tiktokecheasketch32 - Hello Poetry

That’s Just Real Life Funny how a front porch can turn into a memory. One day it’s laughter spilling past midnight, the next it’s a quiet plank of wood holding ghosts of conversations. Friendships don’t always explode. Most of them just… evaporate. Like rain on hot pavement— loud when it lands, gone before you realize the ground is dry. People change lanes without signaling. You’re driving the same road you always did and suddenly the car beside you is gone from the mirror. Sometimes they trade you in like an old tool in the garage— worked fine for years until they bought a shinier purpose. You start a family and the room rearranges itself. Chairs that were always filled sit empty like they were never meant for guests. Phones go quiet. Plans become “we’ll see.” And “we’ll see” becomes a locked door you knock on alone. Some people only walk beside you as long as the path points toward their destination. The moment you turn left and they wanted right, you become a stranger standing in their way. It’s strange how quickly loyalty can rust. Yesterday you were brothers. Today you’re a story they tell differently. You realize people weren’t always friends— sometimes they were just passengers riding the part of the journey that was convenient for them. And when their stop came they didn’t wave goodbye. They just stepped off and let the door close. You look around the empty seats and understand something simple, something quiet, something honest. That’s just real life.

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Mar 13

Mar 13, 2026 at 11:46 AM UTC

IRL

That’s Just Real Life Funny how a front porch can turn into a memory. One day it’s laughter spilling past midnight, the next it’s a quiet plank of wood holding ghosts of conversations. Friendships don’t always explode. Most of them just… evaporate. Like rain on hot pavement— loud when it lands, gone before you realize the ground is dry. People change lanes without signaling. You’re driving the same road you always did and suddenly the car beside you is gone from the mirror. Sometimes they trade you in like an old tool in the garage— worked fine for years until they bought a shinier purpose. You start a family and the room rearranges itself. Chairs that were always filled sit empty like they were never meant for guests. Phones go quiet. Plans become “we’ll see.” And “we’ll see” becomes a locked door you knock on alone. Some people only walk beside you as long as the path points toward their destination. The moment you turn left and they wanted right, you become a stranger standing in their way. It’s strange how quickly loyalty can rust. Yesterday you were brothers. Today you’re a story they tell differently. You realize people weren’t always friends— sometimes they were just passengers riding the part of the journey that was convenient for them. And when their stop came they didn’t wave goodbye. They just stepped off and let the door close. You look around the empty seats and understand something simple, something quiet, something honest. That’s just real life.

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Looking in the mirror, I catch myself visualizing. Achieved my short-term goals, but the long-term keeps minimizing. Spent too much time dreaming and fantasizing. Now time has passed, and I'm realizing. I make excuses that keep on penalizing. Opportunity knocks, and I'm forced to answer because— It's me on the other side, knocking until my hands hurt.

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Mar 12

Mar 12, 2026 at 2:15 PM UTC

Knock knock

Looking in the mirror, I catch myself visualizing. Achieved my short-term goals, but the long-term keeps minimizing. Spent too much time dreaming and fantasizing. Now time has passed, and I'm realizing. I make excuses that keep on penalizing. Opportunity knocks, and I'm forced to answer because— It's me on the other side, knocking until my hands hurt.

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Your time is borrowed, your breath on lease, Drifting through days that never quite cease. The clock moves forward, yet nothing is yours, Just echoes of footsteps on temporary floors. The walls that surround you, the bed where you sleep, Are pieces of stories you’ll never quite keep. You chase after meaning, but find only change, A world rearranging, distant and strange. Yet in the fleeting, a truth still remains— Life isn’t measured in assets or gains. It's laughter at midnight, the warmth of a hand, The moments uncounted that slip like the sand.

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Mar 5, 2025

Mar 5, 2025 at 12:56 PM UTC

Time 2

Your time is borrowed, your breath on lease, Drifting through days that never quite cease. The clock moves forward, yet nothing is yours, Just echoes of footsteps on temporary floors. The walls that surround you, the bed where you sleep, Are pieces of stories you’ll never quite keep. You chase after meaning, but find only change, A world rearranging, distant and strange. Yet in the fleeting, a truth still remains— Life isn’t measured in assets or gains. It's laughter at midnight, the warmth of a hand, The moments uncounted that slip like the sand.

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I watched the sands of my hourglass dwindle as time had passed, Yet still I ask where does the time go?

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Mar 5, 2025

Mar 5, 2025 at 12:49 PM UTC

Time

I watched the sands of my hourglass dwindle as time had passed, Yet still I ask where does the time go?

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I'm a child of a love that remained unwoven Every version of me never realized just how broken You can get just trying to do the right thing For your child it ain't sweet but that's the icing Sacrificing everything down to your last breath Making sure I'm taken care of even if you don't know what could happen next Give me all your love I'm selfish when it comes to happiness As long as I've been alive I feel like I hardly know you Or the things you've truly done To allow your son to see another one A day where I can play pretend nothing is wrong as long as I'm looked after Growing up I swear I've been craving laughter In the absence of it from your happy never after Little did I know I was helping decipher our next chapters Not from the rafters, but front and center Robbed your attempts to find the love of your life Thinking it was me because it's all I've ever known Fighting for your life to finally find the home You feel where you belong and I've seen you belong Decisions I've made you chose me to lean on The gravity of the situation was beyond Anything I could comprehend like we could be gone From the place I've always known as home Feel so selfish I made the decision for us to be all alone And you took me there without hesitation I often wonder if the destination I picked for us was the reason for our demonstration Why we go out of our way to make others happy I still think about it to this day When youre older you realize the power of what you say

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Sep 12, 2024

Sep 12, 2024 at 10:22 AM UTC

LDIK

I'm a child of a love that remained unwoven Every version of me never realized just how broken You can get just trying to do the right thing For your child it ain't sweet but that's the icing Sacrificing everything down to your last breath Making sure I'm taken care of even if you don't know what could happen next Give me all your love I'm selfish when it comes to happiness As long as I've been alive I feel like I hardly know you Or the things you've truly done To allow your son to see another one A day where I can play pretend nothing is wrong as long as I'm looked after Growing up I swear I've been craving laughter In the absence of it from your happy never after Little did I know I was helping decipher our next chapters Not from the rafters, but front and center Robbed your attempts to find the love of your life Thinking it was me because it's all I've ever known Fighting for your life to finally find the home You feel where you belong and I've seen you belong Decisions I've made you chose me to lean on The gravity of the situation was beyond Anything I could comprehend like we could be gone From the place I've always known as home Feel so selfish I made the decision for us to be all alone And you took me there without hesitation I often wonder if the destination I picked for us was the reason for our demonstration Why we go out of our way to make others happy I still think about it to this day When youre older you realize the power of what you say

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On a path others have paved does not ensure the road won't need work when it's your turn to use it

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Apr 23, 2024

Apr 23, 2024 at 10:01 AM UTC

Roads

On a path others have paved does not ensure the road won't need work when it's your turn to use it

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In the corridors of my mind, I dwell in shadows of fear, Bound by chains of indecision, moves I dare not steer. Yearning for paths untrodden, yet fate holds me in its grasp, Time slips through my fingers, a relentless, fleeting clasp. Once master of my moments, now a pawn in life's cruel game, Each wasted breath a currency, spent without acclaim. No riches to amass, only burdens to stack high, Ninety-nine unseen troubles, hidden from the naked eye.

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Apr 16, 2024

Apr 16, 2024 at 10:58 AM UTC

Ours

In the corridors of my mind, I dwell in shadows of fear, Bound by chains of indecision, moves I dare not steer. Yearning for paths untrodden, yet fate holds me in its grasp, Time slips through my fingers, a relentless, fleeting clasp. Once master of my moments, now a pawn in life's cruel game, Each wasted breath a currency, spent without acclaim. No riches to amass, only burdens to stack high, Ninety-nine unseen troubles, hidden from the naked eye.

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I recall the days of learning to teach, a journey on the fly, Delving into the minds of students beyond the naked eye. Words unspoken found refuge upon the written page, A former kid myself, aging with each passing stage. Uncertain at first, my purpose seemed out of reach, Focused solely on the art of crafting poetic speech. Memorable were the students, minds so malleable, Given a chance, transformations happened, session by session, palpable. One young man, a silent observer without a spoken word, Doodling on pages, where every story he'd heard. Guiding him to express the unspoken swirling in his heart, He grasped my hand, a firm shake, realizing his part. No push for attention, just relishing in the freedom's glow, A class where liberation flourished, a desire to bestow. Easing the stress of middle school, where sharp minds reside, Teaching them to tap into what I believed was art's guide. Poetry, a sanctuary, laughter withheld from judgment's grasp, Expressing love, hatred, sadness—a multifaceted clasp. Tears flowed freely as a kid spoke of his dad, In that moment, the profound power of teachers I had. A child with dyslexia, a narrative to share, Named me his favorite teacher with a tender care. A laptop program aiding his thoughts and dreams, Talent and stories emerged, beyond what it seems. Offer alternatives to learning, nurture the right mentality, Never undermine the impact, discover the key's vitality. In the realm of education, where potentials intertwine, A teacher's influence is a beacon, forever to shine.

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Feb 6, 2024

Feb 6, 2024 at 8:39 PM UTC

Teaching

I recall the days of learning to teach, a journey on the fly, Delving into the minds of students beyond the naked eye. Words unspoken found refuge upon the written page, A former kid myself, aging with each passing stage. Uncertain at first, my purpose seemed out of reach, Focused solely on the art of crafting poetic speech. Memorable were the students, minds so malleable, Given a chance, transformations happened, session by session, palpable. One young man, a silent observer without a spoken word, Doodling on pages, where every story he'd heard. Guiding him to express the unspoken swirling in his heart, He grasped my hand, a firm shake, realizing his part. No push for attention, just relishing in the freedom's glow, A class where liberation flourished, a desire to bestow. Easing the stress of middle school, where sharp minds reside, Teaching them to tap into what I believed was art's guide. Poetry, a sanctuary, laughter withheld from judgment's grasp, Expressing love, hatred, sadness—a multifaceted clasp. Tears flowed freely as a kid spoke of his dad, In that moment, the profound power of teachers I had. A child with dyslexia, a narrative to share, Named me his favorite teacher with a tender care. A laptop program aiding his thoughts and dreams, Talent and stories emerged, beyond what it seems. Offer alternatives to learning, nurture the right mentality, Never undermine the impact, discover the key's vitality. In the realm of education, where potentials intertwine, A teacher's influence is a beacon, forever to shine.

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Sipping on these moments, like you could never get enough, Let me whisper in your ear, I'll be your morning cup, Brewing a smile on your face before your eyes are open, Add a pinch of sugar, though the sweetness not important.

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Jan 31, 2024

Jan 31, 2024 at 11:52 AM UTC

Coffee in the morning

Sipping on these moments, like you could never get enough, Let me whisper in your ear, I'll be your morning cup, Brewing a smile on your face before your eyes are open, Add a pinch of sugar, though the sweetness not important.

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Why do I feel my efforts lack adequacy? As time unfolds, my vision fades progressively. ADHD complicates decisions, a challenging mission, Thoughts compete, a mental juxtaposition. Desired shots, no ammo, a mind's lonely condition, Trapped within, feeling like a personal prison. Daily, I slaughter my soul in monotonous repetition, A ghost of my aspirations, lost in the exhibition. A painted smile on a shell of what I sought, Running on empty, no gas stations in thought.

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Jan 29, 2024

Jan 29, 2024 at 6:49 PM UTC

Stuck

Why do I feel my efforts lack adequacy? As time unfolds, my vision fades progressively. ADHD complicates decisions, a challenging mission, Thoughts compete, a mental juxtaposition. Desired shots, no ammo, a mind's lonely condition, Trapped within, feeling like a personal prison. Daily, I slaughter my soul in monotonous repetition, A ghost of my aspirations, lost in the exhibition. A painted smile on a shell of what I sought, Running on empty, no gas stations in thought.

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