mklw_25 - Hello Poetry

I am stuck in a never-ending loop The roller coaster of death has strapped me in tight Whoop, Whoop I can't even try to fight My brain is the keeper of me Up and down this roller coaster roars I am promised, and promised, "These meds will set you free!" Yet, my keeper just ignores, and ignores My life is a never-ending cycle of highs and lows Day after day, I feel the same happiness and glee Till one day I am suddenly froze And all I want is to be thrown to sea These consistent switches and flips to a new way Is why I hate being alive These flips give me no reason to stay But I have to keep on trying to thrive

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Mar 2

Mar 2, 2026 at 8:00 PM UTC

Waves

I am stuck in a never-ending loop The roller coaster of death has strapped me in tight Whoop, Whoop I can't even try to fight My brain is the keeper of me Up and down this roller coaster roars I am promised, and promised, "These meds will set you free!" Yet, my keeper just ignores, and ignores My life is a never-ending cycle of highs and lows Day after day, I feel the same happiness and glee Till one day I am suddenly froze And all I want is to be thrown to sea These consistent switches and flips to a new way Is why I hate being alive These flips give me no reason to stay But I have to keep on trying to thrive

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sticky fingers and smothered faces crayons being crushed into coloring pages ABCs being chanted in unison warm and comfortable graham crackers and milk life is wonderful

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Feb 27

Feb 27, 2026 at 6:49 PM UTC

kindergarten memories

sticky fingers and smothered faces crayons being crushed into coloring pages ABCs being chanted in unison warm and comfortable graham crackers and milk life is wonderful

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“I’m going to Sophie’s!” I yell as I run out of my front door. The screen door slams behind me, A silent alarm to my family that I am gone. However, No one would respond, for no one even heard. All I want is to go over to my best friend’s house. Her house is so different from my own, It is quiet. There is no yelling Nor fighting. It was weird. “Where’s Daddy?” I ask my mom. Although I know the answer. He’s living about a mile away, In his own apartment. “How much does it cost to live here?” I say as I drag my sleeping bag into the living room. We gobble down pizza and ice cream, A delicacy we only get when it’s Daddy’s days. We go down to RedBox and rent a new movie. Daddy has his own TV that we watch it on. I miss my Mama. “Daddy’s home!” I jump up and down with joy. Mama and Daddy love each other again! Daddy got rid of his apartment, I guess we won’t be having ice cream for dinner anymore. “We’re going to live with Nana?” My brother and I listen in on my Grandma and Mama talk. We’re going to live with my Nana for the summer, While things transition. Mama is moving to a new state, Daddy is staying at home. We won’t see either of them until school starts again. “I get to share a room with Grandma?” My Mama, brother, sister, and I get to live with my Grandma in a new state! We start school soon. I don’t know anyone there, But I think it will be awesome! “Hi.” My Mama introduces me to her boyfriend. He seems really nice. Apparently, they have known each other for a while. He takes me fishing and hunting with his friends! I miss my Daddy. “I pick this one!” I rush upstairs, Only to find out that my sister and I are sharing a room. There is a cool staircase leading up to it though! I really like my new house. “Congratulations, Mama!” My Mama and my Stepdad are married now! I am really excited! We’re moving to a new town about thirty minutes away, I’m gonna go to school there. I will miss my friends. “C’mon, we’re going to see Daddy!” My siblings and I hop into the car, We have about a 7 hour drive back to Daddy’s house. We meet halfway, My sister starts balling because she has to leave Mama. I guess that makes sense, She doesn’t ever remember living without her. I see the pain in my Daddy’s eyes, He just wants to see his baby girl. “I want to go back.” My Mom gave us a choice. We could either move back, Or stay where we have been for three years. My brother told me that Mom and Daddy have been talking about getting back together. Ever since Mom told us that our Stepdad was an alcoholic and they were getting a divorce, I’ve been hoping that things could just go back to normal. “Umm, hi.” I mumble, Walking into my Mom’s room. There is a guy sitting on her bed. Later that night as I am going to sleep, I hear them talking in the kitchen. My Mom is begging him for more money, Apparently we might lose our house. “What do you think about him?” I ask my brother, Referring to the new guy who is now living with us. He seems really nice. “Yes, marry her!” I say excitedly. The new guy is still living with us. He really loves my Mom. I just want to see her happy. “I’m sorry you guys.” I apologize to my friends, My New Stepdad and my Mom have been fighting, They say they want an annulment. They got married last week. “He doesn’t treat you right.” I plead to my mom. She deserves so much more.

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Feb 26

Feb 26, 2026 at 10:22 PM UTC

New Places

“I’m going to Sophie’s!” I yell as I run out of my front door. The screen door slams behind me, A silent alarm to my family that I am gone. However, No one would respond, for no one even heard. All I want is to go over to my best friend’s house. Her house is so different from my own, It is quiet. There is no yelling Nor fighting. It was weird. “Where’s Daddy?” I ask my mom. Although I know the answer. He’s living about a mile away, In his own apartment. “How much does it cost to live here?” I say as I drag my sleeping bag into the living room. We gobble down pizza and ice cream, A delicacy we only get when it’s Daddy’s days. We go down to RedBox and rent a new movie. Daddy has his own TV that we watch it on. I miss my Mama. “Daddy’s home!” I jump up and down with joy. Mama and Daddy love each other again! Daddy got rid of his apartment, I guess we won’t be having ice cream for dinner anymore. “We’re going to live with Nana?” My brother and I listen in on my Grandma and Mama talk. We’re going to live with my Nana for the summer, While things transition. Mama is moving to a new state, Daddy is staying at home. We won’t see either of them until school starts again. “I get to share a room with Grandma?” My Mama, brother, sister, and I get to live with my Grandma in a new state! We start school soon. I don’t know anyone there, But I think it will be awesome! “Hi.” My Mama introduces me to her boyfriend. He seems really nice. Apparently, they have known each other for a while. He takes me fishing and hunting with his friends! I miss my Daddy. “I pick this one!” I rush upstairs, Only to find out that my sister and I are sharing a room. There is a cool staircase leading up to it though! I really like my new house. “Congratulations, Mama!” My Mama and my Stepdad are married now! I am really excited! We’re moving to a new town about thirty minutes away, I’m gonna go to school there. I will miss my friends. “C’mon, we’re going to see Daddy!” My siblings and I hop into the car, We have about a 7 hour drive back to Daddy’s house. We meet halfway, My sister starts balling because she has to leave Mama. I guess that makes sense, She doesn’t ever remember living without her. I see the pain in my Daddy’s eyes, He just wants to see his baby girl. “I want to go back.” My Mom gave us a choice. We could either move back, Or stay where we have been for three years. My brother told me that Mom and Daddy have been talking about getting back together. Ever since Mom told us that our Stepdad was an alcoholic and they were getting a divorce, I’ve been hoping that things could just go back to normal. “Umm, hi.” I mumble, Walking into my Mom’s room. There is a guy sitting on her bed. Later that night as I am going to sleep, I hear them talking in the kitchen. My Mom is begging him for more money, Apparently we might lose our house. “What do you think about him?” I ask my brother, Referring to the new guy who is now living with us. He seems really nice. “Yes, marry her!” I say excitedly. The new guy is still living with us. He really loves my Mom. I just want to see her happy. “I’m sorry you guys.” I apologize to my friends, My New Stepdad and my Mom have been fighting, They say they want an annulment. They got married last week. “He doesn’t treat you right.” I plead to my mom. She deserves so much more.

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Before I go, I must speak to you One last time. I know you worry, Dear heart. Although I no longer roam this earth, My spirit will continue its legacy. The wind will continue its blowing, The sea will ebb and flow, As the birds squawk and cry. My voice will sing in their chirps, My heart in theirs. There is one thing left. I regret everything I've told you. When I am gone, That will be it. I will be as dead as the leaves in the ice-cold winter. Never again will you hear me in the crashes of the waves, The howl of the wind, And the whistle of the trains. I take back everything I said.

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Feb 25

Feb 25, 2026 at 8:25 PM UTC

Not Ever Again

Before I go, I must speak to you One last time. I know you worry, Dear heart. Although I no longer roam this earth, My spirit will continue its legacy. The wind will continue its blowing, The sea will ebb and flow, As the birds squawk and cry. My voice will sing in their chirps, My heart in theirs. There is one thing left. I regret everything I've told you. When I am gone, That will be it. I will be as dead as the leaves in the ice-cold winter. Never again will you hear me in the crashes of the waves, The howl of the wind, And the whistle of the trains. I take back everything I said.

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I am the thread and the stories. I wonder how everyone is connected, mere scraps of every part of their existence. I hear the quiet pull of the thread between worlds. I see each section of life intertwining with the others. I want to live through each embroidered strand, telling a tale through its sutures. I am the thread and the stories. I pretend to care how perfect each seam is, as the highlights of my tales pour in. I feel each bump on the surface, my fingers dancing across the ups and downs of life. I touch the sharp point of the needle, and as the red thread falls from my fingertip, it adds a deep burgundy splotch on my once-perfect masterpiece. I worry that others will not see my beauty in the stories I stitch. I cry for someone to understand each hems meaning. I am the thread and the stories. I understand that not everyone can intertwine scraps seamlessly. I say ***** it, each seamstress has their own talents in keeping it all together. I dream of a day we can all thread our lives in synchronization. I try to be easy to execute, to understand, though it’s never always that simple. I hope one day people will appreciate my blessings as they once did before. I am the thread and the stories.

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Feb 25

Feb 25, 2026 at 3:28 PM UTC

The Storyteller

I am the thread and the stories. I wonder how everyone is connected, mere scraps of every part of their existence. I hear the quiet pull of the thread between worlds. I see each section of life intertwining with the others. I want to live through each embroidered strand, telling a tale through its sutures. I am the thread and the stories. I pretend to care how perfect each seam is, as the highlights of my tales pour in. I feel each bump on the surface, my fingers dancing across the ups and downs of life. I touch the sharp point of the needle, and as the red thread falls from my fingertip, it adds a deep burgundy splotch on my once-perfect masterpiece. I worry that others will not see my beauty in the stories I stitch. I cry for someone to understand each hems meaning. I am the thread and the stories. I understand that not everyone can intertwine scraps seamlessly. I say ***** it, each seamstress has their own talents in keeping it all together. I dream of a day we can all thread our lives in synchronization. I try to be easy to execute, to understand, though it’s never always that simple. I hope one day people will appreciate my blessings as they once did before. I am the thread and the stories.

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