stephanie-grice - Hello Poetry

Mean They said I was mean But never questioned why They said I was malicious But never asked me what happened to make me that way They never saw what they did to me as wrong They never saw me Sitting at the dinner table Not angry Not mad But asked what’s wrong with your face Nothing I say But i still am told it needs to change I fake a smile I fake that it’s okay They did this to me She’s fiercely independent they tell them They see it as a problem You need to learn to work well with others I’m told As I sit alone in a house filled with people Afraid to ask for help with a homework question It’s not independence. I learned It’s grief It’s not a frown on my face It’s a stoic look I’ve mastered Because they were never there when the smile mattered It’s not mean or malicious It’s a cry A cry for a single moment to feel seen Seen for who I am not just a comparison

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Nov 2, 2025

Nov 2, 2025 at 10:12 PM UTC

They/Parents

Mean They said I was mean But never questioned why They said I was malicious But never asked me what happened to make me that way They never saw what they did to me as wrong They never saw me Sitting at the dinner table Not angry Not mad But asked what’s wrong with your face Nothing I say But i still am told it needs to change I fake a smile I fake that it’s okay They did this to me She’s fiercely independent they tell them They see it as a problem You need to learn to work well with others I’m told As I sit alone in a house filled with people Afraid to ask for help with a homework question It’s not independence. I learned It’s grief It’s not a frown on my face It’s a stoic look I’ve mastered Because they were never there when the smile mattered It’s not mean or malicious It’s a cry A cry for a single moment to feel seen Seen for who I am not just a comparison

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I rise and fall like the ocean tides I wax and wane like the moon I fall into patterns, routines Like the waves on the shore pulling me back in The moon rises fully and pushes me to shore again The ups and downs The rise and fall The nights when the moon has taken her leave Those are the nights I can finally breathe Waves crash upon me in words, riddles, and mixed signals The crescent moon giggles with pleasure as she watches the waves Pull me in and push me back again A pattern A routine The waves and the moon Slowly wrecking me

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Sep 29, 2025

Sep 29, 2025 at 9:39 PM UTC

Waves

I rise and fall like the ocean tides I wax and wane like the moon I fall into patterns, routines Like the waves on the shore pulling me back in The moon rises fully and pushes me to shore again The ups and downs The rise and fall The nights when the moon has taken her leave Those are the nights I can finally breathe Waves crash upon me in words, riddles, and mixed signals The crescent moon giggles with pleasure as she watches the waves Pull me in and push me back again A pattern A routine The waves and the moon Slowly wrecking me

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A worn string Frayed and knotted Kept tied to the finger of the puppet master Grinning as he moves their limbs Laughing, knowing he’s breaking more than just skin Double knotted around a poppets throat Wrists bound and ankles tied She couldn’t escape if she tried And so she lets him break her with every strategic move And she cant do anything except follow the lead of a worn string

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Jul 31, 2025

Jul 31, 2025 at 10:55 AM UTC

A Worn String

A worn string Frayed and knotted Kept tied to the finger of the puppet master Grinning as he moves their limbs Laughing, knowing he’s breaking more than just skin Double knotted around a poppets throat Wrists bound and ankles tied She couldn’t escape if she tried And so she lets him break her with every strategic move And she cant do anything except follow the lead of a worn string

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I. Are. Is. Why. Delay the process Slow the response time Give it a little more Run. Rip. Open. Tore Speed up your steps Quicken your pace Skip. Jump. Hop. Elevate Take it a little higher Move it up a rate Fall. Deep. Immerse. Whole. See past the present Look into the soul Question. Wonder. Imagine. Who Walk on the path Don’t go astray You don’t want to get lost Do you?

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Jul 6, 2023

Jul 6, 2023 at 10:58 PM UTC

Shut Up Brain

I. Are. Is. Why. Delay the process Slow the response time Give it a little more Run. Rip. Open. Tore Speed up your steps Quicken your pace Skip. Jump. Hop. Elevate Take it a little higher Move it up a rate Fall. Deep. Immerse. Whole. See past the present Look into the soul Question. Wonder. Imagine. Who Walk on the path Don’t go astray You don’t want to get lost Do you?

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Oh hello It’s nice to see you there Have you been watching for a while? Can you tell me what you see? Is there something I can help you with? Is there something wrong with me? I noticed a smirk A smile A impish grin I wonder what have I gotten myself in Time is relative It’s neither here nor there A day could feel like a life time with the right people But time is also not fair But what is fair? What is right and wrong? In my eyes it’s 2+2 is 4 In yours it’s 3+1 Like the cosmos We pass through each others light Atoms moving so quickly Racing through the night So hello How are you? Nice to see you there Would you come over here Would you dare?

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Jul 6, 2023

Jul 6, 2023 at 10:27 PM UTC

Nice to See You

Oh hello It’s nice to see you there Have you been watching for a while? Can you tell me what you see? Is there something I can help you with? Is there something wrong with me? I noticed a smirk A smile A impish grin I wonder what have I gotten myself in Time is relative It’s neither here nor there A day could feel like a life time with the right people But time is also not fair But what is fair? What is right and wrong? In my eyes it’s 2+2 is 4 In yours it’s 3+1 Like the cosmos We pass through each others light Atoms moving so quickly Racing through the night So hello How are you? Nice to see you there Would you come over here Would you dare?

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There's beauty in the grey sky as if it's telling us it's okay to be depressed it's okay not to be okay the world, your world will be as it should, as it will and as it needs to be as you'll survive just because it's grey outside doesn't mean your soul must die one day the sun will shine again and without your soul, you will not feel its kiss on your skin weary days come and pass you reach out to friends - to people who care to share the emotion you so profoundly feel and you wonder why it seems that everyone's grass seems more green drip from the sky water your soul and you'll be the greenest garden anyone has ever known

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May 24, 2023

May 24, 2023 at 11:57 AM UTC

The Grass Isn't Green

There's beauty in the grey sky as if it's telling us it's okay to be depressed it's okay not to be okay the world, your world will be as it should, as it will and as it needs to be as you'll survive just because it's grey outside doesn't mean your soul must die one day the sun will shine again and without your soul, you will not feel its kiss on your skin weary days come and pass you reach out to friends - to people who care to share the emotion you so profoundly feel and you wonder why it seems that everyone's grass seems more green drip from the sky water your soul and you'll be the greenest garden anyone has ever known

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Empty. my whole body is empty. my heart is sore. living in a world of dreams getting broken down everytime why Empty.

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Jan 27, 2017

Jan 27, 2017 at 7:31 PM UTC

Sadness

Empty. my whole body is empty. my heart is sore. living in a world of dreams getting broken down everytime why Empty.

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When he sleeps at night, he dreams of glorious things. Things only he knows, he can see, he's created it all for queens and kings. This night was different ,he could feel it in his bones. Effortlessly he tried to wake to be back in his home. No matter how hard he tried he could never break through, to escape this dream what could he do? He walked with Gods, not knowing his place. Wondering if there is more than just a pretty face. They were so wrapped in beauty, they did not see how much more to life there can be. He saw deeper than the skin, trying to reach the beauty within. For days he was lost in a kingdom of ghosts, created by memories of a life he knows. Asking questions, looking for a clue to fid out what he is supposed to do. Every face he see is perfect, every face is the same. His mind seemed bored, dull and plan. Among the faces he see a light surrounded by things that give him a fright. Although he's created this world for himself, something has changed. Things seem darker, more cold and the people once young have now grown so old. "Why can't you wake, what did you do, how come no one can ever see you?" He hears a voice coming from the unknown, asking him why his body isn't shown. Has has been forgotten. His glory fades, only seeing knowledge instead of being vain. These Gods don't understand, they do not see, there is more to a person than just beauty. The dream he created has become his hell,a world full of things no one would sell. Fake and lame, yet pretty as can be, he now understands why no one can see. The dream he once loved is for a boy, full of Gods and beauties, nothing more. To wake he must learn the truth. There is more to beauty and youth. He'll never truly feel until he knows beauty runs deeper than it really shows.

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May 14, 2016

May 14, 2016 at 8:05 PM UTC

Among Gods

When he sleeps at night, he dreams of glorious things. Things only he knows, he can see, he's created it all for queens and kings. This night was different ,he could feel it in his bones. Effortlessly he tried to wake to be back in his home. No matter how hard he tried he could never break through, to escape this dream what could he do? He walked with Gods, not knowing his place. Wondering if there is more than just a pretty face. They were so wrapped in beauty, they did not see how much more to life there can be. He saw deeper than the skin, trying to reach the beauty within. For days he was lost in a kingdom of ghosts, created by memories of a life he knows. Asking questions, looking for a clue to fid out what he is supposed to do. Every face he see is perfect, every face is the same. His mind seemed bored, dull and plan. Among the faces he see a light surrounded by things that give him a fright. Although he's created this world for himself, something has changed. Things seem darker, more cold and the people once young have now grown so old. "Why can't you wake, what did you do, how come no one can ever see you?" He hears a voice coming from the unknown, asking him why his body isn't shown. Has has been forgotten. His glory fades, only seeing knowledge instead of being vain. These Gods don't understand, they do not see, there is more to a person than just beauty. The dream he created has become his hell,a world full of things no one would sell. Fake and lame, yet pretty as can be, he now understands why no one can see. The dream he once loved is for a boy, full of Gods and beauties, nothing more. To wake he must learn the truth. There is more to beauty and youth. He'll never truly feel until he knows beauty runs deeper than it really shows.

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Yesterday I wanted to see how much you really mean to me I let you go Let you walk away Hoping to see You starting to walk right back to me I was wrong I didnt know What would happen when I let you go The last thing I wanted The last thing I need Is for you to never return to me

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Apr 8, 2016

Apr 8, 2016 at 10:25 AM UTC

I was wrong

Yesterday I wanted to see how much you really mean to me I let you go Let you walk away Hoping to see You starting to walk right back to me I was wrong I didnt know What would happen when I let you go The last thing I wanted The last thing I need Is for you to never return to me

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There’s nothing that I would rather do Than spend the whole night next to you Doing everything you want me to Take care of you through and through I want to dance the night away Let our bodies dance the sway Look into your eyes night and day There’s nothing I wouldn’t say Except There’s nothing that I would rather do Than spend my whole life next to you Do everything you want me to Take care of you through and though I want to make sure you’re okay Through the night and through the day Wake watching you just to say There’s nothing that I wouldn’t do To make sure that our love is true Spend every day proving to you There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you

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Mar 4, 2016

Mar 4, 2016 at 2:37 PM UTC

Nothing I'd Rather Do

There’s nothing that I would rather do Than spend the whole night next to you Doing everything you want me to Take care of you through and through I want to dance the night away Let our bodies dance the sway Look into your eyes night and day There’s nothing I wouldn’t say Except There’s nothing that I would rather do Than spend my whole life next to you Do everything you want me to Take care of you through and though I want to make sure you’re okay Through the night and through the day Wake watching you just to say There’s nothing that I wouldn’t do To make sure that our love is true Spend every day proving to you There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you

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