mariau - Hello Poetry

lost a lot this year. a loose ring, green sunglasses, a vessel for the love i once poured, and the tablet with a crack-ed screen. what should've been lost at sea on the shore 568 kms away in my own home came back to me whole and for forever 3 out of 4.

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Apr 19, 2025

Apr 19, 2025 at 1:56 PM UTC

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lost a lot this year. a loose ring, green sunglasses, a vessel for the love i once poured, and the tablet with a crack-ed screen. what should've been lost at sea on the shore 568 kms away in my own home came back to me whole and for forever 3 out of 4.

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i kept my light a little brighter tonight, not as dimmed as i would have liked when you were here to distract me from the shadows and comfort me through the night. they say it is not worth thinking about, the thought making a fountain of tears out of my eyes cause i still remember how the wind whispered when you were around, a deafening peace that drowns the world outside. to survive the night, i took a weightier blanket for my heavy heart.

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Mar 15, 2025

Mar 15, 2025 at 12:26 PM UTC

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i kept my light a little brighter tonight, not as dimmed as i would have liked when you were here to distract me from the shadows and comfort me through the night. they say it is not worth thinking about, the thought making a fountain of tears out of my eyes cause i still remember how the wind whispered when you were around, a deafening peace that drowns the world outside. to survive the night, i took a weightier blanket for my heavy heart.

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I lived with it. the nails that was not trimmed for a long time. the cuts i never knew i had. the blood that i bled. the dirt. the unnecessary, uncomfortable. the nightmares. the pain. the failures. I did not have to die with it. so i trimmed my nails, and wrote this after.

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Mar 8, 2025

Mar 8, 2025 at 9:11 AM UTC

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I lived with it. the nails that was not trimmed for a long time. the cuts i never knew i had. the blood that i bled. the dirt. the unnecessary, uncomfortable. the nightmares. the pain. the failures. I did not have to die with it. so i trimmed my nails, and wrote this after.

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every night with him, i try not to fall asleep try to be awake than be lulled try to rest without the doze but every night with him, my soul would slumber even without counting numbers, i am put to sleep for hours and as the world vanishes, my thoughts of him persists my love for him endures as i live in dreams, in a world where i am his.

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Dec 11, 2023

Dec 11, 2023 at 4:58 PM UTC

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every night with him, i try not to fall asleep try to be awake than be lulled try to rest without the doze but every night with him, my soul would slumber even without counting numbers, i am put to sleep for hours and as the world vanishes, my thoughts of him persists my love for him endures as i live in dreams, in a world where i am his.

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it is nights like this --- when you rest in my arms that i do not want the sun to rise or the stars --- to fall. i have no need for a shooting star or a new beginning, for this is it, the moment i stop to wait.

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Dec 11, 2023

Dec 11, 2023 at 4:56 PM UTC

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it is nights like this --- when you rest in my arms that i do not want the sun to rise or the stars --- to fall. i have no need for a shooting star or a new beginning, for this is it, the moment i stop to wait.

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i will gladly spend forever finding you the perfect rock to skip through the river i will gladly let you snore and encumber the sleep of others will gladly let you bore me with the details gladly give you space on hot days all the things i do, i'm glad, i do it for you.

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Dec 11, 2023

Dec 11, 2023 at 4:53 PM UTC

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i will gladly spend forever finding you the perfect rock to skip through the river i will gladly let you snore and encumber the sleep of others will gladly let you bore me with the details gladly give you space on hot days all the things i do, i'm glad, i do it for you.

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no one talks about the guilt you feel for being a beloved child of the universe, for all things going your way ---- not for others. i would love to see you happy, but the universe knows not to make me uncomfortable and destroy me, as it exists to protect me. i am ultimately the reason behind your misfortunes. thoughts are protected, knowing in my bones there was someone out there. freedom enjoyed, knowing i was not ready yet. no one talks about the guilt of knowing i am ultimately the reason behind your misfortunes. and unfortunately, for you, i will stay, even if i had to see you go one day.

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Dec 11, 2023

Dec 11, 2023 at 4:49 PM UTC

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no one talks about the guilt you feel for being a beloved child of the universe, for all things going your way ---- not for others. i would love to see you happy, but the universe knows not to make me uncomfortable and destroy me, as it exists to protect me. i am ultimately the reason behind your misfortunes. thoughts are protected, knowing in my bones there was someone out there. freedom enjoyed, knowing i was not ready yet. no one talks about the guilt of knowing i am ultimately the reason behind your misfortunes. and unfortunately, for you, i will stay, even if i had to see you go one day.

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I AM NOT IN LOVE But when you are alive, Things are possible. To die and later on, be dead. To write and later on, sleep. To not study but later on, pass the test. To cry and later on, cry again. I am not in love But when you are silly, things are possible. Like how i can write about things that never happened And how i can make a joke about silly ice cream or a cornytto ice cream. i am not in love but when i am, only these things happen: i wasn't smart enough, i wasn't dumb, i was ghosted. In chronological order.

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Jun 1, 2021

Jun 1, 2021 at 4:31 AM UTC

I AM NOT IN LOVE

I AM NOT IN LOVE But when you are alive, Things are possible. To die and later on, be dead. To write and later on, sleep. To not study but later on, pass the test. To cry and later on, cry again. I am not in love But when you are silly, things are possible. Like how i can write about things that never happened And how i can make a joke about silly ice cream or a cornytto ice cream. i am not in love but when i am, only these things happen: i wasn't smart enough, i wasn't dumb, i was ghosted. In chronological order.

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i had the man that i love on my fingers but i had to let him go i needed more than a touch i had to be held, fully.

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Dec 7, 2020

Dec 7, 2020 at 10:08 AM UTC

madly

i had the man that i love on my fingers but i had to let him go i needed more than a touch i had to be held, fully.

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it was a cold day in September and i had no business with the clouds or the color of the skies. i did not go out to see if the flowers are blooming in my mother's garden, or if my grandma's cat was chilling at her usual spot in the steps in front of our living room's door. i did not ask my mom what's for lunch and whether she's planning to go out in the evening or not. i did not care if it was my turn to wash the dishes or if my mom asked me to sweep the floor afterwards. i did not care about fairytales or histories or corporations. i was not in a hurry to know what i want in and out of life. i was not very disturbed by the fact that i do not fully know my own self and the world i live in. i did not mind not knowing whether i am doing good or not, doing something or not. it was a cold day and my cold pillow demanded to be held, and so i did.

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Sep 18, 2020

Sep 18, 2020 at 10:09 AM UTC

sept.

it was a cold day in September and i had no business with the clouds or the color of the skies. i did not go out to see if the flowers are blooming in my mother's garden, or if my grandma's cat was chilling at her usual spot in the steps in front of our living room's door. i did not ask my mom what's for lunch and whether she's planning to go out in the evening or not. i did not care if it was my turn to wash the dishes or if my mom asked me to sweep the floor afterwards. i did not care about fairytales or histories or corporations. i was not in a hurry to know what i want in and out of life. i was not very disturbed by the fact that i do not fully know my own self and the world i live in. i did not mind not knowing whether i am doing good or not, doing something or not. it was a cold day and my cold pillow demanded to be held, and so i did.

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