masha-yurkevich - Hello Poetry

His eyes; two stars, an open sea i fall in love so instantly...

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Mar 7, 2025

Mar 7, 2025 at 8:51 PM UTC

His eyes; two stars, an open sea i fall in love so instantly...

please be close, please hold my hand i don't need words, please understand don't go away, i need you near your breath is all i need to hear. please hold me tight, safe and secure your love so endless and so pure i need you here, need you with me there's no where else i'd rather be your eyes so kind, your touch so warm you are my calm against the storm your shoulders strong, your arms so receiving nothing else matters as long as we're breathing. as long as i know that no matter what follows, it'll always be us against the sorrows.

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Feb 6, 2025

Feb 6, 2025 at 11:13 PM UTC

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please be close, please hold my hand i don't need words, please understand don't go away, i need you near your breath is all i need to hear. please hold me tight, safe and secure your love so endless and so pure i need you here, need you with me there's no where else i'd rather be your eyes so kind, your touch so warm you are my calm against the storm your shoulders strong, your arms so receiving nothing else matters as long as we're breathing. as long as i know that no matter what follows, it'll always be us against the sorrows.

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Sunshine enters through the tall clear windows, illuminating the large and majestic room. Everything was in its place, with the exception of a solitary apple perched atop a weathered wooden table. The fruit's skin glowed a deep, mesmerizing crimson, as if it held secrets waiting to be uncovered. Upon closer inspection, the apple's surface revealed an intriguing tapestry of subtle imperfections - faint bruises and delicate scars that hinted at a story yet untold and brittle with age. The apple cast a long shadow across the table's rough surface, its shape distorted in the background. How did this tempting fruit find its way into this forgotten chamber? Was it an offering, a lure, or a warning? The room itself seemed to hold its breath, the walls leaning in as if straining to hear whispered secrets shared between the apple and the unseen forces that owned this space. In this place, where time seemed to have lost all meaning, the apple remained - a mystery waiting to be unraveled by those brave enough to step into the unknown and confront the mysteries that lay within.

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Jan 28, 2025

Jan 28, 2025 at 1:54 PM UTC

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Sunshine enters through the tall clear windows, illuminating the large and majestic room. Everything was in its place, with the exception of a solitary apple perched atop a weathered wooden table. The fruit's skin glowed a deep, mesmerizing crimson, as if it held secrets waiting to be uncovered. Upon closer inspection, the apple's surface revealed an intriguing tapestry of subtle imperfections - faint bruises and delicate scars that hinted at a story yet untold and brittle with age. The apple cast a long shadow across the table's rough surface, its shape distorted in the background. How did this tempting fruit find its way into this forgotten chamber? Was it an offering, a lure, or a warning? The room itself seemed to hold its breath, the walls leaning in as if straining to hear whispered secrets shared between the apple and the unseen forces that owned this space. In this place, where time seemed to have lost all meaning, the apple remained - a mystery waiting to be unraveled by those brave enough to step into the unknown and confront the mysteries that lay within.

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I closed the doors you found the key Perhaps this means we are meant to be Alone and trapped you set me free Perhaps this means we are meant to be So hurt and blind You helped me see Perhaps this means we are meant to be So perfect and pure safe and lovely I know this is just you and me

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Jan 14, 2025

Jan 14, 2025 at 11:27 AM UTC

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I closed the doors you found the key Perhaps this means we are meant to be Alone and trapped you set me free Perhaps this means we are meant to be So hurt and blind You helped me see Perhaps this means we are meant to be So perfect and pure safe and lovely I know this is just you and me

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It was another ordinary day. I woke up at my usual hour, looked around to find everything just as it was the previous day. I took this as a good sign; I don’t like change. I was a bit cold, but that was probably because the sun’s rays haven’t reached me through the window just yet. I had no other reason to be cold, my life was perfect. Despite my just waking up, I felt slightly tired. All that talk from them kept me up, not letting me drift off into my dreams. They were talking quietly, their faces scrunching up with every word. I couldn’t pick out the words the way I used; I think I’m getting old. But their tone sounded different than it usually does. The carless and cheerful spirit was worrisome and troubled. I started to ponder over yesterday’s strange mood but was brought back to reality when she came around the corner. Ready for my breakfast, lady. She walks to me, looks at me and smiles that straight white tooth smile as she gives me my meal. I gobble it up with joy; everything seems back to normal. He comes around the corner and greets her with his usual kiss before grabbing his coat and heading out the door. She leaves only moments later. The sun touches me, warming me even more. I feel good. Everything is good; I feel so alive. But it doesn’t take long for my tower of happiness to topple down. Shortly after leaving, they both return. I am confused; this is different. The look on their faces only adds to my confusion. They look bewildered and worried, rushing to close all the windows and doors. Their voices are soft whispers, their movements quick and quiet. They close the curtains, shut off the lights and within the four walls for the rest of the day. Everything feels strange. It is quiet, the sun is not shining, the voices are not laughing and the atmosphere feels eerie. I put my strange feelings aside and drift into my sweet dreams, relieved by the fact that tomorrow will be just another normal day. But today is different. It is not normal. They are silent; any words exchanged are whispered closely. The curtains remain shut with not a single morning ray of light to enter. Everything is quiet. The little ones below us don’t holler or cry. Those above us don’t vacuum or shower. The only noise is something I have never heard before, something from outside the walls. It rumbles and roars, certainly something that doesn’t sound natural. When this noise comes, I do not need to pick out words from them to see what is going on. I can tell it by their faces; the terror in their eyes is enlarged by the glass. They look at me, me in my safe little place. A place where I feel content with the most basic nutrition and observing the world around me, the world that now seems to be falling apart. I was certainly not awaiting the next. A boom, a roar, a rumble, the loudest one yet, escapes from the monster outside. But I could have lived through a loud noise, I could have gotten over it. It was what came after that took the breath out of my mouth. Through my warm morning sunshine window, a strange object enters uninvited. If it would have had a face, its eyes would have been peering, its mouth a smirk, its nose scrunched up. It gives no warning as it explodes in our four walls, sending shards of its body flying everywhere. They scream, running for cover, like tourists from rain. The gaping hole that once used to be my warm window is a wound, showing me what is going on beyond the four walls. It is brutal; I don’t want to talk about it. The second explosion catches me off guard once more. It’s harder than the first, turning my nightmare into a reality. But among all the noise and uproar, I hear the worst sound yet… My fishbowl cracks.

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Jul 15, 2024

Jul 15, 2024 at 11:13 AM UTC

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It was another ordinary day. I woke up at my usual hour, looked around to find everything just as it was the previous day. I took this as a good sign; I don’t like change. I was a bit cold, but that was probably because the sun’s rays haven’t reached me through the window just yet. I had no other reason to be cold, my life was perfect. Despite my just waking up, I felt slightly tired. All that talk from them kept me up, not letting me drift off into my dreams. They were talking quietly, their faces scrunching up with every word. I couldn’t pick out the words the way I used; I think I’m getting old. But their tone sounded different than it usually does. The carless and cheerful spirit was worrisome and troubled. I started to ponder over yesterday’s strange mood but was brought back to reality when she came around the corner. Ready for my breakfast, lady. She walks to me, looks at me and smiles that straight white tooth smile as she gives me my meal. I gobble it up with joy; everything seems back to normal. He comes around the corner and greets her with his usual kiss before grabbing his coat and heading out the door. She leaves only moments later. The sun touches me, warming me even more. I feel good. Everything is good; I feel so alive. But it doesn’t take long for my tower of happiness to topple down. Shortly after leaving, they both return. I am confused; this is different. The look on their faces only adds to my confusion. They look bewildered and worried, rushing to close all the windows and doors. Their voices are soft whispers, their movements quick and quiet. They close the curtains, shut off the lights and within the four walls for the rest of the day. Everything feels strange. It is quiet, the sun is not shining, the voices are not laughing and the atmosphere feels eerie. I put my strange feelings aside and drift into my sweet dreams, relieved by the fact that tomorrow will be just another normal day. But today is different. It is not normal. They are silent; any words exchanged are whispered closely. The curtains remain shut with not a single morning ray of light to enter. Everything is quiet. The little ones below us don’t holler or cry. Those above us don’t vacuum or shower. The only noise is something I have never heard before, something from outside the walls. It rumbles and roars, certainly something that doesn’t sound natural. When this noise comes, I do not need to pick out words from them to see what is going on. I can tell it by their faces; the terror in their eyes is enlarged by the glass. They look at me, me in my safe little place. A place where I feel content with the most basic nutrition and observing the world around me, the world that now seems to be falling apart. I was certainly not awaiting the next. A boom, a roar, a rumble, the loudest one yet, escapes from the monster outside. But I could have lived through a loud noise, I could have gotten over it. It was what came after that took the breath out of my mouth. Through my warm morning sunshine window, a strange object enters uninvited. If it would have had a face, its eyes would have been peering, its mouth a smirk, its nose scrunched up. It gives no warning as it explodes in our four walls, sending shards of its body flying everywhere. They scream, running for cover, like tourists from rain. The gaping hole that once used to be my warm window is a wound, showing me what is going on beyond the four walls. It is brutal; I don’t want to talk about it. The second explosion catches me off guard once more. It’s harder than the first, turning my nightmare into a reality. But among all the noise and uproar, I hear the worst sound yet… My fishbowl cracks.

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* I'd rather you use bombs and knives, I'd rather you use guns and swords. I'd rather that we would have fights; that you'd leave me with open sores. I'd rather you find a different weapon, a different tool to use on me. I wish you'd make me feel a pain; I wish you'd leave me weak and ****** Yet the sharpest tool is what you use; you leave me dead inside. I wish you'd tear my heart out; I wish I would have died. You open your mouth and the weapons spill out, you're armed with words that you scream and shout. The pain is unbearable, the torture indescribable. I know there's no point in putting up a struggle. You **** me, one by one, your words an open **** They slice me up in pieces, making me feel like trash. All I can be is silent; I know that is the best. I try to block them out, but they're already in my chest. Your words are killing me; a slow, antagonizing death. Each word you say cuts me, each wound raw and fresh. I wish you'd let me be, I wish you'd leave it unsaid. I guess you just can't see you can't bring someone back from the dead. *

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Apr 1, 2022

Apr 1, 2022 at 8:58 PM UTC

Open Wounds

* I'd rather you use bombs and knives, I'd rather you use guns and swords. I'd rather that we would have fights; that you'd leave me with open sores. I'd rather you find a different weapon, a different tool to use on me. I wish you'd make me feel a pain; I wish you'd leave me weak and ****** Yet the sharpest tool is what you use; you leave me dead inside. I wish you'd tear my heart out; I wish I would have died. You open your mouth and the weapons spill out, you're armed with words that you scream and shout. The pain is unbearable, the torture indescribable. I know there's no point in putting up a struggle. You **** me, one by one, your words an open **** They slice me up in pieces, making me feel like trash. All I can be is silent; I know that is the best. I try to block them out, but they're already in my chest. Your words are killing me; a slow, antagonizing death. Each word you say cuts me, each wound raw and fresh. I wish you'd let me be, I wish you'd leave it unsaid. I guess you just can't see you can't bring someone back from the dead. *

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* Your eyes say it all You don't need to speak They say every word Their meaning so deep So cold as ice Yet they glow with fire They show determination And desire Your eyes yell and shout Speak so loud They are so vibrant Yet you are silent. *

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Nov 12, 2020

Nov 12, 2020 at 8:26 AM UTC

Silent

* Your eyes say it all You don't need to speak They say every word Their meaning so deep So cold as ice Yet they glow with fire They show determination And desire Your eyes yell and shout Speak so loud They are so vibrant Yet you are silent. *

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* I'm twisting, turning, sweating, burning. What's in my mind is so disturbing. The world is falling, piece by piece. People are mad like angry beasts. I open my eyes but the remain closed, showing me this world that is out of control. I pry my eyes but the refuse, exposing this world of issues. I don't want to see this; its far too ugly. People are mad, everything is ****** I want to wake up from this nightmare; where is the other world, where? But I don't wake up, not now, not ever. This is the nightmare we are living together. *

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Nov 9, 2020

Nov 9, 2020 at 7:57 AM UTC

Nightmare

* I'm twisting, turning, sweating, burning. What's in my mind is so disturbing. The world is falling, piece by piece. People are mad like angry beasts. I open my eyes but the remain closed, showing me this world that is out of control. I pry my eyes but the refuse, exposing this world of issues. I don't want to see this; its far too ugly. People are mad, everything is ****** I want to wake up from this nightmare; where is the other world, where? But I don't wake up, not now, not ever. This is the nightmare we are living together. *

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* For every minute you are angry, you lose 60 seconds of happiness. *

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Feb 22, 2020

Feb 22, 2020 at 10:28 AM UTC

Fun Fact

* For every minute you are angry, you lose 60 seconds of happiness. *

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* __Fake smile.__ __White teeth.__ One goal: just breathe. __Heart and soul__ __make them hide.__ __Lock your feelings__ deep inside. __Don't let anybody know__ __the storm that's ripping through your soul.__ __Don't let anybody see__ __the hurricane that's deep within.__ ... __Fake smile.__ __White teeth.__ New goal: __be real.__ *

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Jan 23, 2020

Jan 23, 2020 at 1:23 PM UTC

False

* __Fake smile.__ __White teeth.__ One goal: just breathe. __Heart and soul__ __make them hide.__ __Lock your feelings__ deep inside. __Don't let anybody know__ __the storm that's ripping through your soul.__ __Don't let anybody see__ __the hurricane that's deep within.__ ... __Fake smile.__ __White teeth.__ New goal: __be real.__ *

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