#accountable - Hello Poetry

I won't be anyone If I can't be who I am And I won't stand in front of you Until me being there Helps you to be there too At least, that's what I tell myself While hiding from the truth If I just gave myself time Everything One more try There's been meaning in my life even when I just survived And I need to stop believing it When my head had said It meant I wasn't alive Nothing was ever wasted Named my bruises when I fell And just because I'm sick again Doesn't mean I can't get well

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Nov 16, 2025

Nov 16, 2025 at 12:54 AM UTC

learningfromlosing

Not yet

I won't be anyone If I can't be who I am And I won't stand in front of you Until me being there Helps you to be there too At least, that's what I tell myself While hiding from the truth If I just gave myself time Everything One more try There's been meaning in my life even when I just survived And I need to stop believing it When my head had said It meant I wasn't alive Nothing was ever wasted Named my bruises when I fell And just because I'm sick again Doesn't mean I can't get well

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Cheddar cheese on the map – It’s a chassit You have shown cheesy cap – I have read it Have you warned it’s a trap – Or you made it? Marygoldish motel – You have planned it Mini-Min, leading mice Takes to maze Micy-Mice follows up So amazed Chinny chin as appeared – Jaw in stress Sharpen teeth, strengthen tech Hit by mace How old were you then While singing “Nineteen”? Poison ivy or Carrie Or someone between All these questions are better Left with no answer Neither soil needs no nails Nor graveyard – no dancers Oh, the girl Mississippi born ranger Take your time Reconsidering strangers Take your time Contemplating the worlds Hence, accountable For believes, deeds and words

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Nov 7, 2025

Nov 7, 2025 at 5:30 PM UTC

sulaymansalim

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Cheddar cheese on the map – It’s a chassit You have shown cheesy cap – I have read it Have you warned it’s a trap – Or you made it? Marygoldish motel – You have planned it Mini-Min, leading mice Takes to maze Micy-Mice follows up So amazed Chinny chin as appeared – Jaw in stress Sharpen teeth, strengthen tech Hit by mace How old were you then While singing “Nineteen”? Poison ivy or Carrie Or someone between All these questions are better Left with no answer Neither soil needs no nails Nor graveyard – no dancers Oh, the girl Mississippi born ranger Take your time Reconsidering strangers Take your time Contemplating the worlds Hence, accountable For believes, deeds and words

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Hello hello, Welcome to the show Good luck getting through the impossible to get through MO One long typo A hypocritical, defeatist manifesto More stupid than ****** Misplaced gusto, SUP BRO?! Possible becomes unreachable then unthinkable Undeniable failure is sure to follow First name familiar with the mental hospital A revolving door install Biggest chart right up toward the front of the file being that it's alphabetical A tragic life, only ironically comical Spine stained yellow Same as the teeth, thanks Marlboro A nose incased in a thick brown crust on the face, smack dab in the middle Cornered with a dunce cap and a little bit of spittle Condition has always been critical I do take it personal Can't show, can't let them know it hurts even a little A forgettable imbecile with a needless purpose and a fleeting soul Held accountable but it's not balanced or rational Equal? I guess maybe, but not equal to anything favorable Decent into madness unavoidable Some of you are only here for the spectacle Swerling around the bottom of the toilet bowl Forced sabbatical Out of sight, out of mind so I've band all travel Departure and arrival Business and commercial An attempt at better has been abysmal Wouldn't have made it past the pilot if it were a show You would just know it was shiit though from the overflow "You've made your choice" but not by choice, it's never that simple ©2024

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Jan 31, 2024

Jan 31, 2024 at 6:35 PM UTC

bettsjc187

~•§•~ Is it Ever that Simple? ~•§•~

Hello hello, Welcome to the show Good luck getting through the impossible to get through MO One long typo A hypocritical, defeatist manifesto More stupid than ****** Misplaced gusto, SUP BRO?! Possible becomes unreachable then unthinkable Undeniable failure is sure to follow First name familiar with the mental hospital A revolving door install Biggest chart right up toward the front of the file being that it's alphabetical A tragic life, only ironically comical Spine stained yellow Same as the teeth, thanks Marlboro A nose incased in a thick brown crust on the face, smack dab in the middle Cornered with a dunce cap and a little bit of spittle Condition has always been critical I do take it personal Can't show, can't let them know it hurts even a little A forgettable imbecile with a needless purpose and a fleeting soul Held accountable but it's not balanced or rational Equal? I guess maybe, but not equal to anything favorable Decent into madness unavoidable Some of you are only here for the spectacle Swerling around the bottom of the toilet bowl Forced sabbatical Out of sight, out of mind so I've band all travel Departure and arrival Business and commercial An attempt at better has been abysmal Wouldn't have made it past the pilot if it were a show You would just know it was shiit though from the overflow "You've made your choice" but not by choice, it's never that simple ©2024

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With the flippant fear of a proudly clueless onlooker, another forgettable observer I stare out over the breaking waves to see if I can't see a few things clearer In a sense in search of innocents and the essence of this monstrous heckler I've been entrusted to not only tame but conquer Maybe find bits and pieces of meaning here or there for this opaque character and it's seemingly insignificant blip on life's radar They say all of our lives are important and as a whole they are, for sure, but A life, singular, doesn't even measure On a timeline reaching back past the beginning of forever to the outer limits of what we know so far it can't possibly matter Somewhere in there is an answer but I swear, don't let it be just another jump scare I can bare no more, take me outta here becomes the newly revised prayer screamed into the ether I'm not the star here, nor did I properly prepare for the cameo roll in my own B movie disaster picture. I've done what was asked of me even when not fare, even as the nightmare went unchecked, haunting my every endeavor. If this is expected to go on for the foreseeable future how much of my downfall am I going to be held accountable for? Every battle the same as the one before, it can be torcher but y'all clap with the desire for an encore Like your entertainment and the roar of the crowd is what I'm just barley holding on for Then the face of an absent father figure puts a untimely hand on my shoulder, a whisper of congrats for making it though yet another war That's every **** day sir, so excuse me for not going out of my way to carpe any of those diems mother fuucker At the same time I was so sure that I was finally able to procure the mindset to endure my own lour But nobody seemed to eager to tell me that reality is a relentless attention ***** Making sure to hide the shore and provide only a broken ore to navigate a sea of insecure insecurities hell bent on devouring my core Can't help but to take a little more than a fare share when there's so much dispair and dispair is their preferred flavor And that's what I'm in store for, give or take some gore just to mitigate the bore Remove all signs of the cancer and watch the stock soar, can't prosper dragging a dead weight anchor Cut ties and wave goodbye to the failure, take out the pinch hitter cause that personality wasn't any better A life changer for the better, now willing and wanting to keep score as a reminder of how bad it was before Never again let the dark passenger take the wheel and steer, unless it's to steer clear Forget looking backward, remove the rearview mirror and note the side mirror as truth, the atrocities are far closer than they appear Tossin' small bits of anarchy out the driver side window, flipping the bird and quoting the Raven, "nevermore." But I forgot why for ©2022

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Oct 24, 2022

Oct 24, 2022 at 3:12 PM UTC

bettsjc187

~•§•~ Unchecked Nightmare ~•§•~

With the flippant fear of a proudly clueless onlooker, another forgettable observer I stare out over the breaking waves to see if I can't see a few things clearer In a sense in search of innocents and the essence of this monstrous heckler I've been entrusted to not only tame but conquer Maybe find bits and pieces of meaning here or there for this opaque character and it's seemingly insignificant blip on life's radar They say all of our lives are important and as a whole they are, for sure, but A life, singular, doesn't even measure On a timeline reaching back past the beginning of forever to the outer limits of what we know so far it can't possibly matter Somewhere in there is an answer but I swear, don't let it be just another jump scare I can bare no more, take me outta here becomes the newly revised prayer screamed into the ether I'm not the star here, nor did I properly prepare for the cameo roll in my own B movie disaster picture. I've done what was asked of me even when not fare, even as the nightmare went unchecked, haunting my every endeavor. If this is expected to go on for the foreseeable future how much of my downfall am I going to be held accountable for? Every battle the same as the one before, it can be torcher but y'all clap with the desire for an encore Like your entertainment and the roar of the crowd is what I'm just barley holding on for Then the face of an absent father figure puts a untimely hand on my shoulder, a whisper of congrats for making it though yet another war That's every **** day sir, so excuse me for not going out of my way to carpe any of those diems mother fuucker At the same time I was so sure that I was finally able to procure the mindset to endure my own lour But nobody seemed to eager to tell me that reality is a relentless attention ***** Making sure to hide the shore and provide only a broken ore to navigate a sea of insecure insecurities hell bent on devouring my core Can't help but to take a little more than a fare share when there's so much dispair and dispair is their preferred flavor And that's what I'm in store for, give or take some gore just to mitigate the bore Remove all signs of the cancer and watch the stock soar, can't prosper dragging a dead weight anchor Cut ties and wave goodbye to the failure, take out the pinch hitter cause that personality wasn't any better A life changer for the better, now willing and wanting to keep score as a reminder of how bad it was before Never again let the dark passenger take the wheel and steer, unless it's to steer clear Forget looking backward, remove the rearview mirror and note the side mirror as truth, the atrocities are far closer than they appear Tossin' small bits of anarchy out the driver side window, flipping the bird and quoting the Raven, "nevermore." But I forgot why for ©2022

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Depression you hear is deep in my gut I feel it I know it ain’t clear The message is rough Dismiss it my life is turmoil Crashing and burning all around me Think I’m about to fly I hug the ground A different kind of landing Tell my mama that I’m sorry Tell my brother I was too week Tell my little sister she’s a queen and never ever do this Walk in the footsteps of our forefathers I’m a bad imitation About to finish of my sermon Place it under my phone, passwords deactivated Because I want someone to know I want someone to care I went everyone to learn 4 tick to midnight, I hear it ring last chance maybe god still loves me Maybe someone remembered my name Maybe someone is reaching out to me Stop, hold on. I pick up... Hello there I was looking to speak with Mr kingsley In regards to the newest and peep peep peep I hung the phone I hung my soul I hung. Rex Verum Regem TFK

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Jul 18, 2018

Jul 18, 2018 at 1:08 AM UTC

Rex

Minds Heart ❣

Depression you hear is deep in my gut I feel it I know it ain’t clear The message is rough Dismiss it my life is turmoil Crashing and burning all around me Think I’m about to fly I hug the ground A different kind of landing Tell my mama that I’m sorry Tell my brother I was too week Tell my little sister she’s a queen and never ever do this Walk in the footsteps of our forefathers I’m a bad imitation About to finish of my sermon Place it under my phone, passwords deactivated Because I want someone to know I want someone to care I went everyone to learn 4 tick to midnight, I hear it ring last chance maybe god still loves me Maybe someone remembered my name Maybe someone is reaching out to me Stop, hold on. I pick up... Hello there I was looking to speak with Mr kingsley In regards to the newest and peep peep peep I hung the phone I hung my soul I hung. Rex Verum Regem TFK

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Practice accountability so I can Take control of my story and Visualize what I need to Build a discipline of conscious decisions that Value the resource rich life of Leaning into what matters most of all Includes stretching myself in sticky situations to Create healthy relationships with boundaries that Support each individual and forming stronger bonds so when I am Aware of the lack I can be Grateful for the abundance.

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Jun 29, 2018

Jun 29, 2018 at 8:18 PM UTC

Loviedo

Accountable

Practice accountability so I can Take control of my story and Visualize what I need to Build a discipline of conscious decisions that Value the resource rich life of Leaning into what matters most of all Includes stretching myself in sticky situations to Create healthy relationships with boundaries that Support each individual and forming stronger bonds so when I am Aware of the lack I can be Grateful for the abundance.

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When do you find the urge to write? Often I am asked after someone has given a poem or two a pass. When I need to I reply, which isn't far from the truth and isn't a lie. So why now? Why continue utterances to crowds of one hundred and ninety six and feel ashamed when my heart speaks before my filter hits. I guess it goes back to my urge to write To let it all out. I can't bare these feelings alone so I put them out to scouts. Hoping that someone can see That I am not the representation of insanity That I know you want me all to be. I am afraid. Like a child in many ways. I don't enjoy not knowing what's ahead Which is why I have found myself closer to dead. I reach too far and I assume Rain sleet or shine, Doesn't matter I won't see flowers bloom. And this is the persistent gloom. That weighs on a soul like a scary cartoon. I had a lot I could have turned out all right. **** look at my past: one thing I know is fight. But every battle takes its toll And exponentially it seems i'm missing the bowl. Ironically now I am level headed Clean shaven Warm But by no means in heaven. Perhaps for people like me Who won't accept mediocrity There are but few retreats And hello poetry is a good one for me.

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Apr 4, 2018

Apr 4, 2018 at 5:40 PM UTC

cameron-banowsky

Ironically, now

When do you find the urge to write? Often I am asked after someone has given a poem or two a pass. When I need to I reply, which isn't far from the truth and isn't a lie. So why now? Why continue utterances to crowds of one hundred and ninety six and feel ashamed when my heart speaks before my filter hits. I guess it goes back to my urge to write To let it all out. I can't bare these feelings alone so I put them out to scouts. Hoping that someone can see That I am not the representation of insanity That I know you want me all to be. I am afraid. Like a child in many ways. I don't enjoy not knowing what's ahead Which is why I have found myself closer to dead. I reach too far and I assume Rain sleet or shine, Doesn't matter I won't see flowers bloom. And this is the persistent gloom. That weighs on a soul like a scary cartoon. I had a lot I could have turned out all right. **** look at my past: one thing I know is fight. But every battle takes its toll And exponentially it seems i'm missing the bowl. Ironically now I am level headed Clean shaven Warm But by no means in heaven. Perhaps for people like me Who won't accept mediocrity There are but few retreats And hello poetry is a good one for me.

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