trihoneexf - Hello Poetry

In a hot room surrounded by incandescent lights a buzz of the karaoke machine drowning the sound of your voice. There's a fuzz to the words you sing. There's a tv that makes you glow from behind And when the lights are off, I can only see your lines. In this hot room, I am engulfed unaware I join your sonnet The air that fills my lungs is shared as the words come for a second, The chained air connected us. As soon as I exhale, the moment is over The lights hurt my eyes, and suddenly I know for certain it's cold in the room.

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Feb 10

Feb 10, 2026 at 3:57 PM UTC

strawberry sonnet

In a hot room surrounded by incandescent lights a buzz of the karaoke machine drowning the sound of your voice. There's a fuzz to the words you sing. There's a tv that makes you glow from behind And when the lights are off, I can only see your lines. In this hot room, I am engulfed unaware I join your sonnet The air that fills my lungs is shared as the words come for a second, The chained air connected us. As soon as I exhale, the moment is over The lights hurt my eyes, and suddenly I know for certain it's cold in the room.

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I walked by our hometown. The chills ran through my hands as the soft fabric of the clothing met the cold hanger. Leaving that store surrounded by familiar faces I started to see. I walked as though you were here. Turned to cross the street looking for your car as if you still had the same one. Odd but true, the lights of your house were still on I wondered if everything is exactly where it should be. Because as I walked I knew that the distance and years could not melt away the next day. I would go to San Francisco just to hear your name. The most loved stranger I know.

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Aug 14, 2025

Aug 14, 2025 at 1:16 AM UTC

San Francisco

I walked by our hometown. The chills ran through my hands as the soft fabric of the clothing met the cold hanger. Leaving that store surrounded by familiar faces I started to see. I walked as though you were here. Turned to cross the street looking for your car as if you still had the same one. Odd but true, the lights of your house were still on I wondered if everything is exactly where it should be. Because as I walked I knew that the distance and years could not melt away the next day. I would go to San Francisco just to hear your name. The most loved stranger I know.

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Just in a gallon the smell of you on a shelf, I have lost the way back from that scent, I have grown and ached from that day, I have yearned for the scent even if I deny it. It gets me off guard when the elevator opens and the air fills my nostrils with you again. Saying hello to the past swaying away in an instant never grasping the truth.

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Dec 5, 2024

Dec 5, 2024 at 1:46 PM UTC

Detergent

Just in a gallon the smell of you on a shelf, I have lost the way back from that scent, I have grown and ached from that day, I have yearned for the scent even if I deny it. It gets me off guard when the elevator opens and the air fills my nostrils with you again. Saying hello to the past swaying away in an instant never grasping the truth.

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she works at 17 watching her mother suffer watching her sister play watching the dogs bark when the kids have had their fun and the slient day returns there’s only room for mistake as she grows older than 17 I remember that age feeling the paper like sanding paper and the flies like pigeons inside the house without money to support the whole family without a family to support the animals a dad without a job a sister without a degree and maybe her moms dreams were the only thing real

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Jun 17, 2024

Jun 17, 2024 at 3:48 AM UTC

june 17

she works at 17 watching her mother suffer watching her sister play watching the dogs bark when the kids have had their fun and the slient day returns there’s only room for mistake as she grows older than 17 I remember that age feeling the paper like sanding paper and the flies like pigeons inside the house without money to support the whole family without a family to support the animals a dad without a job a sister without a degree and maybe her moms dreams were the only thing real

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Why must god make me beautiful in the darkest places of my life. I can’t imagine peace and beauty in one place. Only melancholy and a glazed face. Why is that the puffed face red eyes, and quivering lips Get the attention of passerby’s in hope i am that art gallery. why must god make us like pearls in the night. Taken for granted, and used to bring something to the picture. Let me go of this horror and let my mind rest and rot. if all I can be is a well painted canvas, with a hole on the other side. let it be ugly then ? for that too is freedom, and beauty cannot be taken for granted without what I feel.

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Mar 28, 2024

Mar 28, 2024 at 2:27 AM UTC

must

Why must god make me beautiful in the darkest places of my life. I can’t imagine peace and beauty in one place. Only melancholy and a glazed face. Why is that the puffed face red eyes, and quivering lips Get the attention of passerby’s in hope i am that art gallery. why must god make us like pearls in the night. Taken for granted, and used to bring something to the picture. Let me go of this horror and let my mind rest and rot. if all I can be is a well painted canvas, with a hole on the other side. let it be ugly then ? for that too is freedom, and beauty cannot be taken for granted without what I feel.

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Time is a construct. When there is a certain time that comes. It obstructs our perception. We want to run away. We want to find the exit. And somehow still bring ourselves in one piece. I'm in a world that is breaking my heart.

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Mar 23, 2024

Mar 23, 2024 at 12:23 PM UTC

clepsydra

Time is a construct. When there is a certain time that comes. It obstructs our perception. We want to run away. We want to find the exit. And somehow still bring ourselves in one piece. I'm in a world that is breaking my heart.

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Looking at pictures i saw what i thought could’ve been me. I have this exact feeling over and over. Strangers and passersby yet i question the sanctity of it all. A slight hint of difference in the shape, a slight improvement on the face. Maybe the way her hair falls. It runs so deep now, but how could i have known i was next to be destroyed inside by a man that can’t hide his most ugly side.

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Feb 27, 2024

Feb 27, 2024 at 3:22 AM UTC

insecure

Looking at pictures i saw what i thought could’ve been me. I have this exact feeling over and over. Strangers and passersby yet i question the sanctity of it all. A slight hint of difference in the shape, a slight improvement on the face. Maybe the way her hair falls. It runs so deep now, but how could i have known i was next to be destroyed inside by a man that can’t hide his most ugly side.

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The dust mites like to eat. The moths like to feast. I tried to feed them I tried to give them. Glory, glory, glory can you make the gory sight go away? The mice trickled down my spine and every time the sound of wet chewing of paper wrappers under the counter, I cover my ears. I can't face the sob story. You, with your mask, so sly, Return only when I've said goodbye. When I'm fine, standing tall and true, You reappear, like a ghost, out of the blue.

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Feb 1, 2024

Feb 1, 2024 at 5:49 PM UTC

You only gave me flowers when I died

The dust mites like to eat. The moths like to feast. I tried to feed them I tried to give them. Glory, glory, glory can you make the gory sight go away? The mice trickled down my spine and every time the sound of wet chewing of paper wrappers under the counter, I cover my ears. I can't face the sob story. You, with your mask, so sly, Return only when I've said goodbye. When I'm fine, standing tall and true, You reappear, like a ghost, out of the blue.

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I just want to look into the sun sinking down. many people want run striking down. I just want to wake up to sun hear the fabulist sing and maybe know I understand. I just want to walk around the sun. I've been thinking about cycling.

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Jan 31, 2024

Jan 31, 2024 at 9:03 PM UTC

Bicycle

I just want to look into the sun sinking down. many people want run striking down. I just want to wake up to sun hear the fabulist sing and maybe know I understand. I just want to walk around the sun. I've been thinking about cycling.

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I tried again to tie my shoes I tried to not get them in the mud and I tried to be the one to tidy the sole but all over again I notice it's the same pair I've been wearing for so long.

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Jan 16, 2024

Jan 16, 2024 at 11:07 AM UTC

There's a wind

I tried again to tie my shoes I tried to not get them in the mud and I tried to be the one to tidy the sole but all over again I notice it's the same pair I've been wearing for so long.

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