noah-conan-abraham - Hello Poetry

we are part of stars the same elements created by them used in our bodies recycled so when we die we return to the universe to become a star again

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Dec 18, 2025

Dec 18, 2025 at 7:22 PM UTC

Stardust

we are part of stars the same elements created by them used in our bodies recycled so when we die we return to the universe to become a star again

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he's light denim, summer sunsets, lavender and strawberries geckos and car rides to the beach cans of sprite, staring at me, smiling, while i talk about how fanta grape is better, the moments where he looks at me, his eyes warm, i think. and smiles, laughing at a joke I made, or how i laughed when that guy on the screen told everyone he was 'single, unfortunately' he's piano, calling random things "aesthetic" I fell in love with him, 'he's half of my soul, as the poets say' that's how i feel. but i hadn't seen him for so long and he probably just looked at me because last time i was a girl. all i want is to see him again. i want to protect him from every bad thing. he's so perfect

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Nov 2, 2025

Nov 2, 2025 at 7:42 PM UTC

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he's light denim, summer sunsets, lavender and strawberries geckos and car rides to the beach cans of sprite, staring at me, smiling, while i talk about how fanta grape is better, the moments where he looks at me, his eyes warm, i think. and smiles, laughing at a joke I made, or how i laughed when that guy on the screen told everyone he was 'single, unfortunately' he's piano, calling random things "aesthetic" I fell in love with him, 'he's half of my soul, as the poets say' that's how i feel. but i hadn't seen him for so long and he probably just looked at me because last time i was a girl. all i want is to see him again. i want to protect him from every bad thing. he's so perfect

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It's 12:00 pm a girl i used to know has killed herself I wonder how she did it and why i am scrolling on pinterest i am not sad but i imagine her family finding out when did it happen? her sisters, one older and one younger did they cry? or are they too shocked I don't have siblings and i don't really know what i would do I guess i'm too surprised to feel much well not really i saw her, you know, with her sister who called me by the wrong name she had too much makeup on and those trendy jumpers i hate i could tell she was sad not that little kid who used to half bully me and was also my only friend. and stole my olives from my lunch she was so funny once she told me she had to empty her shoes just after the bell had rung to go inside and then emptied them and scooped up more sand again and again until i had to pull her inside i almost cried it's weird i always knew this would happen someone i know will **** themself i dont really like the term "took their own life" it's like a mask for what really happened. i must sound so insensitive i'm not i promise i feel so bad she was so young don't they say that about everyone? i didn't really know her and i'm not writing this so people on the internet see it but i feel like i should live all the experiences that i havent yet so in a way it's like i'm doing it for her you know what i mean? now it's 12:11 don't know what im trying to say so i guess this is the end of this poem

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Sep 30, 2025

Sep 30, 2025 at 10:13 PM UTC

untitled

It's 12:00 pm a girl i used to know has killed herself I wonder how she did it and why i am scrolling on pinterest i am not sad but i imagine her family finding out when did it happen? her sisters, one older and one younger did they cry? or are they too shocked I don't have siblings and i don't really know what i would do I guess i'm too surprised to feel much well not really i saw her, you know, with her sister who called me by the wrong name she had too much makeup on and those trendy jumpers i hate i could tell she was sad not that little kid who used to half bully me and was also my only friend. and stole my olives from my lunch she was so funny once she told me she had to empty her shoes just after the bell had rung to go inside and then emptied them and scooped up more sand again and again until i had to pull her inside i almost cried it's weird i always knew this would happen someone i know will **** themself i dont really like the term "took their own life" it's like a mask for what really happened. i must sound so insensitive i'm not i promise i feel so bad she was so young don't they say that about everyone? i didn't really know her and i'm not writing this so people on the internet see it but i feel like i should live all the experiences that i havent yet so in a way it's like i'm doing it for her you know what i mean? now it's 12:11 don't know what im trying to say so i guess this is the end of this poem

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I hope it doesn't get worse again I don't want everything to go dark It's like there's a big grey cloud over only me cliche, I know but that's how it feels ok, I'll explain it better it feels like nursing homes after someone is gone forever like when you're disappointed, so disappointed like burying a pet like losing a friend like beginning to not care like empty words I write in the hope that someone likes this I don't really know what I'm trying to say but I hope someone else does

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Aug 1, 2025

Aug 1, 2025 at 4:28 AM UTC

I don't know

I hope it doesn't get worse again I don't want everything to go dark It's like there's a big grey cloud over only me cliche, I know but that's how it feels ok, I'll explain it better it feels like nursing homes after someone is gone forever like when you're disappointed, so disappointed like burying a pet like losing a friend like beginning to not care like empty words I write in the hope that someone likes this I don't really know what I'm trying to say but I hope someone else does

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when children go out to the woods down the way the sweet little implings come out to play with white silky dresses and dark searching eyes they dance round the trees and sing all their rhymes and if you may wander into one of their dances run straight away don't take any chances the implings will take you as one of their own the only thing they'll leave is one tiny bone

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Jul 31, 2025

Jul 31, 2025 at 6:34 PM UTC

the implings

when children go out to the woods down the way the sweet little implings come out to play with white silky dresses and dark searching eyes they dance round the trees and sing all their rhymes and if you may wander into one of their dances run straight away don't take any chances the implings will take you as one of their own the only thing they'll leave is one tiny bone

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I turn the pages, Blank, blank, blank Everyone is better than me Was there a time where I did not concern myself with being Better, unique, perfect; With achieving, Showing everyone I’m smart. my intelligence is just a meaningless number on a piece of paper If I’m so close to being a genius then why can’t I do better I can write but I can’t figure out the numbers, I just repeat, repeat, repeat, the pattern Over and over, and over. How do you divide? The numbers get stuck somewhere between my brain and my mouth I think and then forget, a cycle, everyday I can’t remember things anymore. I have forgotten how the wind works. I know it’s not the trees. What was her name? Whose birthday was that? Who broke that toy of mine when I was seven? Was I the problem? Was it really true? Was it my fault? Was I always like this, disconnected, apart, alien I think there’s something wrong but I am not upset I can’t be bothered to be scared about the future We all die someday Will I die without achieving? There it is again, always on my mind. I yearn to be loved, to love back, to be idolised, to help, to lead, to win, to be known and to know. Hello, Earth? Are you there? I think I am lost.

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Jul 31, 2025

Jul 31, 2025 at 6:02 PM UTC

panicked

I turn the pages, Blank, blank, blank Everyone is better than me Was there a time where I did not concern myself with being Better, unique, perfect; With achieving, Showing everyone I’m smart. my intelligence is just a meaningless number on a piece of paper If I’m so close to being a genius then why can’t I do better I can write but I can’t figure out the numbers, I just repeat, repeat, repeat, the pattern Over and over, and over. How do you divide? The numbers get stuck somewhere between my brain and my mouth I think and then forget, a cycle, everyday I can’t remember things anymore. I have forgotten how the wind works. I know it’s not the trees. What was her name? Whose birthday was that? Who broke that toy of mine when I was seven? Was I the problem? Was it really true? Was it my fault? Was I always like this, disconnected, apart, alien I think there’s something wrong but I am not upset I can’t be bothered to be scared about the future We all die someday Will I die without achieving? There it is again, always on my mind. I yearn to be loved, to love back, to be idolised, to help, to lead, to win, to be known and to know. Hello, Earth? Are you there? I think I am lost.

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I see him In the young boys Wonder If he was ever so kind What did they do to him? To make him cruel I knew his pain. Felt his pain But he covered it with smiles, laughs Told me he wished he could be like me Until The darkness would come out Dark red, blue, bruised He would yell at them That no one liked them Tell them to shut up Biting words Harsh, hard, slicing words But there wasn’t any meaning Was there? I loved him Because no one else did They all thought he was fine Did they know? Did he tell them? He told me, if not intentionally Through his eyes, his slumped shoulders at his desk Sleeping through class, catching my eye for a second Told me I was the best girl in class, maybe just because I would do anything for him Too bad I wasn’t one after all But he just grinned High fived twice I blushed, smiled I was floating for the whole day Didn’t wash my hand And he seemed so happy Was he making fun of me? Joking? I thought he was happy And then they told me I wasn’t there But it scared me Shook me They don’t know where he is It took a while Whispered rumours that everyone forgot to tell me about Whoever hurt him I hate them How could you hurt him? How could you? Why would you? Parents are supposed to love their kids Right? Did they love him? I heard he moved schools Got away I don’t know what they did But I really hope he’s ok He probably forgot about me And here I am writing this for him I hope he is stronger than the hurt he’s been through I hope he makes it

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Jul 31, 2025

Jul 31, 2025 at 6:00 PM UTC

CK

I see him In the young boys Wonder If he was ever so kind What did they do to him? To make him cruel I knew his pain. Felt his pain But he covered it with smiles, laughs Told me he wished he could be like me Until The darkness would come out Dark red, blue, bruised He would yell at them That no one liked them Tell them to shut up Biting words Harsh, hard, slicing words But there wasn’t any meaning Was there? I loved him Because no one else did They all thought he was fine Did they know? Did he tell them? He told me, if not intentionally Through his eyes, his slumped shoulders at his desk Sleeping through class, catching my eye for a second Told me I was the best girl in class, maybe just because I would do anything for him Too bad I wasn’t one after all But he just grinned High fived twice I blushed, smiled I was floating for the whole day Didn’t wash my hand And he seemed so happy Was he making fun of me? Joking? I thought he was happy And then they told me I wasn’t there But it scared me Shook me They don’t know where he is It took a while Whispered rumours that everyone forgot to tell me about Whoever hurt him I hate them How could you hurt him? How could you? Why would you? Parents are supposed to love their kids Right? Did they love him? I heard he moved schools Got away I don’t know what they did But I really hope he’s ok He probably forgot about me And here I am writing this for him I hope he is stronger than the hurt he’s been through I hope he makes it

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Red is my favourite colour red like love hearts red like strength red like velvet cake red like strawberries red like the wine I don’t like but the adults do red like robin’s ******* red like anger red like pain red like jealousy red like blood death torture hurt concrete scrapes the cuts my friends make, deep into their skin like “accidents” they tell their parents, but tell us the truth, say “don’t tell… please” and we obey like panic, emergency, flashing lights and wails that make me cover my ears and hope, pray, that everyone is ok it corrupts, warps, glitches and taunts red like when they tricked me and I didn’t even realise I don’t think I like red so much anymore

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Jul 31, 2025

Jul 31, 2025 at 5:58 PM UTC

Red

Red is my favourite colour red like love hearts red like strength red like velvet cake red like strawberries red like the wine I don’t like but the adults do red like robin’s ******* red like anger red like pain red like jealousy red like blood death torture hurt concrete scrapes the cuts my friends make, deep into their skin like “accidents” they tell their parents, but tell us the truth, say “don’t tell… please” and we obey like panic, emergency, flashing lights and wails that make me cover my ears and hope, pray, that everyone is ok it corrupts, warps, glitches and taunts red like when they tricked me and I didn’t even realise I don’t think I like red so much anymore

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