dec 2, 2025

Dec 2, 2025 at 12:40 AM UTC

Love

God made eve for Adam And boredom for man kind To get tangled up and twisted In a special kind of slaughter

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*** is something you are either there for or you’re not. I’ve been absent my whole life. Abstinence or petulance. “Why are you scared of me?” left your lips. I grasped at the sheets, at the sheer veil I wore for six years, for you, for him, for us, for me. Therapy, lobotomy, trigonometry, *** all different forms of torture. Be there for me, be there for me. Coax the *** out of me. Lave away my wounds, open me up, dig in deep, uncover all this hurt. I can’t tell you to dominate me in any other words.

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Dec 2, 2025

Dec 2, 2025 at 12:14 AM UTC

Tithe

*** is something you are either there for or you’re not. I’ve been absent my whole life. Abstinence or petulance. “Why are you scared of me?” left your lips. I grasped at the sheets, at the sheer veil I wore for six years, for you, for him, for us, for me. Therapy, lobotomy, trigonometry, *** all different forms of torture. Be there for me, be there for me. Coax the *** out of me. Lave away my wounds, open me up, dig in deep, uncover all this hurt. I can’t tell you to dominate me in any other words.

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This house pulls you in and taunts you away Drowns you with its quickest current Dunks you into these cigarettes walls Takes you to war like the soldiers that came before, Before your small family packed yourself up quietly Moved in to be shaken up Spit back out and swallowed up The tiles dig into your feet, making you run or stand still The pipes rattle and sing you a war song The lights flicker or don’t come on at all Sometimes I like that best This house isn’t a home, it’s a burial shroud of the grass never being greener on the other ******* side You will never get out of this tide

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Aug 3, 2023

Aug 3, 2023 at 1:54 PM UTC

Sioux Trails End

This house pulls you in and taunts you away Drowns you with its quickest current Dunks you into these cigarettes walls Takes you to war like the soldiers that came before, Before your small family packed yourself up quietly Moved in to be shaken up Spit back out and swallowed up The tiles dig into your feet, making you run or stand still The pipes rattle and sing you a war song The lights flicker or don’t come on at all Sometimes I like that best This house isn’t a home, it’s a burial shroud of the grass never being greener on the other ******* side You will never get out of this tide

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You’d trot up to me like an aged horse our pasture matted down by our footprints I’d ask you the same advice I always do You don’t reply, that’s never the issue They get jealous and insecure, but you’re nothing more than an old friend

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Aug 3, 2023

Aug 3, 2023 at 1:47 PM UTC

Hey old friend

You’d trot up to me like an aged horse our pasture matted down by our footprints I’d ask you the same advice I always do You don’t reply, that’s never the issue They get jealous and insecure, but you’re nothing more than an old friend

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You ever picture insanity? Monstrosity Barefoot wineglass catastrophe

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Jun 22, 2022

Jun 22, 2022 at 11:23 PM UTC

Bled