staceface - Hello Poetry

Isn't it remarkable how humans become exactly who they are meant to be - regardless of who they are taught to be?

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Apr 6

Apr 6, 2026 at 6:32 PM UTC

Isn't it remarkable how humans become exactly who they are meant to be - regardless of who they are taught to be?

It’s lip balm wiped under the hem of T shirts Hair tie donned wrists And **** skirts It’s tangles of hair dropped from the windows of cars Half finished books And tonnes of jars It’s laughing so hard you slap pillows and cry Pacts made in toilets - Friendship or die It’s sharing clothes and shoes and handbags and lipsticks Love and pain and anguish and secrets Its running together in heels towards life Feet always aching Hands holding tight

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Mar 19

Mar 19, 2026 at 7:13 AM UTC

Like a girl

It’s lip balm wiped under the hem of T shirts Hair tie donned wrists And **** skirts It’s tangles of hair dropped from the windows of cars Half finished books And tonnes of jars It’s laughing so hard you slap pillows and cry Pacts made in toilets - Friendship or die It’s sharing clothes and shoes and handbags and lipsticks Love and pain and anguish and secrets Its running together in heels towards life Feet always aching Hands holding tight

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Deep, the vibrations through my chest, I close my eyes as my body is carried on a buoyant beat, I’m mesmerised. Free from gravity I float on melodic saxophone and fluid, flowing lyrics. I am no longer of this world... I am set adrift through atmospheric bliss, suspended in time, Only words for company… And a fellow poets' soul holding my hand.

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Mar 10

Mar 10, 2026 at 4:26 PM UTC

poets adjacent

Deep, the vibrations through my chest, I close my eyes as my body is carried on a buoyant beat, I’m mesmerised. Free from gravity I float on melodic saxophone and fluid, flowing lyrics. I am no longer of this world... I am set adrift through atmospheric bliss, suspended in time, Only words for company… And a fellow poets' soul holding my hand.

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I write so my heart can speak. Under the soft glow of lamplight, my mind listens— My heart bursts with melodies, Harmonizing with my pen, Like the bow of a violin. With each draw against the paper, A verse emerges. A symphony of self takes shape, Brought to life by a hand possessed with thoughtless flow. The more I write, The sweeter the tune, The truer the lyrics, The softer my mind... The louder my heart sings— Confidently, in a cappella, Without the need for her instruments.

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Mar 2

Mar 2, 2026 at 6:35 PM UTC

Heartfelt melodies

I write so my heart can speak. Under the soft glow of lamplight, my mind listens— My heart bursts with melodies, Harmonizing with my pen, Like the bow of a violin. With each draw against the paper, A verse emerges. A symphony of self takes shape, Brought to life by a hand possessed with thoughtless flow. The more I write, The sweeter the tune, The truer the lyrics, The softer my mind... The louder my heart sings— Confidently, in a cappella, Without the need for her instruments.

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As I sit quietly in nature, So still that she mistakes me for her own reflection, I see her in her private room. My stillness dissolves the separation — unfogging the window between us. Here. Still. Observing. I see her stripped of effort, Dancing in her underwear, Singing from the depths of her heart — Hair loose. Barefoot. And as I sit, still, I begin to feel my own seams loosen.

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Mar 2

Mar 2, 2026 at 2:46 AM UTC

Dissolve

As I sit quietly in nature, So still that she mistakes me for her own reflection, I see her in her private room. My stillness dissolves the separation — unfogging the window between us. Here. Still. Observing. I see her stripped of effort, Dancing in her underwear, Singing from the depths of her heart — Hair loose. Barefoot. And as I sit, still, I begin to feel my own seams loosen.

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I was on my usual morning commute, succumbing to the ease of autopilot, when I happened to glance out my window at a magpie. Our eyes met, just for a second, and in that moment, I dissolved from mindlessness into pure joy. A smile overtook my face as I felt nothing but this beautiful creature’s gaze upon me. I felt his unbotheredness - huddled against the wind, keeping himself warm without complaint. In that micro-second of silent conversation, I sensed his quiet affinity for life—his gratitude for the earth, which, day after day, provided him with food, and for the sky, which so effortlessly offered him passage. He wastes no time lamenting, only enjoying. It was with that thought that I realised: we are the same—on a parallel commute. Him, guided by his intuition, and me by mine.

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Dec 18, 2024

Dec 18, 2024 at 8:00 PM UTC

Magpie

I was on my usual morning commute, succumbing to the ease of autopilot, when I happened to glance out my window at a magpie. Our eyes met, just for a second, and in that moment, I dissolved from mindlessness into pure joy. A smile overtook my face as I felt nothing but this beautiful creature’s gaze upon me. I felt his unbotheredness - huddled against the wind, keeping himself warm without complaint. In that micro-second of silent conversation, I sensed his quiet affinity for life—his gratitude for the earth, which, day after day, provided him with food, and for the sky, which so effortlessly offered him passage. He wastes no time lamenting, only enjoying. It was with that thought that I realised: we are the same—on a parallel commute. Him, guided by his intuition, and me by mine.

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The air is fresh The sky is clear The birds are singing The smell is pure

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Dec 18, 2024

Dec 18, 2024 at 4:21 PM UTC

Today

The air is fresh The sky is clear The birds are singing The smell is pure

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it's the strangest feeling not having anything more pressing in life than life itself...

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Dec 17, 2024

Dec 17, 2024 at 7:11 PM UTC

Strange

it's the strangest feeling not having anything more pressing in life than life itself...

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Being with her is like no other place, Like resting on a soft, buoyant cloud. As she holds me in her wise embrace, We say everything and nothing aloud. She inspires me in her steadfast grace, As she humbly absorbs my loving. She sees the pain etched upon my face, And warmly soaks in my sobbing. She accepts my faults, her heart unlaced, Our bind, like roots entwining. For we are cherished in each others trace, Our endless love, sweet, undying.

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Dec 8, 2024

Dec 8, 2024 at 6:28 PM UTC

Tree

Being with her is like no other place, Like resting on a soft, buoyant cloud. As she holds me in her wise embrace, We say everything and nothing aloud. She inspires me in her steadfast grace, As she humbly absorbs my loving. She sees the pain etched upon my face, And warmly soaks in my sobbing. She accepts my faults, her heart unlaced, Our bind, like roots entwining. For we are cherished in each others trace, Our endless love, sweet, undying.

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Consider the blooming flower, Springing to life in spring, Frolicking through sun showers, In joy the sunlight brings. Unbothered by the news, Unaware of life’s expanse, She delights in charming views, And nature’s vast immense. Her ease inspires me so, With petals raised sky-high, She dances with the breeze’s flow, Beneath an open sky. Consider the dying flower, Moving on with grace, Relishing her last sun shower, With wrinkles on her face. Content to have existed In a world of love and beauty, Her soul, at peace and lifted, Fulfilled her final duty.

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Dec 2, 2024

Dec 2, 2024 at 9:45 PM UTC

Flower

Consider the blooming flower, Springing to life in spring, Frolicking through sun showers, In joy the sunlight brings. Unbothered by the news, Unaware of life’s expanse, She delights in charming views, And nature’s vast immense. Her ease inspires me so, With petals raised sky-high, She dances with the breeze’s flow, Beneath an open sky. Consider the dying flower, Moving on with grace, Relishing her last sun shower, With wrinkles on her face. Content to have existed In a world of love and beauty, Her soul, at peace and lifted, Fulfilled her final duty.

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