#ahhhhh - Hello Poetry

I love movies It’s a great escape from reality The reality of which there is no you and me No happily ever after And I’m forever haunted by the ghost of your laughter You see in movies I can become someone else For about 1 hour and 30 minutes I dream Wishing that one day I’ll be your Evangeline That our love will paint all the colours of the wind And that we can finally see the light We’d fly and see a new world One where I am yours, and you are mine Till the end of time Because once upon a December Life welcomed you I praise God for that always It was by His grace I met you So even though the movie comes to an end And the credits start rolling I hope to see our names there Under “directed by” To indicate the start of our own universe It’d definitely be on repeat

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Mar 23

Mar 23, 2026 at 4:27 AM UTC

Cakess

take me to the movies

I love movies It’s a great escape from reality The reality of which there is no you and me No happily ever after And I’m forever haunted by the ghost of your laughter You see in movies I can become someone else For about 1 hour and 30 minutes I dream Wishing that one day I’ll be your Evangeline That our love will paint all the colours of the wind And that we can finally see the light We’d fly and see a new world One where I am yours, and you are mine Till the end of time Because once upon a December Life welcomed you I praise God for that always It was by His grace I met you So even though the movie comes to an end And the credits start rolling I hope to see our names there Under “directed by” To indicate the start of our own universe It’d definitely be on repeat

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Can he cry Knowing the winds won’t stop Feeling his heart pulse achingly Listening to the sounds in the other stalls There are others crying with him He still can’t cry Can he cry Knowing the failures will stick like duck tape Felling his snot paint his sleeves white Hugging himself in his time of fright He still won’t cry Can he cry Knowing this is one out of too many Feeling the burden settle so heavily Breathing in timing to the tapping on his knee The tears won’t come out He can’t cry Knowing it’ll always be the same Feeling the drain on his psyche Listening to the silence in the other stalls He’s still the only one And the winds still won’t stop And the clouds will pass by

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Mar 29, 2019

Mar 29, 2019 at 2:08 AM UTC

Snowrain

Math Test

Can he cry Knowing the winds won’t stop Feeling his heart pulse achingly Listening to the sounds in the other stalls There are others crying with him He still can’t cry Can he cry Knowing the failures will stick like duck tape Felling his snot paint his sleeves white Hugging himself in his time of fright He still won’t cry Can he cry Knowing this is one out of too many Feeling the burden settle so heavily Breathing in timing to the tapping on his knee The tears won’t come out He can’t cry Knowing it’ll always be the same Feeling the drain on his psyche Listening to the silence in the other stalls He’s still the only one And the winds still won’t stop And the clouds will pass by

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What is life without tragedy? I heard once, that a man with no sadness has no dignity I mean it's kinda sexist but you get the gist. I could spill my entire heart, cough it up onto the floor. But don't tell me you don't wanna keep this up a little more? like true artists we derive our beauty from our pain, and if I can be your inspiration honey then at least we didn't do this in vain. I could say so much but I'll keep my lips shut tight, I will say this though, I distinctly think about one night. It's not sad no, quite the opposite in fact after everything fell apart, in drunk and loneliness I went back. That's all I'll say, I'm pushing buttons because you're hovering over mine so slightly. God, I need to learn to be like you and sew the strings between my lips, tightly. It's sort of nice like this, artistic impression of I suppose our most honest thoughts, truthfully. For you say so little when we do talk, but boy do you ever write beautifully.

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Oct 11, 2018

Oct 11, 2018 at 1:28 AM UTC

alias-1

Untitled

What is life without tragedy? I heard once, that a man with no sadness has no dignity I mean it's kinda sexist but you get the gist. I could spill my entire heart, cough it up onto the floor. But don't tell me you don't wanna keep this up a little more? like true artists we derive our beauty from our pain, and if I can be your inspiration honey then at least we didn't do this in vain. I could say so much but I'll keep my lips shut tight, I will say this though, I distinctly think about one night. It's not sad no, quite the opposite in fact after everything fell apart, in drunk and loneliness I went back. That's all I'll say, I'm pushing buttons because you're hovering over mine so slightly. God, I need to learn to be like you and sew the strings between my lips, tightly. It's sort of nice like this, artistic impression of I suppose our most honest thoughts, truthfully. For you say so little when we do talk, but boy do you ever write beautifully.

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