ski-j - Hello Poetry

I downloaded Duolingo, thought, “Cool, I’ll learn some French!” But now that little owl got me living on the bench. I opened it for practice, just fooling around, but now I know Korean— about two hundred words down! I practice small sentences, I sound kinda neat, like (saranghae) — and sometimes (shebal!) in heat. Chinese is harder, I’ll admit with a sigh, but hey, twenty words— I can still order chai. I skipped one single lesson, just ONE—don’t roll your eyes, next thing I know he’s texting me: “Practice… or goodbyes.” I chase K-dramas nightly, my goal is quite clear: understand the crying scene before subs appear! But the owl is relentless, he haunts me in my dreams, taps on my window, and silently screams. I drill German phrases before I even pray, and sometimes I swear I hear him whisper: “Now… Italian with me.” So if one day you see me laugh, gasp, or freeze, just know it’s not me losing it— it’s that green-eyed nightmare telling me to learn… or else.

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Aug 31, 2025

Aug 31, 2025 at 2:57 PM UTC

Duolingo Drama

I downloaded Duolingo, thought, “Cool, I’ll learn some French!” But now that little owl got me living on the bench. I opened it for practice, just fooling around, but now I know Korean— about two hundred words down! I practice small sentences, I sound kinda neat, like (saranghae) — and sometimes (shebal!) in heat. Chinese is harder, I’ll admit with a sigh, but hey, twenty words— I can still order chai. I skipped one single lesson, just ONE—don’t roll your eyes, next thing I know he’s texting me: “Practice… or goodbyes.” I chase K-dramas nightly, my goal is quite clear: understand the crying scene before subs appear! But the owl is relentless, he haunts me in my dreams, taps on my window, and silently screams. I drill German phrases before I even pray, and sometimes I swear I hear him whisper: “Now… Italian with me.” So if one day you see me laugh, gasp, or freeze, just know it’s not me losing it— it’s that green-eyed nightmare telling me to learn… or else.

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Your name still lights up my screen, but it’s only in old messages I can’t bring myself to delete. I scroll back, pretending the past is just one reply away. The typing bubble never comes. Silence is louder than any goodbye- it hums in my chest, a reminder that love can vanish without a sound. The world keeps moving, but I’m stuck in yesterday, holding conversations that only exist in my head. If heartbreak had a ringtone, it would be the quiet that follows your absence.

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Aug 31, 2025

Aug 31, 2025 at 2:31 PM UTC

Ghosted by Time

Your name still lights up my screen, but it’s only in old messages I can’t bring myself to delete. I scroll back, pretending the past is just one reply away. The typing bubble never comes. Silence is louder than any goodbye- it hums in my chest, a reminder that love can vanish without a sound. The world keeps moving, but I’m stuck in yesterday, holding conversations that only exist in my head. If heartbreak had a ringtone, it would be the quiet that follows your absence.

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I don’t just teach—I enchant the mind, And after class, I redefine. My hips don’t lie, they draft a plan, That no exam could ever scan. I grade with grace, but make no slips, My lectures end with bitten lips. I walk in heels like breaking news— A headline every man would choose. My smile? A thesis—soft but sly, My touch? A storm that kisses dry. I don’t just love, I architect, A symphony of cause and effect. They ask if I’m submissive? Please— I write the rules and hold the keys. He thinks he leads? I let him dream. But I’m the current in the stream. With one slow whisper, I command, His logic breaks beneath my hand. And when I’m done? He’ll understand— That *** with me is never planned. It’s art, it’s war, it’s sweet release, It’s chaos dancing into peace. Not just a woman—I'm the test, That proves if he can touch my best.

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May 24, 2025

May 24, 2025 at 4:46 PM UTC

Venus with a Syllabus

I don’t just teach—I enchant the mind, And after class, I redefine. My hips don’t lie, they draft a plan, That no exam could ever scan. I grade with grace, but make no slips, My lectures end with bitten lips. I walk in heels like breaking news— A headline every man would choose. My smile? A thesis—soft but sly, My touch? A storm that kisses dry. I don’t just love, I architect, A symphony of cause and effect. They ask if I’m submissive? Please— I write the rules and hold the keys. He thinks he leads? I let him dream. But I’m the current in the stream. With one slow whisper, I command, His logic breaks beneath my hand. And when I’m done? He’ll understand— That *** with me is never planned. It’s art, it’s war, it’s sweet release, It’s chaos dancing into peace. Not just a woman—I'm the test, That proves if he can touch my best.

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Fallen autumn leaf, Silent breath, the still earth sleeps— Time's last whispered sigh.

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Dec 21, 2024

Dec 21, 2024 at 6:54 AM UTC

Death

Fallen autumn leaf, Silent breath, the still earth sleeps— Time's last whispered sigh.

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You are my sunshine, my gentle light, The warmth that holds me through the night. When skies are heavy, and shadows fall, Your voice, your smile, it breaks them all. But clouds will gather, and time may fade, The golden hues begin to shade. Yet in my heart, you'll always stay, My sunshine bright, my brightest day.

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Dec 20, 2024

Dec 20, 2024 at 8:18 PM UTC

You Are My Sunshine

You are my sunshine, my gentle light, The warmth that holds me through the night. When skies are heavy, and shadows fall, Your voice, your smile, it breaks them all. But clouds will gather, and time may fade, The golden hues begin to shade. Yet in my heart, you'll always stay, My sunshine bright, my brightest day.

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You were a chapter, a fleeting song, A place I stayed, but not for long. We built a home on fragile ground, And lost the love we thought we’d found. But still, I hope you find your peace, That broken hearts can one day cease. Though we're apart, I’ll always care— A quiet love still lingers there.

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Dec 20, 2024

Dec 20, 2024 at 8:18 PM UTC

To My Ex

You were a chapter, a fleeting song, A place I stayed, but not for long. We built a home on fragile ground, And lost the love we thought we’d found. But still, I hope you find your peace, That broken hearts can one day cease. Though we're apart, I’ll always care— A quiet love still lingers there.

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You are the roots that hold me still, The gentle strength, the iron will. Through every tear and every fall, You stood beside me through it all. Your love, a light that guides my way, A steady hand, come night or day. No words could ever quite convey, The love I feel for you today.

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Dec 20, 2024

Dec 20, 2024 at 8:17 PM UTC

To My Mom

You are the roots that hold me still, The gentle strength, the iron will. Through every tear and every fall, You stood beside me through it all. Your love, a light that guides my way, A steady hand, come night or day. No words could ever quite convey, The love I feel for you today.

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You are the strength that built my spine, The steady hand, the guiding line. Through silent nods and quiet care, I’ve always felt your presence there. Your lessons shaped the life I’ve led, Your words still echo in my head. Though time may change the paths we tread, You’ll always be my hero, Dad.

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Dec 20, 2024

Dec 20, 2024 at 8:17 PM UTC

To My Dad

You are the strength that built my spine, The steady hand, the guiding line. Through silent nods and quiet care, I’ve always felt your presence there. Your lessons shaped the life I’ve led, Your words still echo in my head. Though time may change the paths we tread, You’ll always be my hero, Dad.

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They call me villain, yet here I stand, No bloodied blade, no cruel hand. I see your pain, I hear your cries, In every word, a truth disguised. One day, perhaps, you'll wear this name, And feel the burn, and know the shame. For villains aren't born in shadow's hue— They're just the broken parts of you.

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Dec 20, 2024

Dec 20, 2024 at 8:14 PM UTC

Villain

They call me villain, yet here I stand, No bloodied blade, no cruel hand. I see your pain, I hear your cries, In every word, a truth disguised. One day, perhaps, you'll wear this name, And feel the burn, and know the shame. For villains aren't born in shadow's hue— They're just the broken parts of you.

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Beneath the city's glowing spire, A Christmas tree, a heart’s desire. Its branches stretch, both near and far, To hold the dreams of who we are. I gaze ahead, the season's call, For family ties, for one and all. A time to heal, to bridge the gaps, To mend the wounds of life's collapse. Our health, our hope, a shared refrain, Through remedies that soothe the pain. Traditions old, yet ever wise, A gift to help new strength arise. Together here, a spark ignites, To work, to strive, to set things right. For parents, children, lives entwined, A culture's roots, its soul defined. Beneath this tree, we stand as one, Our battles fought, our victories won. The city shines, the stars align, A brighter world, a hope divine.

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Dec 4, 2024

Dec 4, 2024 at 3:14 PM UTC

Beneath the Christmas Sky

Beneath the city's glowing spire, A Christmas tree, a heart’s desire. Its branches stretch, both near and far, To hold the dreams of who we are. I gaze ahead, the season's call, For family ties, for one and all. A time to heal, to bridge the gaps, To mend the wounds of life's collapse. Our health, our hope, a shared refrain, Through remedies that soothe the pain. Traditions old, yet ever wise, A gift to help new strength arise. Together here, a spark ignites, To work, to strive, to set things right. For parents, children, lives entwined, A culture's roots, its soul defined. Beneath this tree, we stand as one, Our battles fought, our victories won. The city shines, the stars align, A brighter world, a hope divine.

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