uRTNaintialwrites - Hello Poetry

oh, my fair maiden why thou worry? look at that lass, look how she gently pass, i envy her and i know you do it too. i could carve her image out with charcoal, let assume cuts as her kisses, recite poetry for her yet a million more all for the lady i adore so, my fair maiden your worry can be understood my worship, my love, my devotion for her can't be returned to me they are hers and hers alone though sometimes i wish i wish for that devotion to return in any form or way, in month of may or dismay, i want it to return from anyone so oh, my life has been spend in sidewalks of others, for once i would like to be the main view so fair maiden, let me worry with you

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Sep 26, 2025

Sep 26, 2025 at 3:04 AM UTC

fair maiden

oh, my fair maiden why thou worry? look at that lass, look how she gently pass, i envy her and i know you do it too. i could carve her image out with charcoal, let assume cuts as her kisses, recite poetry for her yet a million more all for the lady i adore so, my fair maiden your worry can be understood my worship, my love, my devotion for her can't be returned to me they are hers and hers alone though sometimes i wish i wish for that devotion to return in any form or way, in month of may or dismay, i want it to return from anyone so oh, my life has been spend in sidewalks of others, for once i would like to be the main view so fair maiden, let me worry with you

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the golden dust of books enticed me, it breathed and blossomed in me, i forgot what my body looked like without it. there in front of mirror i was hesitating. this new look of mine was breathtaking yet for a moment it felt agitating. such a show was put on by the ones i adored. yet what could i ever do? mixed in system, ruining my reason pacing my heart and became my identity. 'a poet' is all I'll ever be, writing, writing, writing is all i ever did, ever do and keep on doing, so if i reduce this writing of mine then it will be no shorter than of me .

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Sep 23, 2025

Sep 23, 2025 at 9:01 AM UTC

Please, don't.

the golden dust of books enticed me, it breathed and blossomed in me, i forgot what my body looked like without it. there in front of mirror i was hesitating. this new look of mine was breathtaking yet for a moment it felt agitating. such a show was put on by the ones i adored. yet what could i ever do? mixed in system, ruining my reason pacing my heart and became my identity. 'a poet' is all I'll ever be, writing, writing, writing is all i ever did, ever do and keep on doing, so if i reduce this writing of mine then it will be no shorter than of me .

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they are such fantasies of mine. Such silly fantasies of mine that i believe will come true. A boy learning wholly of literature and dictionary just to read my poems, A boy listening about every stupid thing i ever own, A boy praying that i get all alone with him. These are all fantasies or wishes to me. Which all come from a place of desperation. Of course Which fool might recite entirety of Shakespeare just to read a girl's stupid old words? Which ******* will take his precious time out to listen about birds? Oh, which buffoon will pray for me? I, whose existence lies on poetry is no show for modernity. I, whose wings are tattered will always be a shattered mirror for society.

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Sep 23, 2025

Sep 23, 2025 at 8:35 AM UTC

Which one?

they are such fantasies of mine. Such silly fantasies of mine that i believe will come true. A boy learning wholly of literature and dictionary just to read my poems, A boy listening about every stupid thing i ever own, A boy praying that i get all alone with him. These are all fantasies or wishes to me. Which all come from a place of desperation. Of course Which fool might recite entirety of Shakespeare just to read a girl's stupid old words? Which ******* will take his precious time out to listen about birds? Oh, which buffoon will pray for me? I, whose existence lies on poetry is no show for modernity. I, whose wings are tattered will always be a shattered mirror for society.

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oh my Allure, where have you gone? I've searched every heaven for you and you are here to be found. you have such radiancy people are fond of, such a magnetic force people care for, yet you whimper all day by looking at your reflection is there something wrong in your sensation? if beauty can be stolen it will be first yours to be lost. your eyes are as mystical as stories i used to read, your hair as soft as clouds i travelled by, your intelligence as vast as ocean so why do you cry at words that pass by

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Sep 20, 2025

Sep 20, 2025 at 10:44 AM UTC

get up, my allure

oh my Allure, where have you gone? I've searched every heaven for you and you are here to be found. you have such radiancy people are fond of, such a magnetic force people care for, yet you whimper all day by looking at your reflection is there something wrong in your sensation? if beauty can be stolen it will be first yours to be lost. your eyes are as mystical as stories i used to read, your hair as soft as clouds i travelled by, your intelligence as vast as ocean so why do you cry at words that pass by

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i am a coward. i admit it. a meek, a chicken, a weakling, a craven all the words which were associated with fear were associated with me too. my trembling hands go cold, numb after it stops. it feels motionless. my eyes sees vision, blurry. i stumble on ground. my legs with no ability to walk makes me sit on floor, the floor, be it cool or moderate, it always piecers my body. i lose my reason and sense. such a fear controls my body. i do not know what to call this fear.

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Sep 20, 2025

Sep 20, 2025 at 10:27 AM UTC

fear

i am a coward. i admit it. a meek, a chicken, a weakling, a craven all the words which were associated with fear were associated with me too. my trembling hands go cold, numb after it stops. it feels motionless. my eyes sees vision, blurry. i stumble on ground. my legs with no ability to walk makes me sit on floor, the floor, be it cool or moderate, it always piecers my body. i lose my reason and sense. such a fear controls my body. i do not know what to call this fear.

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how can i? i halt. my pen stops and i wonder what to write. so many mistakes, so many failures i wonder who i am. am i an example of how you should not be? am i an experiment of how lowly one can be? am i the one who is made to stray in open fields and fear? i really don't know. i question it time to time. this too, is a time like that how can i be so obtuse at times how can i abuse my life how can i be a ****** a fool, a witty ghoul all at once yet yet this always eat my eyes when i try to sleep at night

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Sep 20, 2025

Sep 20, 2025 at 10:15 AM UTC

who am i?

how can i? i halt. my pen stops and i wonder what to write. so many mistakes, so many failures i wonder who i am. am i an example of how you should not be? am i an experiment of how lowly one can be? am i the one who is made to stray in open fields and fear? i really don't know. i question it time to time. this too, is a time like that how can i be so obtuse at times how can i abuse my life how can i be a ****** a fool, a witty ghoul all at once yet yet this always eat my eyes when i try to sleep at night

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i want to whisper in your ear, so close that my warm breathe makes you tingle. i will whisper all my sweet nothings to you, those will melt right in your mouth. all my poetry is based upon you, you are sole star in my galaxy. who am i without the love i share? who am i without the love so rare? all alone i crash and rash all over the place yet it is your gaze that makes my heart race. yet again this is all a wish. a wish won't come true. so i find pleasure in wishing too.

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Sep 20, 2025

Sep 20, 2025 at 10:03 AM UTC

wishing

i want to whisper in your ear, so close that my warm breathe makes you tingle. i will whisper all my sweet nothings to you, those will melt right in your mouth. all my poetry is based upon you, you are sole star in my galaxy. who am i without the love i share? who am i without the love so rare? all alone i crash and rash all over the place yet it is your gaze that makes my heart race. yet again this is all a wish. a wish won't come true. so i find pleasure in wishing too.

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heaps of jewels reach the sky, gold dripping from scars and silver stuck to teeth. Stars in galaxy scorn over them as they laugh. I plead in silence. In dead silence. In a world of described darkness and i see them brunch. Munch. They munch on all edibles. Edibles i've heard. One by one everyone disappeared. i know the reason and the truth but could not speak up and shoot. I knew about them. I know about them.

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Sep 20, 2025

Sep 20, 2025 at 9:46 AM UTC

I know

heaps of jewels reach the sky, gold dripping from scars and silver stuck to teeth. Stars in galaxy scorn over them as they laugh. I plead in silence. In dead silence. In a world of described darkness and i see them brunch. Munch. They munch on all edibles. Edibles i've heard. One by one everyone disappeared. i know the reason and the truth but could not speak up and shoot. I knew about them. I know about them.

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out of all the people who have seen me, why did he made me feel seen? He saw me as a evergreen paradise, always beaming up to dream. He stared at me, prolonged, as i'm the ruthless star crashing through the galaxy. A thousand words of coursety, letters of love. A million actions of care, a zillion praises to drown in but why does his look of wonder fill up my anxious soul? why had he become the Sol to my Soul?

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Sep 20, 2025

Sep 20, 2025 at 9:36 AM UTC

Oh, this love

out of all the people who have seen me, why did he made me feel seen? He saw me as a evergreen paradise, always beaming up to dream. He stared at me, prolonged, as i'm the ruthless star crashing through the galaxy. A thousand words of coursety, letters of love. A million actions of care, a zillion praises to drown in but why does his look of wonder fill up my anxious soul? why had he become the Sol to my Soul?

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so my parents blabbered about how the enormous love they shared resulted me to existence. Their faces were covered with brilliant smiles and i saw love radiant in them. Though i couldn't pinpoint their pastel lies made in paradise. Those shades of blue hovered through the sky and drops of hatred made me cry. Its thunder made my ears bleed, its lightning made my eyes sore. I am no child of love. I am the child of hatred my mother bore.

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Sep 20, 2025

Sep 20, 2025 at 9:28 AM UTC

You bore

so my parents blabbered about how the enormous love they shared resulted me to existence. Their faces were covered with brilliant smiles and i saw love radiant in them. Though i couldn't pinpoint their pastel lies made in paradise. Those shades of blue hovered through the sky and drops of hatred made me cry. Its thunder made my ears bleed, its lightning made my eyes sore. I am no child of love. I am the child of hatred my mother bore.

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