weirdworld - Hello Poetry

ashed tree gouged in the center stunted and growing still one root in death, the other waiting to die

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Apr 12

Apr 12, 2026 at 2:11 AM UTC

ashed tree gouged in the center stunted and growing still one root in death, the other waiting to die

i washed my sheets of dried blood before you came, i swept away what you left behind, i returned you back to yourself. i took back whatever atoms i shed on you neatly placing them in each spot they came from. i set my bed neatly, absent of you and turned on the shower this time, to keep the sheets clean for the rest of time.

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Apr 12

Apr 12, 2026 at 2:06 AM UTC

laundry

i washed my sheets of dried blood before you came, i swept away what you left behind, i returned you back to yourself. i took back whatever atoms i shed on you neatly placing them in each spot they came from. i set my bed neatly, absent of you and turned on the shower this time, to keep the sheets clean for the rest of time.

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shedding my clothes at the end of the day ending the day for good allowing it to wash over me in the shower, in the nighttime watching my sins swirl into the drain as much iron as one knife, as much water as one person, and enough sorrow to fill one brain

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Dec 1, 2025

Dec 1, 2025 at 12:47 AM UTC

end

shedding my clothes at the end of the day ending the day for good allowing it to wash over me in the shower, in the nighttime watching my sins swirl into the drain as much iron as one knife, as much water as one person, and enough sorrow to fill one brain

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my skin is just clothes for one person my soul is the vessel for infinite clothes gaping, jagged edges in my current form spilling warm blood wherever i go my soft insides trailing behind me tearing apart with each obstacle

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Nov 30, 2025

Nov 30, 2025 at 1:29 AM UTC

guts

my skin is just clothes for one person my soul is the vessel for infinite clothes gaping, jagged edges in my current form spilling warm blood wherever i go my soft insides trailing behind me tearing apart with each obstacle

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what must i do? after being left bare stripped of all flesh and innards scooped out swaying in an empty field; what must i do? when my nerves have been burnt by the unforgiving sun, and my eyes fall to my feet from their sockets? how much longer do i need to wait? until my body disintegrates into dust and gristle, too brittle to be broken down by even the barren soil?

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Mar 1, 2024

Mar 1, 2024 at 9:39 PM UTC

betrayal

what must i do? after being left bare stripped of all flesh and innards scooped out swaying in an empty field; what must i do? when my nerves have been burnt by the unforgiving sun, and my eyes fall to my feet from their sockets? how much longer do i need to wait? until my body disintegrates into dust and gristle, too brittle to be broken down by even the barren soil?

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bending and snapping in water, like a sprout of a tree i am unused to this having grown too early i am being pulled from the roots by the current, and ****** into the gaping maw of the ocean my bark erodes away and whittles down to my core i turn into fish food and separate into microscopic pieces, until i can't feel anything anymore

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Feb 19, 2023

Feb 19, 2023 at 10:27 PM UTC

fish food

bending and snapping in water, like a sprout of a tree i am unused to this having grown too early i am being pulled from the roots by the current, and ****** into the gaping maw of the ocean my bark erodes away and whittles down to my core i turn into fish food and separate into microscopic pieces, until i can't feel anything anymore

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loosen my mind working fluid changed oiled and stinging new nettles growing up my spine need a weeding; yank them out from their roots and give them a new home in my fingertips stretch out the tendons like elastic, by plucking at them as if tuning a guitar make the world's worst song and start again as the poet born yesterday

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Nov 3, 2021

Nov 3, 2021 at 10:18 PM UTC

rebirth

loosen my mind working fluid changed oiled and stinging new nettles growing up my spine need a weeding; yank them out from their roots and give them a new home in my fingertips stretch out the tendons like elastic, by plucking at them as if tuning a guitar make the world's worst song and start again as the poet born yesterday

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stuck, bent over and stooped; ankles creaking elbows whistling, body cracking, begging to unwind. laid out to dry like strips of meat, in the unforgiving sun. made into pieces of pottery blazed in an oven and glazed once dry each limb twitching pottery pieces shaking stuck, bent over and stooped

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Jul 24, 2021

Jul 24, 2021 at 1:01 AM UTC

guess

stuck, bent over and stooped; ankles creaking elbows whistling, body cracking, begging to unwind. laid out to dry like strips of meat, in the unforgiving sun. made into pieces of pottery blazed in an oven and glazed once dry each limb twitching pottery pieces shaking stuck, bent over and stooped

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until the night stops bleeding gutted, spilling stars, gauche display it should be ashamed of itself laid bare in front of the entire universe until it stops speaking nonsense to little travellers after the sun has disappeared; until it grows wiser, knows not to open its arms so wide, as if encompassing the whole earth it should keep silent. it should not betray its secrets to every being that traipses under the treacherous sun.

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Jun 4, 2021

Jun 4, 2021 at 2:18 AM UTC

night

until the night stops bleeding gutted, spilling stars, gauche display it should be ashamed of itself laid bare in front of the entire universe until it stops speaking nonsense to little travellers after the sun has disappeared; until it grows wiser, knows not to open its arms so wide, as if encompassing the whole earth it should keep silent. it should not betray its secrets to every being that traipses under the treacherous sun.

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i am in a sea under the riverbank sat in the riverbed hands in each estuary, my hair flows through the banks of the Seine and my tears travel through the Ganges washed up on the shore with all the other weathered rocks i turn glass bottles into pebbles and smooth over my worries letting the river current cradle my sorrows gently; letting the waves bring me up to the surface and when i float i become the entire ocean.

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Dec 14, 2020

Dec 14, 2020 at 11:36 PM UTC

riverbed

i am in a sea under the riverbank sat in the riverbed hands in each estuary, my hair flows through the banks of the Seine and my tears travel through the Ganges washed up on the shore with all the other weathered rocks i turn glass bottles into pebbles and smooth over my worries letting the river current cradle my sorrows gently; letting the waves bring me up to the surface and when i float i become the entire ocean.

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