sampiph - Hello Poetry

with milk-stained lips and spoiled tears i've unearthed myself from the black tar that is mother i did not cry at first then with a punch she carved me with jagged corners sharp enough to hurt it is not a birth but an exorcism a regurgitation of a rotten heart but it's still a heart ba-dump ba-dump i am warm not by blood gasoline fills my lungs ba-dump, i'm on fire "ba-dump, ba-dump" are my first words it's baneful magic my mother too hollow to understand my arrival is an omen she calls me "consumption" i devoured my mother and spit out the soil i am sick and i am also full

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Jul 16, 2025

Jul 16, 2025 at 8:53 AM UTC

wombrot

with milk-stained lips and spoiled tears i've unearthed myself from the black tar that is mother i did not cry at first then with a punch she carved me with jagged corners sharp enough to hurt it is not a birth but an exorcism a regurgitation of a rotten heart but it's still a heart ba-dump ba-dump i am warm not by blood gasoline fills my lungs ba-dump, i'm on fire "ba-dump, ba-dump" are my first words it's baneful magic my mother too hollow to understand my arrival is an omen she calls me "consumption" i devoured my mother and spit out the soil i am sick and i am also full

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my grief, a calm sea with me who's underwater with no air, no life hands facing the sun slowly reaching for my ship hoping i will float— heavy is my loss far from reach, ship is sinking a retribution my ship as my foe and her fall is my drowning untimely future and time stood still for— my ship, a broken wreckage leaving me wading salvation in death i swam for survival and no ship for rescue people did find me lonely hero with nothing but my sun-dried tears captain with no ship grief heavy like dead body rolling off the plank my ship, a ghostship where i am the only ghost and my ship's at peace "sorry for your loss" how much does condolence weigh to you—a stranger

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Feb 28, 2020

Feb 28, 2020 at 11:25 AM UTC

Haiku #13

my grief, a calm sea with me who's underwater with no air, no life hands facing the sun slowly reaching for my ship hoping i will float— heavy is my loss far from reach, ship is sinking a retribution my ship as my foe and her fall is my drowning untimely future and time stood still for— my ship, a broken wreckage leaving me wading salvation in death i swam for survival and no ship for rescue people did find me lonely hero with nothing but my sun-dried tears captain with no ship grief heavy like dead body rolling off the plank my ship, a ghostship where i am the only ghost and my ship's at peace "sorry for your loss" how much does condolence weigh to you—a stranger

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Night's deafening lull cradles me back to limbo— —falling is release.

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May 30, 2019

May 30, 2019 at 11:38 AM UTC

Haiku #11

Night's deafening lull cradles me back to limbo— —falling is release.

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Salvation found me. I will treat myself better. This time, I choose me.

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May 23, 2019

May 23, 2019 at 7:56 AM UTC

Haiku #10

Salvation found me. I will treat myself better. This time, I choose me.

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Your eyes are the world The world is covered In water Of rivers Of seas Of oceans No land above it No land hiding below The world, your eyes, is Glimmering black You are past the blues The blues got dimmer Are your thoughts get Darker Is the blackness A cry for the Universe's unfainess To you? A surrender from the Reckless abandon You've put yourself into? An echo of the Void, the emptiness, the abyss You try so hard to fill? The currents from your Oceans Are ever so wild The waves get bigger As days go by The waves wash away Your sorrows, your grief The waves splash you Back to reality Back to uncertainty And at the crack of dawn At the crack of doom The waves drown The sound of your Heart shattering to Pieces like dreams That turned into Nightmares The world is lawless There are no walls at the ends The water is falling The world is closing in The Universe whispers "It's time to rest, my child, Your world is heavy, Your mind is light A world uninhabitable Even for you Rest easy and Sleep til you forget The life you think you Deserve."

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May 12, 2019

May 12, 2019 at 10:52 AM UTC

At Last, Atlas

Your eyes are the world The world is covered In water Of rivers Of seas Of oceans No land above it No land hiding below The world, your eyes, is Glimmering black You are past the blues The blues got dimmer Are your thoughts get Darker Is the blackness A cry for the Universe's unfainess To you? A surrender from the Reckless abandon You've put yourself into? An echo of the Void, the emptiness, the abyss You try so hard to fill? The currents from your Oceans Are ever so wild The waves get bigger As days go by The waves wash away Your sorrows, your grief The waves splash you Back to reality Back to uncertainty And at the crack of dawn At the crack of doom The waves drown The sound of your Heart shattering to Pieces like dreams That turned into Nightmares The world is lawless There are no walls at the ends The water is falling The world is closing in The Universe whispers "It's time to rest, my child, Your world is heavy, Your mind is light A world uninhabitable Even for you Rest easy and Sleep til you forget The life you think you Deserve."

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You don't want to tell it to my face But you forget that your eyes speak And they don't say you love me And they don't say my name You won't love me You won't say my name.

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Sep 29, 2017

Sep 29, 2017 at 1:52 PM UTC

You look at me with your eyes closed because you're scared of what I can give you

You don't want to tell it to my face But you forget that your eyes speak And they don't say you love me And they don't say my name You won't love me You won't say my name.

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And I promise you that I will leave before you even ask me to.

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Sep 28, 2017

Sep 28, 2017 at 10:17 AM UTC

Haiku #8

And I promise you that I will leave before you even ask me to.

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"Turn off the lights." "No, I want to see you." "You won’t like what you’ll see." "I’ll be the judge of that." "…" "You’re beautiful." We didn’t do anything that night. Her moans, whimpers and tears are not because we’re naked and I’m halfway inside her. But because I told her something she never heard from anybody before. And she is truly beautiful. For her body was like an unfinished sculpture – uneven in some parts, rough and rigid like she was made from children’s clay instead of marble. I was the one who saw the beauty in it, the first man (and hopefully the last). She is perfect. She’s a masterpiece that doesn’t need finishing touches. She’s beautiful just the way she is. "You’re beautiful." I keep looking at myself in the mirror to see what he sees in me. I couldn’t find it. I tried to look at my body to find the reason why he said that. There’s none. And I feel happy rather than sad because I couldn’t find it. There’s always something different about his eyes anyway. The way his irises are too big and too black like a pair of black holes that will **** everything he laid his eyes on. Maybe he did. His eyes ****** out my imperfections. And I’m glad he sees everything differently. I needed that. I need him, I guess. I’m beautiful. I’m a masterpiece.

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Sep 9, 2017

Sep 9, 2017 at 9:05 PM UTC

Obra

"Turn off the lights." "No, I want to see you." "You won’t like what you’ll see." "I’ll be the judge of that." "…" "You’re beautiful." We didn’t do anything that night. Her moans, whimpers and tears are not because we’re naked and I’m halfway inside her. But because I told her something she never heard from anybody before. And she is truly beautiful. For her body was like an unfinished sculpture – uneven in some parts, rough and rigid like she was made from children’s clay instead of marble. I was the one who saw the beauty in it, the first man (and hopefully the last). She is perfect. She’s a masterpiece that doesn’t need finishing touches. She’s beautiful just the way she is. "You’re beautiful." I keep looking at myself in the mirror to see what he sees in me. I couldn’t find it. I tried to look at my body to find the reason why he said that. There’s none. And I feel happy rather than sad because I couldn’t find it. There’s always something different about his eyes anyway. The way his irises are too big and too black like a pair of black holes that will **** everything he laid his eyes on. Maybe he did. His eyes ****** out my imperfections. And I’m glad he sees everything differently. I needed that. I need him, I guess. I’m beautiful. I’m a masterpiece.

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If you want to, I'll see you by the sea, If you don't, I'll be waiting with cold coffee.

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Sep 1, 2017

Sep 1, 2017 at 9:30 PM UTC

My feelings for you are quiet but this is the most honest I've ever felt

If you want to, I'll see you by the sea, If you don't, I'll be waiting with cold coffee.

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