stillirise - Hello Poetry

I think I love when you Look into my eyes so much Because even in silence Your honesty speaks The truth in how you view me The understanding in which you see What an honor it is To be the recipient of your gaze I want to pour into your cup until It runneth over And even then I know you’d put your left hand Together with your right To catch me in the overflow For you, I can never be too much Baptize me in your holiest water I’ll hold my breath For as long as it takes And should I die before I wake What a pleasure it is To float with you

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Mar 5

Mar 5, 2026 at 9:01 PM UTC

Holy Water.

I think I love when you Look into my eyes so much Because even in silence Your honesty speaks The truth in how you view me The understanding in which you see What an honor it is To be the recipient of your gaze I want to pour into your cup until It runneth over And even then I know you’d put your left hand Together with your right To catch me in the overflow For you, I can never be too much Baptize me in your holiest water I’ll hold my breath For as long as it takes And should I die before I wake What a pleasure it is To float with you

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I really try so hard I have walked through hell in silence Reciting prayers in my head The bottoms of my feet burnt The clothes on my back singed Tears don’t even get the chance to meet the top of my cheek I keep walking Different chapters of my life Trying to prove myself I’m worthy I’m worth it I’m worthy I’m worth it And I’m the only one who sees Even blinded by the ash

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Mar 26, 2023

Mar 26, 2023 at 11:18 PM UTC

no one sees you.

I really try so hard I have walked through hell in silence Reciting prayers in my head The bottoms of my feet burnt The clothes on my back singed Tears don’t even get the chance to meet the top of my cheek I keep walking Different chapters of my life Trying to prove myself I’m worthy I’m worth it I’m worthy I’m worth it And I’m the only one who sees Even blinded by the ash

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You felt like the first sip of champagne on a Sunday morning Real crisp like The first paint stroke on a blank canvas you felt like Art So let me know Did you make it to your destination When everything went downhill Cause I’m in the same spot that you left me Listening to mix tapes with mixed feelings On the first verse of the last song I hit replay When you move I hit replay I move And hit replay You drew me close And then asked for space when I wanted to give you the galaxy Now distance Doesn’t seem so far fetched I don’t want to give up on the vision So I’ll paint you in a poem Picture perfect Maybe here we’ll last

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Sep 11, 2021

Sep 11, 2021 at 11:47 AM UTC

when u move

You felt like the first sip of champagne on a Sunday morning Real crisp like The first paint stroke on a blank canvas you felt like Art So let me know Did you make it to your destination When everything went downhill Cause I’m in the same spot that you left me Listening to mix tapes with mixed feelings On the first verse of the last song I hit replay When you move I hit replay I move And hit replay You drew me close And then asked for space when I wanted to give you the galaxy Now distance Doesn’t seem so far fetched I don’t want to give up on the vision So I’ll paint you in a poem Picture perfect Maybe here we’ll last

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I think they want to keep it a secret I don’t think they want you to know that the sun rises and sets in your soul you are the light I have always wanted and the warmth from the cold the first time we met you looked at me and I swear I saw the milky way floating on your iris’ and I haven’t stopped loving the sky ever since they don’t want you to know that God hid prophecies in your heart I heard them once when I laid on your chest you make me want to write scripture they never wanted you to know that evil trembles with every step that you take you put one foot in front of the other and it sounds like our ancestors banging drums made out of tree stumps you were never supposed to know that power is in your lips everything you speak is you, are the universe- love can you not see it, when you look in the mirror? I feel my earth shatter when you question yourself because they should have told you that you are everything capable of anything and everything is you

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Sep 19, 2020

Sep 19, 2020 at 8:21 AM UTC

now you know

I think they want to keep it a secret I don’t think they want you to know that the sun rises and sets in your soul you are the light I have always wanted and the warmth from the cold the first time we met you looked at me and I swear I saw the milky way floating on your iris’ and I haven’t stopped loving the sky ever since they don’t want you to know that God hid prophecies in your heart I heard them once when I laid on your chest you make me want to write scripture they never wanted you to know that evil trembles with every step that you take you put one foot in front of the other and it sounds like our ancestors banging drums made out of tree stumps you were never supposed to know that power is in your lips everything you speak is you, are the universe- love can you not see it, when you look in the mirror? I feel my earth shatter when you question yourself because they should have told you that you are everything capable of anything and everything is you

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if I talk to someone and they don’t answer is it considered a conversation if I talk to God and He doesn't answer is it considered a prayer how many times must I walk through the valley of the shadow of death before I fear no evil if you know my heart God why do you let it break and how many times do my fingertips have to bleed from picking up the pieces why don’t you talk back have you grown tired of my tears I memorize the lines they make on my cheeks like roadmaps that might lead me to you until they fall off the bottom of my face and dissipate on my pillow I just need an answer just one because if you don’t hear me, God I don’t think anyone ever will if I talk to someone and they don’t answer is it considered a conversation if I talk to God and He doesn’t answer is it considered a prayer

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Sep 16, 2020

Sep 16, 2020 at 7:53 PM UTC

speak.

if I talk to someone and they don’t answer is it considered a conversation if I talk to God and He doesn't answer is it considered a prayer how many times must I walk through the valley of the shadow of death before I fear no evil if you know my heart God why do you let it break and how many times do my fingertips have to bleed from picking up the pieces why don’t you talk back have you grown tired of my tears I memorize the lines they make on my cheeks like roadmaps that might lead me to you until they fall off the bottom of my face and dissipate on my pillow I just need an answer just one because if you don’t hear me, God I don’t think anyone ever will if I talk to someone and they don’t answer is it considered a conversation if I talk to God and He doesn’t answer is it considered a prayer

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I pray to God the sun can hear me When I tell it that it’s beautiful I think it’s because I know what it’s like to provide for people Who bask in my light And never bother to see me For all that I am

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Sep 1, 2020

Sep 1, 2020 at 11:01 PM UTC

sunshine

I pray to God the sun can hear me When I tell it that it’s beautiful I think it’s because I know what it’s like to provide for people Who bask in my light And never bother to see me For all that I am

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The inspiration comes in waves Sometimes It’s weak Wrapped around my ankles Begging at my feet Other times It’s strong enough to Take me under with it Filling my lungs to capacity With creativity I have no choice but to Spit When I surface

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Sep 1, 2020

Sep 1, 2020 at 11:01 PM UTC

drown

The inspiration comes in waves Sometimes It’s weak Wrapped around my ankles Begging at my feet Other times It’s strong enough to Take me under with it Filling my lungs to capacity With creativity I have no choice but to Spit When I surface

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I sit in my room and turn off the lights. Windows draped with black out curtains. My eyes are wide open, but it doesn’t make a difference. It’s the same color as when they’re closed. Most people like their canvases to be white.. But I draw better in the dark. I speak and let the words surround me until I can see them I allow them to join together in holy matrimony, I listen to them say their vows to one another, pledging the sweetest allegiance to themselves They conceive pictures that I could have never fathomed Paintings I could never draw I watch them dance all around me Vibrant So vibrant I want to touch them, but I let them be instead I can’t believe they once lived inside of me This is love This is existence This is creation I am Mother Nature.

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Sep 10, 2019

Sep 10, 2019 at 4:43 AM UTC

Creation.

I sit in my room and turn off the lights. Windows draped with black out curtains. My eyes are wide open, but it doesn’t make a difference. It’s the same color as when they’re closed. Most people like their canvases to be white.. But I draw better in the dark. I speak and let the words surround me until I can see them I allow them to join together in holy matrimony, I listen to them say their vows to one another, pledging the sweetest allegiance to themselves They conceive pictures that I could have never fathomed Paintings I could never draw I watch them dance all around me Vibrant So vibrant I want to touch them, but I let them be instead I can’t believe they once lived inside of me This is love This is existence This is creation I am Mother Nature.

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You didn’t how to swim but you couldn’t resist taking laps in between my hips Do you taste the color of my skin when you sink deep up in it? And then you float back to the surface, baptized in my purpose You praise and you worship then go back to immersion. I’m amazed by the grace on your beautiful face as you tell me about my Brown skin and the way that it tastes.

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Sep 10, 2019

Sep 10, 2019 at 4:42 AM UTC

Swim.

You didn’t how to swim but you couldn’t resist taking laps in between my hips Do you taste the color of my skin when you sink deep up in it? And then you float back to the surface, baptized in my purpose You praise and you worship then go back to immersion. I’m amazed by the grace on your beautiful face as you tell me about my Brown skin and the way that it tastes.

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I wish I could Package each and every single adjective that I have used to describe you thus far And send them to you individually So that you could have enough pieces To make a portrait Big enough to cover the entire night sky Not missing an inch So you could marvel at it the way I do When you’re feeling down And if it does nothing else I hope it makes you smile The way I do When I’m down I know I’m not a healer, and theres nothing I can fix But I am a writer So I’d like to give you this I’ve dug deep inside myself and found pieces of you buried in the depths of my heart Places I’ve never known Places I want to discover It’s funny cause I’ve started and ended this poem about 34 times. Today. Alone. I won’t address the other days. This is a simple one... I wonder if the lead in my pencil gets excited when I begin to write your name. Sometimes, I’m jealous that it’s gotten to touch you before I have.

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Sep 10, 2019

Sep 10, 2019 at 4:39 AM UTC

Delivery.

I wish I could Package each and every single adjective that I have used to describe you thus far And send them to you individually So that you could have enough pieces To make a portrait Big enough to cover the entire night sky Not missing an inch So you could marvel at it the way I do When you’re feeling down And if it does nothing else I hope it makes you smile The way I do When I’m down I know I’m not a healer, and theres nothing I can fix But I am a writer So I’d like to give you this I’ve dug deep inside myself and found pieces of you buried in the depths of my heart Places I’ve never known Places I want to discover It’s funny cause I’ve started and ended this poem about 34 times. Today. Alone. I won’t address the other days. This is a simple one... I wonder if the lead in my pencil gets excited when I begin to write your name. Sometimes, I’m jealous that it’s gotten to touch you before I have.

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