thepuppet - Hello Poetry

You try a little Just a little every day Take a breath and would you be surprised to find- you're all alone? You try a little Just a little every day But it's so exhausting you're eyes so weary that they begin to shut and there's a large, looming shadow- and it follows your beating heart

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Mar 6

Mar 6, 2026 at 10:18 PM UTC

Try a Little

You try a little Just a little every day Take a breath and would you be surprised to find- you're all alone? You try a little Just a little every day But it's so exhausting you're eyes so weary that they begin to shut and there's a large, looming shadow- and it follows your beating heart

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A fish out of water Trying to swim but I don't belong A fish out of water It drowns And a ship lost at sea won't survive They've just got the wrong end of the stick As if they've got their wires crossed It's like I'm drowning in a river of doubt What's the right thing to say? Haven't got a clue Is this really just all a misunderstanding?

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Jan 1

Jan 1, 2026 at 5:50 PM UTC

Misunderstanding

A fish out of water Trying to swim but I don't belong A fish out of water It drowns And a ship lost at sea won't survive They've just got the wrong end of the stick As if they've got their wires crossed It's like I'm drowning in a river of doubt What's the right thing to say? Haven't got a clue Is this really just all a misunderstanding?

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I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry

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Jan 1

Jan 1, 2026 at 5:46 PM UTC

It's okay

I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry

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18 The end of my life 18 The end of everything 18 The beginning of my life 18 The beginning of everything

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Nov 7, 2025

Nov 7, 2025 at 11:05 PM UTC

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18 The end of my life 18 The end of everything 18 The beginning of my life 18 The beginning of everything

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Utterly consuming, weaving around my body like a snake. Spiraling and spiraling until there's nothing left of me. You need to leave. You need to get away. Get away. Get away. It makes my stomach drop. "Why is this happening to me?" I ask, to whom I do not know... "I was never like this before. I could challenge the world if I wanted to. So... answer me... why? Why is this happening to me?" And yet... no matter how many times I asked, the thing would not answer. I wondered if I was dying, perhaps that was the reason why all I could feel within my body was an all-consuming feeling of dread and fear. At this point, I was begging the thing for an answer to no avail. I was hopeless, I wanted to do what I could do before. I wanted to explore, to look beyond the world, beyond the stars. But this ****** fear stopped me from doing any of that. The thing patted my head and asked me a question, "Do you think your fear is unreasonable? That it is there for no reason?" It smiled briefly before saying, "You should be grateful, for I may save your life one day."

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Aug 15, 2025

Aug 15, 2025 at 4:12 PM UTC

The Fear Inside Me part one? a short story

Utterly consuming, weaving around my body like a snake. Spiraling and spiraling until there's nothing left of me. You need to leave. You need to get away. Get away. Get away. It makes my stomach drop. "Why is this happening to me?" I ask, to whom I do not know... "I was never like this before. I could challenge the world if I wanted to. So... answer me... why? Why is this happening to me?" And yet... no matter how many times I asked, the thing would not answer. I wondered if I was dying, perhaps that was the reason why all I could feel within my body was an all-consuming feeling of dread and fear. At this point, I was begging the thing for an answer to no avail. I was hopeless, I wanted to do what I could do before. I wanted to explore, to look beyond the world, beyond the stars. But this ****** fear stopped me from doing any of that. The thing patted my head and asked me a question, "Do you think your fear is unreasonable? That it is there for no reason?" It smiled briefly before saying, "You should be grateful, for I may save your life one day."

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The river flows But not outside of me My body As much as I tell it It will not respond to my emotions As much as I cry inside It will not cry outside As much as I smile inside It will not smile outside

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Jul 21, 2025

Jul 21, 2025 at 10:03 PM UTC

Listen to me

The river flows But not outside of me My body As much as I tell it It will not respond to my emotions As much as I cry inside It will not cry outside As much as I smile inside It will not smile outside

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You take and you take. Never asking if it's okay. If I were to take and take. You'd get mad and tell me to ask. How is that fair? I smile and smile. But really I'm upset. How far I've grown. To not have hit the roof. And yet nobody notices. You take and you take. Never asking if it's okay. If I were to take and take. You'd get mad and tell me to ask. Will you ask me for my heart next?

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May 25, 2025

May 25, 2025 at 12:51 PM UTC

Taking and Taking

You take and you take. Never asking if it's okay. If I were to take and take. You'd get mad and tell me to ask. How is that fair? I smile and smile. But really I'm upset. How far I've grown. To not have hit the roof. And yet nobody notices. You take and you take. Never asking if it's okay. If I were to take and take. You'd get mad and tell me to ask. Will you ask me for my heart next?

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We beat our drums to the sound of the bell But we can not copy the sound So we'll dance, and sing in celebration For peace has finally come With the fog cleared up We can see the truth Together we wait For the islands' singing voice to sing again When the bell tolls The story will repeat again Over and over again As we sing till our voices reach the sky

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May 24, 2025

May 24, 2025 at 4:40 PM UTC

Toll of the Bell

We beat our drums to the sound of the bell But we can not copy the sound So we'll dance, and sing in celebration For peace has finally come With the fog cleared up We can see the truth Together we wait For the islands' singing voice to sing again When the bell tolls The story will repeat again Over and over again As we sing till our voices reach the sky

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Flowing across the page Everything comes to me at once The colors dance upon the paper Like a performance on a stage A dance of colors Swirling in every direction Jumping and turning Just like a little dancer I am voiceless If I had words Would they be even more beautiful? More beautiful than my words without sound? A question I have no answer to So I just let the colors dance Spinning and turning They go round and round It's such a colorful display Colors flowing across the page The colors dance upon the paper The only one in the audience is me Watching as it becomes alive My eyes grow wide It makes me want to sing a sweet symphony Aiming for the stars Had to chip away at stone Looking at how far I've grown Like a blooming garden The sun shines the brightest And the flowers will start dancing Twirling in my finger It sparks a tiny flame Growing larger And brighter As they take their final bow

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May 24, 2025

May 24, 2025 at 4:37 PM UTC

Art is a Lifeform Version 2

Flowing across the page Everything comes to me at once The colors dance upon the paper Like a performance on a stage A dance of colors Swirling in every direction Jumping and turning Just like a little dancer I am voiceless If I had words Would they be even more beautiful? More beautiful than my words without sound? A question I have no answer to So I just let the colors dance Spinning and turning They go round and round It's such a colorful display Colors flowing across the page The colors dance upon the paper The only one in the audience is me Watching as it becomes alive My eyes grow wide It makes me want to sing a sweet symphony Aiming for the stars Had to chip away at stone Looking at how far I've grown Like a blooming garden The sun shines the brightest And the flowers will start dancing Twirling in my finger It sparks a tiny flame Growing larger And brighter As they take their final bow

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Flowing across the page. Everything comes to me at once. The colors dance upon the paper. Like a performance on a stage. The only one in the audience is me. Observant and thinking about the next step. I am voiceless. So I let the dancers speak for me instead. As a voice for the voiceless. They understand my heart. Colors flowing across the page. The colors dance upon the paper. The only one in the audience is me. Watching as it becomes alive.

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May 24, 2025

May 24, 2025 at 4:37 PM UTC

Art is a Lifeform

Flowing across the page. Everything comes to me at once. The colors dance upon the paper. Like a performance on a stage. The only one in the audience is me. Observant and thinking about the next step. I am voiceless. So I let the dancers speak for me instead. As a voice for the voiceless. They understand my heart. Colors flowing across the page. The colors dance upon the paper. The only one in the audience is me. Watching as it becomes alive.

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