strangely-samantha - Hello Poetry

he asks me, “where did you come from?” as if he cannot believe I stand before him, some version of a dream he once had about a woman he would one day love. like I am an apparition, suddenly appeared, as if it’s the first day of my life — or maybe his. I tell him, “I crawled from the pits of hell,” with a smile, like it’s a cute joke, but there’s truth laced in the teasing. because I was forged in fire so hot it melted the joy from my heart and choked the breath from my lungs. I did claw my way out of despair. and though I’ve dusted off my shoulders, there’s still dirt buried under my nails. I am the blacksmith of my own steel, molded into a blade sharp enough to cut throats — or to slice fruit from the tree and feed you with gentle hands. and maybe that’s why he looks at me in awe, afraid that I will vanish as quickly as I appeared. so he leaves first — suddenly, in the morning — walking away as if distance will save him from catching fire, as if loving me will turn him to ash. but my fire leaves embers in the blood. he will carry the taste of me on his tongue, my breath stitched into the seams of his memory. and one night — when the world is quiet and the air tastes of smoke, he will find himself at the edge of the pit, looking for my light.

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Jul 28, 2025

Jul 28, 2025 at 10:34 AM UTC

Awe

he asks me, “where did you come from?” as if he cannot believe I stand before him, some version of a dream he once had about a woman he would one day love. like I am an apparition, suddenly appeared, as if it’s the first day of my life — or maybe his. I tell him, “I crawled from the pits of hell,” with a smile, like it’s a cute joke, but there’s truth laced in the teasing. because I was forged in fire so hot it melted the joy from my heart and choked the breath from my lungs. I did claw my way out of despair. and though I’ve dusted off my shoulders, there’s still dirt buried under my nails. I am the blacksmith of my own steel, molded into a blade sharp enough to cut throats — or to slice fruit from the tree and feed you with gentle hands. and maybe that’s why he looks at me in awe, afraid that I will vanish as quickly as I appeared. so he leaves first — suddenly, in the morning — walking away as if distance will save him from catching fire, as if loving me will turn him to ash. but my fire leaves embers in the blood. he will carry the taste of me on his tongue, my breath stitched into the seams of his memory. and one night — when the world is quiet and the air tastes of smoke, he will find himself at the edge of the pit, looking for my light.

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he shook the branches of the cherry blossom tree and as the blossoms fell around me like rain tears poured from my face maybe this is love pulling the childlike wonder from the depths of the grave in which it was buried watching it stretch and yawn finally awake again is this love? as he reaches for me like a flower leaning towards the sunlight as if he needs me to survive i think this is love the way he holds me and lets the tears fall aware of the little girl who needs to be told it’s okay to cry and so this is love petals falling from my hair gentle hands holding tight heart beats and shaky laughter sunlight through tree branches and the look in his eyes if not love, what else could it be?

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Jul 17, 2025

Jul 17, 2025 at 4:18 PM UTC

what else?

he shook the branches of the cherry blossom tree and as the blossoms fell around me like rain tears poured from my face maybe this is love pulling the childlike wonder from the depths of the grave in which it was buried watching it stretch and yawn finally awake again is this love? as he reaches for me like a flower leaning towards the sunlight as if he needs me to survive i think this is love the way he holds me and lets the tears fall aware of the little girl who needs to be told it’s okay to cry and so this is love petals falling from my hair gentle hands holding tight heart beats and shaky laughter sunlight through tree branches and the look in his eyes if not love, what else could it be?

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I swim in search of sharks and I lay down next to snakes I watch as fires burn and I beg the earth to quake I long for that sweet release and I look for an escape So I drive too fast when roads are ice and too slowly in front of trains but not "too" enough for them to notice that I'm acting ******* strange I don't want to be a tragic suicide I don't want that ******* fame so I drive too close to semis and I walk too close to roads If there happens to be an accident that means that nobody knows how consciously I've tried to die without acting on my own

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Jul 6, 2025

Jul 6, 2025 at 2:29 PM UTC

Too

I swim in search of sharks and I lay down next to snakes I watch as fires burn and I beg the earth to quake I long for that sweet release and I look for an escape So I drive too fast when roads are ice and too slowly in front of trains but not "too" enough for them to notice that I'm acting ******* strange I don't want to be a tragic suicide I don't want that ******* fame so I drive too close to semis and I walk too close to roads If there happens to be an accident that means that nobody knows how consciously I've tried to die without acting on my own

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If someone were to make you, where would they begin? Would they need a bowl, a cookie sheet, or some kind of molded tin? Would you be sweet, a little sour, or even have a kick? Would it be the knife that cut you, or the spoon from which they lick? Would they start with cream to soften, or flour to make you thick? Would the eggs just make you runny, or would they make you stick? Would you need lemon zest, or pepper flakes, or chocolate chips? Would you melt inside their mouths, or would you burn their lips? Would you rise inside an oven, or would you boil above a flame? Would they have memorized the recipe, or would they only know the name?

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Sep 20, 2022

Sep 20, 2022 at 1:32 AM UTC

A Recipe for You

If someone were to make you, where would they begin? Would they need a bowl, a cookie sheet, or some kind of molded tin? Would you be sweet, a little sour, or even have a kick? Would it be the knife that cut you, or the spoon from which they lick? Would they start with cream to soften, or flour to make you thick? Would the eggs just make you runny, or would they make you stick? Would you need lemon zest, or pepper flakes, or chocolate chips? Would you melt inside their mouths, or would you burn their lips? Would you rise inside an oven, or would you boil above a flame? Would they have memorized the recipe, or would they only know the name?

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I'm sick of burying my friends. I'm sick of saying that I'm sick of burying my friends. I'm sick of planning ******* candle light vigils. I'm sick of funerals, sick of grief, sick of the hole in my chest that keeps getting bigger. We are so young. How are so many of us already dead? Why is it that every few months, someone that I love leaves this Earth? It's not fair. I'm sick of saying it's not fair. I'm sick of "I wish i got to see you under better circumstances, but I missed you." I'm sick of crying. I'm sick of watching friends and parents and spouses and children cry. I'm sick of reminiscing on stories and looking at photos from lifetimes ago, when things were simple and we were happy. I'm sick of "they'll always be with you." I'm sick of "they live on through us." I wish they'd just live.

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Aug 5, 2022

Aug 5, 2022 at 8:48 PM UTC

Sick

I'm sick of burying my friends. I'm sick of saying that I'm sick of burying my friends. I'm sick of planning ******* candle light vigils. I'm sick of funerals, sick of grief, sick of the hole in my chest that keeps getting bigger. We are so young. How are so many of us already dead? Why is it that every few months, someone that I love leaves this Earth? It's not fair. I'm sick of saying it's not fair. I'm sick of "I wish i got to see you under better circumstances, but I missed you." I'm sick of crying. I'm sick of watching friends and parents and spouses and children cry. I'm sick of reminiscing on stories and looking at photos from lifetimes ago, when things were simple and we were happy. I'm sick of "they'll always be with you." I'm sick of "they live on through us." I wish they'd just live.

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Loving you felt like putting my shoes on the wrong feet In the way that I could still walk, but something felt off Like I was just slightly out of balance Loving you felt like waking up on the wrong side of the bed In the way that every day would start with frustration Like being alive was a challenge Loving you felt like living alone In the way that we could go hours without speaking Like I had nearly forgotten you were there Loving you felt like giving too much In the way that I poured from a Mary Poppins cup Like there was one last drop in the bottom somewhere Loving you felt like an anxiety attack In the way that air had been snatched from my lungs Like I couldn't catch my breath Loving you felt like killing myself In the way that I would have died if it meant you loved me Like Romeo and Juliet

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Feb 17, 2022

Feb 17, 2022 at 2:23 PM UTC

Loving You...

Loving you felt like putting my shoes on the wrong feet In the way that I could still walk, but something felt off Like I was just slightly out of balance Loving you felt like waking up on the wrong side of the bed In the way that every day would start with frustration Like being alive was a challenge Loving you felt like living alone In the way that we could go hours without speaking Like I had nearly forgotten you were there Loving you felt like giving too much In the way that I poured from a Mary Poppins cup Like there was one last drop in the bottom somewhere Loving you felt like an anxiety attack In the way that air had been snatched from my lungs Like I couldn't catch my breath Loving you felt like killing myself In the way that I would have died if it meant you loved me Like Romeo and Juliet

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I don't want to count the crows Don't want to focus on my woes When life has me in it's throws I don't need another omen I don't want to watch the stars And wonder where you are I'd rather you pick up the call Than hear the line ring open I don't want to hear that voice Telling me that you made a choice When we should just rejoice Instead of stand here frozen I don't want to say goodbye I want you to be alright Don't want to beg the open sky Or cry a ******* ocean I don't want to count the crows I want you to come home Without you, you must know How many hearts will be broken

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Jun 2, 2021

Jun 2, 2021 at 2:48 PM UTC

Crows

I don't want to count the crows Don't want to focus on my woes When life has me in it's throws I don't need another omen I don't want to watch the stars And wonder where you are I'd rather you pick up the call Than hear the line ring open I don't want to hear that voice Telling me that you made a choice When we should just rejoice Instead of stand here frozen I don't want to say goodbye I want you to be alright Don't want to beg the open sky Or cry a ******* ocean I don't want to count the crows I want you to come home Without you, you must know How many hearts will be broken

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It's the same broken record, why can't I take it off the track I give so much of myself and I receive nothing back Unimportant, I just want to be a priority But you always have an excuse for what you lack I must really be whack to have to beg for your attention and time Shouldn't have to ******* sit here trying to find a way to rhyme The way you make me feel like I don't matter I'm sick of the constant disappointment and asking why Don't wanna cry, don't wanna have to track you down because you lie Don't want to have to call the bartender to see if you're still inside You should just ******* keep your word I show you how much it hurts me, atleast you apologize But you don't change, the ******** stays the same The disappointment remains and I try to build a case To leave you, cut ties, move on with my life But for some God forsaken reason i need you, it's strange Why do I do this to myself? I must be crazy, I probably need some ******* help I'm disgusted by how much I love you when you leave me on a shelf To go about your day, I don't matter to you But you say I do, then you cop a ******* attitude As if I did something wrong, are you serious? You can't manipulate me I've seen all this before I know all the red flags and you're holding a lot more than I even care to ******* admit, I'm sick of it I wish I had the strength, I gave you a rock but should've told you to kick it Belligerent, at the bar all ******* hours, while I'm sitting home alone crying dreaming about the life i wish could be ours. You leave a sour taste in my mouth, my hands shake in anger over the words I can't get out I'm tired

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May 17, 2021

May 17, 2021 at 1:34 AM UTC

Tired

It's the same broken record, why can't I take it off the track I give so much of myself and I receive nothing back Unimportant, I just want to be a priority But you always have an excuse for what you lack I must really be whack to have to beg for your attention and time Shouldn't have to ******* sit here trying to find a way to rhyme The way you make me feel like I don't matter I'm sick of the constant disappointment and asking why Don't wanna cry, don't wanna have to track you down because you lie Don't want to have to call the bartender to see if you're still inside You should just ******* keep your word I show you how much it hurts me, atleast you apologize But you don't change, the ******** stays the same The disappointment remains and I try to build a case To leave you, cut ties, move on with my life But for some God forsaken reason i need you, it's strange Why do I do this to myself? I must be crazy, I probably need some ******* help I'm disgusted by how much I love you when you leave me on a shelf To go about your day, I don't matter to you But you say I do, then you cop a ******* attitude As if I did something wrong, are you serious? You can't manipulate me I've seen all this before I know all the red flags and you're holding a lot more than I even care to ******* admit, I'm sick of it I wish I had the strength, I gave you a rock but should've told you to kick it Belligerent, at the bar all ******* hours, while I'm sitting home alone crying dreaming about the life i wish could be ours. You leave a sour taste in my mouth, my hands shake in anger over the words I can't get out I'm tired

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Neon light bounce off your eyes Frames cast shadows on your face I watch you talk, and I smile Music plays loudly in this place I drown it out with such an ease Hearing your voice as clear as day Can't believe you're looking at me Sometimes I don't know what to say But today, I know, I'm the lucky one The one you've chosen to spend your time with We go out and everyone is looking at A style and class that is timeless You are kind, you are honest, and good The kind of man everyone wants to be Women fawn and stare, as they should I'm so thankful that you've chosen me

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Dec 6, 2020

Dec 6, 2020 at 10:46 PM UTC

I met you in a bar

Neon light bounce off your eyes Frames cast shadows on your face I watch you talk, and I smile Music plays loudly in this place I drown it out with such an ease Hearing your voice as clear as day Can't believe you're looking at me Sometimes I don't know what to say But today, I know, I'm the lucky one The one you've chosen to spend your time with We go out and everyone is looking at A style and class that is timeless You are kind, you are honest, and good The kind of man everyone wants to be Women fawn and stare, as they should I'm so thankful that you've chosen me

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I'm a popular monster I make you feel insane Take all these dark thoughts and place them in your brain Play them on repeat until fully ingrained Already a part of you Soon you will have no say Try not to hurt anyone so you push them away Cry about it later call and beg them all to stay Never leave your house then go online and complain Toxic validation from those who only know your name You're a popular monster They all think you're insane They laugh at all your updates They think it's all a game Projecting sense of humor when you're really filled with rage Numb yourself by scrolling you just want to feel okay Say something real, they ignore it your honesty goes to waste So you return to performing This platform is your stage I'm a popular monster I'll keep posting from your grave

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Dec 6, 2020

Dec 6, 2020 at 10:36 PM UTC

Me and My Depression Share a Facebook

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