years - Hello Poetry

cigarette burns in my favorite sweater nasty old cough that won’t get better as above so below the smoke billows from out my coat the walls yellow to match my teeth skin that cracks like burning leaves posture like a winding tree freezing hands and weathered feet addled stance and hobbled knees the hazy memory of me is all that’s left to wander and see all that’s left to remember me

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Oct 1, 2025

Oct 1, 2025 at 7:40 PM UTC

what’s left

cigarette burns in my favorite sweater nasty old cough that won’t get better as above so below the smoke billows from out my coat the walls yellow to match my teeth skin that cracks like burning leaves posture like a winding tree freezing hands and weathered feet addled stance and hobbled knees the hazy memory of me is all that’s left to wander and see all that’s left to remember me

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guilt and shame eating to blame lack of control lack of tame the food comes in the fat puffs out if only cold turkey didn’t sound so good right now

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Jul 9, 2025

Jul 9, 2025 at 9:06 PM UTC

The Taste of Discipline

guilt and shame eating to blame lack of control lack of tame the food comes in the fat puffs out if only cold turkey didn’t sound so good right now

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“Once more unto the breach,” echoes from within. Cast away your anxious thoughts, don’t let negativity breed within your skin Only positivity from here on out, a new strategy for an old plan You are the decider of your future, you are the eye of the beholder, will this break you or make you? Only you will tell, though you are a quiet soul Soak up the rays of the sun Let the light fuel you in the hardest times Remember what it feels like For you are the quiet warrior, blood of your demons stains your sword A savage for the good of all Ghosts of the past invade gentle nightfall Remember how you conquered, never faltered, and smile The past can only persuade you to try harder, your demons are only your fodder “Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more,” gently slips through your lips Your next war draws nigh; Blood drips from fingertips

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Aug 26, 2018

Aug 26, 2018 at 4:40 AM UTC

The Quiet Warrior

“Once more unto the breach,” echoes from within. Cast away your anxious thoughts, don’t let negativity breed within your skin Only positivity from here on out, a new strategy for an old plan You are the decider of your future, you are the eye of the beholder, will this break you or make you? Only you will tell, though you are a quiet soul Soak up the rays of the sun Let the light fuel you in the hardest times Remember what it feels like For you are the quiet warrior, blood of your demons stains your sword A savage for the good of all Ghosts of the past invade gentle nightfall Remember how you conquered, never faltered, and smile The past can only persuade you to try harder, your demons are only your fodder “Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more,” gently slips through your lips Your next war draws nigh; Blood drips from fingertips

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I’ve been in the market for happiness, and I’ve decided I won’t tell life to keep the change this time Instead, I will reach into my pockets, and examine every lucky coin Keeping my restless hands at bay if I don’t like the change I received, I will flip those coins Be calmed by their gentle clinking noise I will not remain stagnant in these idle waters I will make waves I will float to the surface with the happiness I purchased with change, at peace one day

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Aug 2, 2018

Aug 2, 2018 at 6:20 PM UTC

Keep the Change

I’ve been in the market for happiness, and I’ve decided I won’t tell life to keep the change this time Instead, I will reach into my pockets, and examine every lucky coin Keeping my restless hands at bay if I don’t like the change I received, I will flip those coins Be calmed by their gentle clinking noise I will not remain stagnant in these idle waters I will make waves I will float to the surface with the happiness I purchased with change, at peace one day

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Seeing stars while standing still, There’s no denying that you’re ill, Denial persists, stabs and twists You stand in a fog a filled abyss Searching for words, but instead you just drift Empty handed time after time You feed yourself lies and pills, there’s no denying that you’re ill, More doctors than friends, you try so hard not to let the pain in Chronic or Histrionic, whose to say in the end? Rhetorical epiphanies are your oldest friend Seeing stars while standing still, The beholder’s eyes find solace in nature’s will

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Jun 21, 2018

Jun 21, 2018 at 5:10 PM UTC

Chronic or Histrionic

Seeing stars while standing still, There’s no denying that you’re ill, Denial persists, stabs and twists You stand in a fog a filled abyss Searching for words, but instead you just drift Empty handed time after time You feed yourself lies and pills, there’s no denying that you’re ill, More doctors than friends, you try so hard not to let the pain in Chronic or Histrionic, whose to say in the end? Rhetorical epiphanies are your oldest friend Seeing stars while standing still, The beholder’s eyes find solace in nature’s will

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Inside jokes, Once brought laughter to few, Confusion to many Now inside of an empty space, Bringing laughter to none, A sharp pang of pain to some Although a testament to the good times, They now only bring tears to my eyes Caught up in grieving those that still walk around I used to think mourning only grew from the other side of the ground It doesn’t take a death to wake this Banshee’s sound Her screech, a sign of a friendship put down Nothing learned nothing gained The only lesson taught was that there’s always room for more pain

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Jun 21, 2018

Jun 21, 2018 at 11:49 AM UTC

Mourning Glory

Inside jokes, Once brought laughter to few, Confusion to many Now inside of an empty space, Bringing laughter to none, A sharp pang of pain to some Although a testament to the good times, They now only bring tears to my eyes Caught up in grieving those that still walk around I used to think mourning only grew from the other side of the ground It doesn’t take a death to wake this Banshee’s sound Her screech, a sign of a friendship put down Nothing learned nothing gained The only lesson taught was that there’s always room for more pain

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Heavy hearts beat louder at night Shines a light on feelings left unidentified Damp pillows, clenched fists, the signs of bad memories, too stubborn to quit Projected onto the ceiling of my mind, A film reel plays of the times of my life Tortured history, dotted with melancholy tragedies Not a sob story, at least not yet I tuck my regrets in at night Unsure of who will get smothered first A bet I’m willing to make, if it means a nights rest

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May 4, 2018

May 4, 2018 at 8:51 PM UTC

On Loop

Heavy hearts beat louder at night Shines a light on feelings left unidentified Damp pillows, clenched fists, the signs of bad memories, too stubborn to quit Projected onto the ceiling of my mind, A film reel plays of the times of my life Tortured history, dotted with melancholy tragedies Not a sob story, at least not yet I tuck my regrets in at night Unsure of who will get smothered first A bet I’m willing to make, if it means a nights rest

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The words I seek lie beneath Row on row of ground down teeth Separating flesh from bone Burdens carried long from home Letters strung on golden thread Woven from heart, leading to head When will all the words unsaid Return from rapture; nothing left to dread

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Jan 18, 2018

Jan 18, 2018 at 1:32 AM UTC

Like Pulling Teeth

The words I seek lie beneath Row on row of ground down teeth Separating flesh from bone Burdens carried long from home Letters strung on golden thread Woven from heart, leading to head When will all the words unsaid Return from rapture; nothing left to dread

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Dandelion spirit, and a thorny rose fighter. You can't go carelessly picking up flowers without expecting one to be a biter. For every petal that wilts, you'll get a sting. Prickly thorns clinging to every single thing. Nature can be soft and sweet, but in every beautiful landscape there is a nearby guarding beast. You cannot deceive flowers, for you are already deceived. The petals sheild a warrior, and their sword is hungry to feed.

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May 11, 2017

May 11, 2017 at 5:02 PM UTC

Nature or Nurture; Think Twice Before You Hurt Her

Dandelion spirit, and a thorny rose fighter. You can't go carelessly picking up flowers without expecting one to be a biter. For every petal that wilts, you'll get a sting. Prickly thorns clinging to every single thing. Nature can be soft and sweet, but in every beautiful landscape there is a nearby guarding beast. You cannot deceive flowers, for you are already deceived. The petals sheild a warrior, and their sword is hungry to feed.

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If my heart had a lock, you wouldn't need the key. Your way with words, and gentle touch, leaves me in pure serenity. All walls fall right down, becoming one with the earth, one with the ground. Entirely exposed, no barriers left to surround, I am yours. Wrists and ankles unbound. You are all the security I need, your arms the epitome of safety. My lover, protector, and source of wonder, My heart needs no key, for you to read.

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May 3, 2017

May 3, 2017 at 3:21 AM UTC

U N L O C K E D

If my heart had a lock, you wouldn't need the key. Your way with words, and gentle touch, leaves me in pure serenity. All walls fall right down, becoming one with the earth, one with the ground. Entirely exposed, no barriers left to surround, I am yours. Wrists and ankles unbound. You are all the security I need, your arms the epitome of safety. My lover, protector, and source of wonder, My heart needs no key, for you to read.

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