serenaslan - Hello Poetry

I was shaped by trembling hands, not out of love but longing’s ghost. Like Frankenstein’s own sorrowed child, I reach for hearts I want the most. Made to crave what won’t remain, soft touches lost in pouring rain.

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Jul 20, 2025

Jul 20, 2025 at 4:27 PM UTC

The Abhorred

I was shaped by trembling hands, not out of love but longing’s ghost. Like Frankenstein’s own sorrowed child, I reach for hearts I want the most. Made to crave what won’t remain, soft touches lost in pouring rain.

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Cities to move, jobs to begin, essays to shape, poems to spin. Books to read, songs to feel, wounds to close, and time to heal. A life to build with steady flame not from nothing, but from name. A name I gave, a self I chose the girl who stayed when no one knows. Let them vanish, fade, pretend I write the start, I choose the end.

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Jun 19, 2025

Jun 19, 2025 at 8:45 AM UTC

Becoming

Cities to move, jobs to begin, essays to shape, poems to spin. Books to read, songs to feel, wounds to close, and time to heal. A life to build with steady flame not from nothing, but from name. A name I gave, a self I chose the girl who stayed when no one knows. Let them vanish, fade, pretend I write the start, I choose the end.

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Fires turned to cold, hard stone, Joy replaced by nights alone. I offered you the shore, the sky You watched in silence, passed me by. Now I let go of sweet old dreams, The late-night thoughts, the quiet beams.

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Jun 15, 2025

Jun 15, 2025 at 7:21 AM UTC

Stone Cold

Fires turned to cold, hard stone, Joy replaced by nights alone. I offered you the shore, the sky You watched in silence, passed me by. Now I let go of sweet old dreams, The late-night thoughts, the quiet beams.

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when someone fuels your creativity this much, it’s not because they’re your destiny. it’s because they’re your trigger. a mirror. a reflection you had to confront so you could finally speak in your own voice.

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Jun 13, 2025

Jun 13, 2025 at 12:05 PM UTC

The Reflection

when someone fuels your creativity this much, it’s not because they’re your destiny. it’s because they’re your trigger. a mirror. a reflection you had to confront so you could finally speak in your own voice.

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I was meant to be a masterpiece but I remain a sketch left leaning against the wall, my outlines fading in the silence. The brush never touched me. No colors ever dared to fill me in. I am paused mid-creation, a ghost of what I could’ve been. Turned away from the light, as if my presence is too loud, too much, too unfinished to be seen. Not art. Not ruin. Just something left behind too heavy to display, too delicate to destroy, too much of a burden to face.

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Jun 2, 2025

Jun 2, 2025 at 9:08 AM UTC

Framed Burden

I was meant to be a masterpiece but I remain a sketch left leaning against the wall, my outlines fading in the silence. The brush never touched me. No colors ever dared to fill me in. I am paused mid-creation, a ghost of what I could’ve been. Turned away from the light, as if my presence is too loud, too much, too unfinished to be seen. Not art. Not ruin. Just something left behind too heavy to display, too delicate to destroy, too much of a burden to face.

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You didn’t just fumble love you lost a whole cinematic universe without even noticing. You blurred out a photo we never took but could have. A story half-told, a masterpiece left in pencil then folded away, forgotten in the drawer of what-ifs.

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Jun 2, 2025

Jun 2, 2025 at 8:46 AM UTC

Cinemyth

You didn’t just fumble love you lost a whole cinematic universe without even noticing. You blurred out a photo we never took but could have. A story half-told, a masterpiece left in pencil then folded away, forgotten in the drawer of what-ifs.

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I had always loved myself—until you. Then, all that love began spilling into you. By the time I noticed, none remained for me. You were held—by my love, and your own. But I was held by no one.

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Nov 24, 2024

Nov 24, 2024 at 4:19 PM UTC

All for you

I had always loved myself—until you. Then, all that love began spilling into you. By the time I noticed, none remained for me. You were held—by my love, and your own. But I was held by no one.

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The meaninglessness of your presence, the chill in your touch, the cruelty in your tone, and the smile you wear like a mask— make me feel like something even loneliness would leave behind.

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Nov 24, 2024

Nov 24, 2024 at 4:05 PM UTC

Abhorrence

The meaninglessness of your presence, the chill in your touch, the cruelty in your tone, and the smile you wear like a mask— make me feel like something even loneliness would leave behind.

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Your love— a slow-burning addiction, deadly in its ecstasy, seductive, intoxicating. I’m ensnared, consumed— pour me another obscene dose. I’m weightless, drunk on the high, dizzy with devotion, gasping for more as my lungs surrender. Numbness takes over. I feel nothing— and I adore it. Don’t wake me.

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Nov 18, 2024

Nov 18, 2024 at 5:03 PM UTC

Ecstasy

Your love— a slow-burning addiction, deadly in its ecstasy, seductive, intoxicating. I’m ensnared, consumed— pour me another obscene dose. I’m weightless, drunk on the high, dizzy with devotion, gasping for more as my lungs surrender. Numbness takes over. I feel nothing— and I adore it. Don’t wake me.

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Laughter that echoes joy, Screams that shatter peace. Tender kisses and warm embraces, Then nails, teeth — the violent release. Red rose petals on the bed, Blood drops staining the floor. Serenades and whispered praises, Then curses hurled, love turned war. A future spun from golden promises, Now scattered in the dust of loss.

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Nov 18, 2024

Nov 18, 2024 at 2:59 PM UTC

What is love?

Laughter that echoes joy, Screams that shatter peace. Tender kisses and warm embraces, Then nails, teeth — the violent release. Red rose petals on the bed, Blood drops staining the floor. Serenades and whispered praises, Then curses hurled, love turned war. A future spun from golden promises, Now scattered in the dust of loss.

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