reenadaisy - Hello Poetry

Temporary is the only consistency mind, body, soul nothing stays the same it will get better — before it gets worse friends and family the place you take in their hearts a lost raft at sea it’s cold and beautiful and lonely lovers and soulmates promises of gentle love + care left a stranger; you, broken, confused forever only means today to experience loss within yourself your mind scattered, a broken puzzle your body a torched landscape your soul hiding behind the moon the will to live, signed + dated trauma, heal, grow, trauma, heal, grow the good won’t last + the bad will pass everything is temporary

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Dec 5, 2025

Dec 5, 2025 at 4:29 PM UTC

t e m p o r a r y

Temporary is the only consistency mind, body, soul nothing stays the same it will get better — before it gets worse friends and family the place you take in their hearts a lost raft at sea it’s cold and beautiful and lonely lovers and soulmates promises of gentle love + care left a stranger; you, broken, confused forever only means today to experience loss within yourself your mind scattered, a broken puzzle your body a torched landscape your soul hiding behind the moon the will to live, signed + dated trauma, heal, grow, trauma, heal, grow the good won’t last + the bad will pass everything is temporary

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Sitting in a dimly lit room I look over at the vase with 12 shriveled up roses Their leaves that once faced the world around them pulled in as if retreated Their thorns once protecting them now dry on the carcasses, retired Their flowers that once stood tall and elegant gazing at the sky are closed, hung, pointed towards the earth I think about how lucky they are.

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Nov 13, 2025

Nov 13, 2025 at 4:33 AM UTC

Dead Roses

Sitting in a dimly lit room I look over at the vase with 12 shriveled up roses Their leaves that once faced the world around them pulled in as if retreated Their thorns once protecting them now dry on the carcasses, retired Their flowers that once stood tall and elegant gazing at the sky are closed, hung, pointed towards the earth I think about how lucky they are.

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Hi, you have reached the voicemail box of Syreena Phelps. I am either working, sleeping, or too depressed to answer the phone. Leave your name, number, and a reason for me to live, and I'll get back to you as soon as I am mentally able. Thanks!

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Jan 28, 2021

Jan 28, 2021 at 2:48 PM UTC

*beep*

Hi, you have reached the voicemail box of Syreena Phelps. I am either working, sleeping, or too depressed to answer the phone. Leave your name, number, and a reason for me to live, and I'll get back to you as soon as I am mentally able. Thanks!

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I starve myself Because the intense growl in my stomach is the only time something tells me it cares about me I take freezing showers that make it hard to breathe Because it's the only time I fight to stay alive I read past conversations of my heart getting broke Because it's the only time I can control when I cry I fake happiness for those around me Because I'd rather hide my pain than my peers to pretend to care I isolate myself from everything Because it's the only time that I am the only one who can hurt me I'm stuck in a depressive paradox; the only way for me to survive my pain is to make my own

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Sep 11, 2019

Sep 11, 2019 at 4:42 AM UTC

Depressive Paradox / Only Time

I starve myself Because the intense growl in my stomach is the only time something tells me it cares about me I take freezing showers that make it hard to breathe Because it's the only time I fight to stay alive I read past conversations of my heart getting broke Because it's the only time I can control when I cry I fake happiness for those around me Because I'd rather hide my pain than my peers to pretend to care I isolate myself from everything Because it's the only time that I am the only one who can hurt me I'm stuck in a depressive paradox; the only way for me to survive my pain is to make my own

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It's about time I write about him Him who tried to steal all of my strength But took my weaknesses Him who bruised me where clothes could hide and skin could cover Him who ****** compassion out of each vein that runs beneath my flesh Him who kicked motivation out of the insides of my cheeks, barely missing my teeth Him who tossed me at the wall so hard the noise will echo into my grave Him who would drive me off the road while I am walking Him whose clenched fists kissed me more than he did Him who would say the words "I love you" like he was screaming "I'm just trying to keep you!" Him who'd tell me he's always hated when women have red hair only after I told him that's my favourite colour on me Him who only cared about his favourite colour on me Him who said he'd give me a home but gave me a cage, a place to sleep but gave me a space to cry, a place to live but an atmosphere that made me want to die Him who strived to convince life to leave my dark brown eyes Him who tried so hard to steal all of my strength But in the end, I left him with my weaknesses.

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Jul 25, 2019

Jul 25, 2019 at 7:42 PM UTC

Him

It's about time I write about him Him who tried to steal all of my strength But took my weaknesses Him who bruised me where clothes could hide and skin could cover Him who ****** compassion out of each vein that runs beneath my flesh Him who kicked motivation out of the insides of my cheeks, barely missing my teeth Him who tossed me at the wall so hard the noise will echo into my grave Him who would drive me off the road while I am walking Him whose clenched fists kissed me more than he did Him who would say the words "I love you" like he was screaming "I'm just trying to keep you!" Him who'd tell me he's always hated when women have red hair only after I told him that's my favourite colour on me Him who only cared about his favourite colour on me Him who said he'd give me a home but gave me a cage, a place to sleep but gave me a space to cry, a place to live but an atmosphere that made me want to die Him who strived to convince life to leave my dark brown eyes Him who tried so hard to steal all of my strength But in the end, I left him with my weaknesses.

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We cover her skin with long trails of asphalt roads We fill her waters with plastic waste and burnt out cigarette butts We overwhelm her atmosphere with toxic smoke in a million different ways We throw bombs at her body while fighting with one another We bury burning garbage beneath her flesh, hide our waste beneath her flesh, constantly build build build beneath her flesh We **** her animals, we **** her trees, we **** her oceans and her seas. We **** her land and her sky. All she did was give us a place to call home. How selfish can we possibly be? Take care of the earth. She needs you. Don't bite the hand that feeds you.

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Jul 15, 2019

Jul 15, 2019 at 9:17 AM UTC

Planet Earth

We cover her skin with long trails of asphalt roads We fill her waters with plastic waste and burnt out cigarette butts We overwhelm her atmosphere with toxic smoke in a million different ways We throw bombs at her body while fighting with one another We bury burning garbage beneath her flesh, hide our waste beneath her flesh, constantly build build build beneath her flesh We **** her animals, we **** her trees, we **** her oceans and her seas. We **** her land and her sky. All she did was give us a place to call home. How selfish can we possibly be? Take care of the earth. She needs you. Don't bite the hand that feeds you.

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I feel like the only person who feels so plain about my stretch marks. I dont hate them or love them they're just there. Doesnt stop me from wearing a bikini. I'm fully aware that my body is just a vessel I'm using to experience life better and it doesnt matter how I look. I love myself inside and out and stretch marks are just there. Doesnt make me any uglier. I had stretch marks on my thighs before I got pregnant, and idk why because i was always super skinny. Got stretch marks from my pregnancy. Because I carried a ******* child, ya know? What does society expect from me? I literally made life, I'm BOUND to be left with some battle scars. If you think you are going to die of old age with a perfect body with no scars, no stretch marks, absolutely nothing gone weird or wrong along the way, you're wrong. Every mark on your body shows you've actually LIVED LIFE and didnt hide from it. Be proud of every dent, every stitch, every scar, and ****** every stretch mark. Shows you had some fun and experiences in this short time you have here on earth. Don't you dare hate yourself for THAT.

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Jul 4, 2019

Jul 4, 2019 at 1:03 AM UTC

Stretch Marks

I feel like the only person who feels so plain about my stretch marks. I dont hate them or love them they're just there. Doesnt stop me from wearing a bikini. I'm fully aware that my body is just a vessel I'm using to experience life better and it doesnt matter how I look. I love myself inside and out and stretch marks are just there. Doesnt make me any uglier. I had stretch marks on my thighs before I got pregnant, and idk why because i was always super skinny. Got stretch marks from my pregnancy. Because I carried a ******* child, ya know? What does society expect from me? I literally made life, I'm BOUND to be left with some battle scars. If you think you are going to die of old age with a perfect body with no scars, no stretch marks, absolutely nothing gone weird or wrong along the way, you're wrong. Every mark on your body shows you've actually LIVED LIFE and didnt hide from it. Be proud of every dent, every stitch, every scar, and ****** every stretch mark. Shows you had some fun and experiences in this short time you have here on earth. Don't you dare hate yourself for THAT.

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My body is a crime scene from a case that’s never been open because it’s a hell to relive the agony while allowing the truth to seep from between my shaking lips and chattering teeth to a group of ears that will accuse me of lying in my most vulnerable form.

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Mar 31, 2019

Mar 31, 2019 at 9:27 AM UTC

The outskirts of my truth.

My body is a crime scene from a case that’s never been open because it’s a hell to relive the agony while allowing the truth to seep from between my shaking lips and chattering teeth to a group of ears that will accuse me of lying in my most vulnerable form.

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I smoke different cigarettes so I don’t have to smell you

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Mar 29, 2019

Mar 29, 2019 at 5:01 AM UTC

Changing Everything

I smoke different cigarettes so I don’t have to smell you

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You ever felt so lost? Like your life had a path, but you went off track and cant find your way back? The hands of depression grab a hold of me, grip as strong as graphene. Drowning me while I'm still breathing. Brainwashing me of my happiness. Through all the pain I finally scream out "Enough is Enough!" but it just echoes through the tunnels of loneliness. Anxiety wraps around me like a straitjacket, pulling me under the waves of life and socialization, drowning me in the depths of the oceans with it's sinking anchor. Pulling me deeper and deeper until the sands of a panic attack tickle my feet. Thoughts in my mind swarm me like bees of a disturbed nest. Tears in my eyes overwhelm me in the same vein a thunderstorm in a desert. Numbing the pain with sleep, alcohol, and cigarettes. I've smoked so many cigarettes my demons are addicted to nicotine. But nothing can numb the pain of being stuck in your life. The smoke will never fade them away. Maybe one day I'll live life instead of fighting it. "Maybe one day," I tell myself to keep going. Maybe one day. maybe.

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Aug 20, 2017

Aug 20, 2017 at 4:29 AM UTC

Maybe

You ever felt so lost? Like your life had a path, but you went off track and cant find your way back? The hands of depression grab a hold of me, grip as strong as graphene. Drowning me while I'm still breathing. Brainwashing me of my happiness. Through all the pain I finally scream out "Enough is Enough!" but it just echoes through the tunnels of loneliness. Anxiety wraps around me like a straitjacket, pulling me under the waves of life and socialization, drowning me in the depths of the oceans with it's sinking anchor. Pulling me deeper and deeper until the sands of a panic attack tickle my feet. Thoughts in my mind swarm me like bees of a disturbed nest. Tears in my eyes overwhelm me in the same vein a thunderstorm in a desert. Numbing the pain with sleep, alcohol, and cigarettes. I've smoked so many cigarettes my demons are addicted to nicotine. But nothing can numb the pain of being stuck in your life. The smoke will never fade them away. Maybe one day I'll live life instead of fighting it. "Maybe one day," I tell myself to keep going. Maybe one day. maybe.

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