#beingused - Hello Poetry

You have brought me joy. You have brought me pain. I have nothing to gain. I'm just a pen to you. Losing ink as you write. I have no might, to say I'm not alright. I love you till I sink, even if you waste my ink.

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5d ago

May 30, 2026 at 12:37 AM UTC

Torres912

Wasted ink

You have brought me joy. You have brought me pain. I have nothing to gain. I'm just a pen to you. Losing ink as you write. I have no might, to say I'm not alright. I love you till I sink, even if you waste my ink.

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I hate giving you the satisfaction of seeing me like this. I called you at 3 in the morning thinking maybe, for once, I could still be something good to you. Something useful. But it was all ******** You used to call those girls stupid. Now I’m one of them too. Was I ever different to you? Or did you just know the right words for every girl who wanted to feel chosen? You made me feel special like it meant something permanent. Like I wasn’t replaceable. But where were you when everything became real? You said it was true love. I think true love would’ve stayed. Now I keep thinking beauty is just another way to be consumed. All beautiful girls think they’re loved. The truth is people love looking at them. Not knowing them. Not keeping them. You become a body first. A person later. Maybe never. I wish I were smarter than this. Smarter than waiting. Smarter than believing you. My head is full of paranoia and doubt. Every memory feels poisoned now. I wish I had never met you again. Some things don’t heal. They just learn how to stay quiet.

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May 26

May 26, 2026 at 5:17 PM UTC

Rory111

All beautiful girls think theyre loved

I hate giving you the satisfaction of seeing me like this. I called you at 3 in the morning thinking maybe, for once, I could still be something good to you. Something useful. But it was all ******** You used to call those girls stupid. Now I’m one of them too. Was I ever different to you? Or did you just know the right words for every girl who wanted to feel chosen? You made me feel special like it meant something permanent. Like I wasn’t replaceable. But where were you when everything became real? You said it was true love. I think true love would’ve stayed. Now I keep thinking beauty is just another way to be consumed. All beautiful girls think they’re loved. The truth is people love looking at them. Not knowing them. Not keeping them. You become a body first. A person later. Maybe never. I wish I were smarter than this. Smarter than waiting. Smarter than believing you. My head is full of paranoia and doubt. Every memory feels poisoned now. I wish I had never met you again. Some things don’t heal. They just learn how to stay quiet.

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Hello everyone, I'm so very sorry … I feel horrible doing this, but I have no choice. You see, I have published my first book on Amazon/Kindle! This piece (and many others) had to be taken down because they do not allow published material to be available online for free. (Go figure) I wanted to leave the shell of the posts because I felt compelled to leave all your helpful and loving comments. (Silly sentimental, I know), but I also didn't want to just have the pieces disappear without an explanation. I feel bad enough as it is! I owe ALL of you so, SO much for all of your reads, love, and support. It was YOU that gave me the gumption to FINALLY get off my **** and publish! Thank you all for the warm comments, camaraderie, and encouragement! I will still be here, reading, uploading and just being the Rascal that I am. How could I EVER leave you guys? The book is called “The Way I See It – FictionPhilosophySoul Food” and it will be FREE for the first few days on Kindle Select, so watch for it, if you are interested. I hope that you go and grab it. If you do, I would also hope that you find it worthy, you would leave me a good review. That will help me get in the public eye! Soon afterwards (2-3 days or so), it will be available in paperback. I will be building my Author page tonight (12/21/2018) and my website finished first thing Monday! Find the book(s) here: www.amazon.com/author/jeff.gaines Or find the book(s), and all about me, here: www.JeffGaines.world Soon after, I also hope to have my first novel (a supernatural thriller), called “Wanderer” available as well! Wish me luck! Big, Biggest Love, Jeff Gaines

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May 3, 2018

May 3, 2018 at 7:00 AM UTC

Jeff-Gaines

Tools

Hello everyone, I'm so very sorry … I feel horrible doing this, but I have no choice. You see, I have published my first book on Amazon/Kindle! This piece (and many others) had to be taken down because they do not allow published material to be available online for free. (Go figure) I wanted to leave the shell of the posts because I felt compelled to leave all your helpful and loving comments. (Silly sentimental, I know), but I also didn't want to just have the pieces disappear without an explanation. I feel bad enough as it is! I owe ALL of you so, SO much for all of your reads, love, and support. It was YOU that gave me the gumption to FINALLY get off my **** and publish! Thank you all for the warm comments, camaraderie, and encouragement! I will still be here, reading, uploading and just being the Rascal that I am. How could I EVER leave you guys? The book is called “The Way I See It – FictionPhilosophySoul Food” and it will be FREE for the first few days on Kindle Select, so watch for it, if you are interested. I hope that you go and grab it. If you do, I would also hope that you find it worthy, you would leave me a good review. That will help me get in the public eye! Soon afterwards (2-3 days or so), it will be available in paperback. I will be building my Author page tonight (12/21/2018) and my website finished first thing Monday! Find the book(s) here: www.amazon.com/author/jeff.gaines Or find the book(s), and all about me, here: www.JeffGaines.world Soon after, I also hope to have my first novel (a supernatural thriller), called “Wanderer” available as well! Wish me luck! Big, Biggest Love, Jeff Gaines

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Hello everyone, I'm so very sorry … I feel horrible doing this, but I have no choice. You see, I have published my first book on Amazon/Kindle! This piece (and many others) had to be taken down because they do not allow published material to be available online for free. (Go figure) I wanted to leave the shell of the posts because I felt compelled to leave all your helpful and loving comments. (Silly sentimental, I know), but I also didn't want to just have the pieces disappear without an explanation. I feel bad enough as it is! I owe ALL of you so, SO much for all of your reads, love, and support. It was YOU that gave me the gumption to FINALLY get off my **** and publish! Thank you all for the warm comments, camaraderie, and encouragement! I will still be here, reading, uploading and just being the Rascal that I am. How could I EVER leave you guys? The book is called “The Way I See It – FictionPhilosophySoul Food” and it will be FREE for the first few days on Kindle Select, so watch for it, if you are interested. I hope that you go and grab it. If you do, I would also hope that you find it worthy, you would leave me a good review. That will help me get in the public eye! Soon afterward (2-3 days or so), it will be available in paperback. Find the book(s) here: www.amazon.com/author/jeff.gaines Or find the book(s), and all about me, here: www.JeffGaines.world Soon after, I also hope to have my first novel (a supernatural thriller), called “Wanderer” available as well! Wish me luck! Big, Biggest Love, Jeff Gaines

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Feb 26, 2018

Feb 26, 2018 at 5:57 PM UTC

Jeff-Gaines

Sonder

Hello everyone, I'm so very sorry … I feel horrible doing this, but I have no choice. You see, I have published my first book on Amazon/Kindle! This piece (and many others) had to be taken down because they do not allow published material to be available online for free. (Go figure) I wanted to leave the shell of the posts because I felt compelled to leave all your helpful and loving comments. (Silly sentimental, I know), but I also didn't want to just have the pieces disappear without an explanation. I feel bad enough as it is! I owe ALL of you so, SO much for all of your reads, love, and support. It was YOU that gave me the gumption to FINALLY get off my **** and publish! Thank you all for the warm comments, camaraderie, and encouragement! I will still be here, reading, uploading and just being the Rascal that I am. How could I EVER leave you guys? The book is called “The Way I See It – FictionPhilosophySoul Food” and it will be FREE for the first few days on Kindle Select, so watch for it, if you are interested. I hope that you go and grab it. If you do, I would also hope that you find it worthy, you would leave me a good review. That will help me get in the public eye! Soon afterward (2-3 days or so), it will be available in paperback. Find the book(s) here: www.amazon.com/author/jeff.gaines Or find the book(s), and all about me, here: www.JeffGaines.world Soon after, I also hope to have my first novel (a supernatural thriller), called “Wanderer” available as well! Wish me luck! Big, Biggest Love, Jeff Gaines

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I feel like a kitchen appliance Being used until the newest model comes in from Amazon, So someone else can steal the Amazon prime light away from your matchstick way Lighting up the darkest of nights Melting my worries away I used to be that way, I look shiny And irreplaceable I never thought you could replace something irreplaceable until I don't know now? And maybe sure, My cable is freighted My blue eyes have more luggage than what it first came here with It feels like there's more instructions, More problems Probably So now I see this familiar box Amazon prime logo ready at hand Knowing that this night is will be my last This one has brown eyes And it's cables aren't freighted Like how you left me jaded That one won't be outdated, right? So as you pry me from my throne I hold as hard as I can Freighted cable holding onto the wall With all of my might Knowing that the only thing that is irreplaceable Is you.

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Oct 11, 2017

Oct 11, 2017 at 8:18 PM UTC

jason-cirkovic

Pry

I feel like a kitchen appliance Being used until the newest model comes in from Amazon, So someone else can steal the Amazon prime light away from your matchstick way Lighting up the darkest of nights Melting my worries away I used to be that way, I look shiny And irreplaceable I never thought you could replace something irreplaceable until I don't know now? And maybe sure, My cable is freighted My blue eyes have more luggage than what it first came here with It feels like there's more instructions, More problems Probably So now I see this familiar box Amazon prime logo ready at hand Knowing that this night is will be my last This one has brown eyes And it's cables aren't freighted Like how you left me jaded That one won't be outdated, right? So as you pry me from my throne I hold as hard as I can Freighted cable holding onto the wall With all of my might Knowing that the only thing that is irreplaceable Is you.

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Clocks beat their incessant rhythm; time told by ticks you hear, time is the air you breathe, time is the harder push and kick under water. I am acutely aware of the struggle, the weight of water above, suffocating, and the darkness below. When I see you turn and stare, a smile dusted with sugar and sprinkles, I know it’s too late; the ticking stopped. I’m pinned to a board for you, splayed in compromising ways, all the colours and lines, shapes and textures of my soul laid bare beneath the glass. Pinned to a board, your personal butterfly, wings open and stabbed through with pins. This is how love gone wrong makes you feel. This is what being horribly open makes you realise. You are on display; kindnesses and sins, inked like sacred tattoos all over. You are the expert, judging my form. You are the clever enthusiast, reshaping my design, new pins, new stabs, as you replace the glass before my eyes again. Hopelessly trapped in your hands, quaking like a captured bird, I can’t even move my arms to cover the crude scratched markings, bright red scissor marks across my thighs. They speak of pain, heart ache, loneliness, sadness; emotional rollercoasters, betrayal, silent tears, self punishment. Heartbreak mostly. Over you. This is how anxiety kills. The constant glass window you place me so nicely under is more toxic than you know. It keeps me locked under an icy glow. I’m pinned so I can’t break your gaze; you may not think it much but I’m lost in such a tearful craze. Please stop hurting me, please stop viewing me. I’m open and raw and cut, lying like a dead specimen; you took it all from me when you said I love you. Place me out of sight, just for a little while. Let me keep my secrets, let me keep my shelter; the safe where I throw all the torments because I don’t want you to see them. If you loved me, I wouldn’t have to be your dead butterfly. I’d be fluttering at your ear, a sweet brief presence, a coloured blur, lost in the air, free in seconds. If you loved me, let me go.

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Aug 3, 2016

Aug 3, 2016 at 6:15 PM UTC

tamara-fraser

A Study of Butterflies

Clocks beat their incessant rhythm; time told by ticks you hear, time is the air you breathe, time is the harder push and kick under water. I am acutely aware of the struggle, the weight of water above, suffocating, and the darkness below. When I see you turn and stare, a smile dusted with sugar and sprinkles, I know it’s too late; the ticking stopped. I’m pinned to a board for you, splayed in compromising ways, all the colours and lines, shapes and textures of my soul laid bare beneath the glass. Pinned to a board, your personal butterfly, wings open and stabbed through with pins. This is how love gone wrong makes you feel. This is what being horribly open makes you realise. You are on display; kindnesses and sins, inked like sacred tattoos all over. You are the expert, judging my form. You are the clever enthusiast, reshaping my design, new pins, new stabs, as you replace the glass before my eyes again. Hopelessly trapped in your hands, quaking like a captured bird, I can’t even move my arms to cover the crude scratched markings, bright red scissor marks across my thighs. They speak of pain, heart ache, loneliness, sadness; emotional rollercoasters, betrayal, silent tears, self punishment. Heartbreak mostly. Over you. This is how anxiety kills. The constant glass window you place me so nicely under is more toxic than you know. It keeps me locked under an icy glow. I’m pinned so I can’t break your gaze; you may not think it much but I’m lost in such a tearful craze. Please stop hurting me, please stop viewing me. I’m open and raw and cut, lying like a dead specimen; you took it all from me when you said I love you. Place me out of sight, just for a little while. Let me keep my secrets, let me keep my shelter; the safe where I throw all the torments because I don’t want you to see them. If you loved me, I wouldn’t have to be your dead butterfly. I’d be fluttering at your ear, a sweet brief presence, a coloured blur, lost in the air, free in seconds. If you loved me, let me go.

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