susurri - Hello Poetry

devouring is how it feels to be loved by her, only her the way you free fall enraptured in the tangles of her hair in the grip of her hands against your arms an indelible moment worth worshipping worth getting on your knees for to beg and implore without cease and hear her call out for you, only you

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Nov 19, 2025

Nov 19, 2025 at 10:58 PM UTC

enraptured

devouring is how it feels to be loved by her, only her the way you free fall enraptured in the tangles of her hair in the grip of her hands against your arms an indelible moment worth worshipping worth getting on your knees for to beg and implore without cease and hear her call out for you, only you

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So few of us left, the ones who leave a litter of thoughts in our wake—across gazes and glances, perhaps a rare scrawling of a punchy one-liner. Something like “Fear is dissatisfying.” Why didn’t you just go after what you really wanted? Or “Everything will always change.” Why do you keep holding onto what no longer exists? People will believe what they set out to believe, mishandling the truth of what is real to escape from what never was or can never be again. For the few, there is no solace in this knowledge. Only more questions leading to more questions. More thoughts against the grain.

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Jun 3, 2025

Jun 3, 2025 at 12:01 AM UTC

Delusions of Reality

So few of us left, the ones who leave a litter of thoughts in our wake—across gazes and glances, perhaps a rare scrawling of a punchy one-liner. Something like “Fear is dissatisfying.” Why didn’t you just go after what you really wanted? Or “Everything will always change.” Why do you keep holding onto what no longer exists? People will believe what they set out to believe, mishandling the truth of what is real to escape from what never was or can never be again. For the few, there is no solace in this knowledge. Only more questions leading to more questions. More thoughts against the grain.

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always bookmarking quick moments in between your smiles and laughs when your hazel eyes flicker in the light and your brown curls fall messily down when your freckles are speckles and little lashes fall on your cheek like gentle reminders of time moving somehow both fast and slow somehow never enough still, I never miss a single second and I always tell you to make a wish as I selfishly make one too nothing grand to take away from yours just a small carving of a plea to keep these quick moments for forever, as long as I can

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Dec 10, 2024

Dec 10, 2024 at 12:30 PM UTC

forever

always bookmarking quick moments in between your smiles and laughs when your hazel eyes flicker in the light and your brown curls fall messily down when your freckles are speckles and little lashes fall on your cheek like gentle reminders of time moving somehow both fast and slow somehow never enough still, I never miss a single second and I always tell you to make a wish as I selfishly make one too nothing grand to take away from yours just a small carving of a plea to keep these quick moments for forever, as long as I can

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shallow thoughts masquerading as profound praised and rejoiced by the crowd for simplicity beckons comprehension while complexity ruins false realities I find bitterness in how they sing, dance, and act real talents in camera smiles fooling everyone because they've fooled themselves hiding behind duplicity putting on a spectacular show rather than facing what lies in truth cheating themselves by burying sorrow, pain, and the desolate feelings that test their strength makes them human so few of us willing and able to face our own reckoning to bear the weight of the journey and the hope that what makes it perilous is what makes it worthwhile

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Nov 26, 2024

Nov 26, 2024 at 4:59 PM UTC

disingenuous

shallow thoughts masquerading as profound praised and rejoiced by the crowd for simplicity beckons comprehension while complexity ruins false realities I find bitterness in how they sing, dance, and act real talents in camera smiles fooling everyone because they've fooled themselves hiding behind duplicity putting on a spectacular show rather than facing what lies in truth cheating themselves by burying sorrow, pain, and the desolate feelings that test their strength makes them human so few of us willing and able to face our own reckoning to bear the weight of the journey and the hope that what makes it perilous is what makes it worthwhile

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for someone always lingering in the shadow after light how it must feel to face the sun, matching its fervent touch with infernal recognition, a compressed prism only the dark can feel

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Oct 18, 2024

Oct 18, 2024 at 6:05 PM UTC

arcane

for someone always lingering in the shadow after light how it must feel to face the sun, matching its fervent touch with infernal recognition, a compressed prism only the dark can feel

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It was a day like any day, walking nowhere in particular, when he turned to her and told her, "One day, we'll miss this moment." With that simple sentence, a murky pang of sadness settled deep inside her. He wasn't a poet, but maybe he should have been. Would we yearn for the most simple day, one day? The most mundane sunset, the walk to nowhere... Knowing that time cannot be held onto—that each day together also brought them farther apart, that they would never be as close as they were in this moment. It reminded her of a scribbled journal entry from long ago; how the happiest memories always became the saddest ones. She held his hand tighter in resignation. They continued on.

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Feb 6, 2024

Feb 6, 2024 at 2:27 PM UTC

Every Second Means Everything

It was a day like any day, walking nowhere in particular, when he turned to her and told her, "One day, we'll miss this moment." With that simple sentence, a murky pang of sadness settled deep inside her. He wasn't a poet, but maybe he should have been. Would we yearn for the most simple day, one day? The most mundane sunset, the walk to nowhere... Knowing that time cannot be held onto—that each day together also brought them farther apart, that they would never be as close as they were in this moment. It reminded her of a scribbled journal entry from long ago; how the happiest memories always became the saddest ones. She held his hand tighter in resignation. They continued on.

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pain turned into insight scorn into soft pity, yet curious how fever dreams of desire remain the same after so long, still pulling from the same well

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Dec 11, 2023

Dec 11, 2023 at 5:08 AM UTC

10 years

pain turned into insight scorn into soft pity, yet curious how fever dreams of desire remain the same after so long, still pulling from the same well

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I ponder about choice the weight of it on man for a wolf does not choose to slake its thirst unjustly and an overbearing oak does not refuse the sun yet man drinks lest he refuses demands and reasons towards the imminent dark or what’s left of the light

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Sep 4, 2023

Sep 4, 2023 at 7:53 AM UTC

dichotomy

I ponder about choice the weight of it on man for a wolf does not choose to slake its thirst unjustly and an overbearing oak does not refuse the sun yet man drinks lest he refuses demands and reasons towards the imminent dark or what’s left of the light

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I feel older lately composed of more failures and fractures than successes all the mistakes dotted together like constellations we become acutely aware of our own existence when it’s too late to go back and there’s nothing left but what’s ahead all to say that time is our one and only common denominator a heavy lesson to learn willingly or otherwise

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Jul 11, 2023

Jul 11, 2023 at 12:34 AM UTC

older

I feel older lately composed of more failures and fractures than successes all the mistakes dotted together like constellations we become acutely aware of our own existence when it’s too late to go back and there’s nothing left but what’s ahead all to say that time is our one and only common denominator a heavy lesson to learn willingly or otherwise

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she often finds herself awake in the middle of the night. solace with indigo skies. how the universe breathes the same breath as her. contracting and expanding until the hues of dark fade.

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Apr 21, 2023

Apr 21, 2023 at 4:12 AM UTC

often

she often finds herself awake in the middle of the night. solace with indigo skies. how the universe breathes the same breath as her. contracting and expanding until the hues of dark fade.

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