#bullseye - Hello Poetry

my optimism seeps like tea i sink my naive teeth into all the potent possibilities everything is in my reach i teach, i learn i leach, i unearth what do i deserve? ask myself slowly watch the flames burn i tend to i mend my words the words i speak reap the harvest of tomorrow play my own games shoot my tentative arrows bullseye when i don’t try

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Nov 26, 2025

Nov 26, 2025 at 11:32 AM UTC

munybee

Bullseye

my optimism seeps like tea i sink my naive teeth into all the potent possibilities everything is in my reach i teach, i learn i leach, i unearth what do i deserve? ask myself slowly watch the flames burn i tend to i mend my words the words i speak reap the harvest of tomorrow play my own games shoot my tentative arrows bullseye when i don’t try

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my arms around your architecture swimming spotted salamander my whimpering whispers fill your ear your emblazoned enigma bring here cupid, bullseye apple of my eye, you’re mine cupid, bullseye apple of my eye, you’re mine

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Nov 27, 2024

Nov 27, 2024 at 3:09 AM UTC

munybee

Apple of my Eye

my arms around your architecture swimming spotted salamander my whimpering whispers fill your ear your emblazoned enigma bring here cupid, bullseye apple of my eye, you’re mine cupid, bullseye apple of my eye, you’re mine

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Precise trajectories of Cherubs' projectiles Get miscalculated time to time All focus in the world doesn't guarantee a bullseye every single shot The most critical hit can be foiled by the right breeze Entry points only come into view every now and then Watching target Waiting for the right moment to release arrow into the air Helplessly flying by only to strike the person standing behind them Words of sweetest honey senselessly dripping out of the open wound Have a tendency to heal hesitantly To maximize velocity I think Cupid should upgrade his weapon to a crossbow

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May 26, 2024

May 26, 2024 at 12:45 AM UTC

AmandaKayBurke

Trajectories

Precise trajectories of Cherubs' projectiles Get miscalculated time to time All focus in the world doesn't guarantee a bullseye every single shot The most critical hit can be foiled by the right breeze Entry points only come into view every now and then Watching target Waiting for the right moment to release arrow into the air Helplessly flying by only to strike the person standing behind them Words of sweetest honey senselessly dripping out of the open wound Have a tendency to heal hesitantly To maximize velocity I think Cupid should upgrade his weapon to a crossbow

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trust: to open yourself up to be wounded to spread yourself out like a target, my heart the bullseye easy to spot easy to target easy to exert your control over why do I keep falling for it? lies disguised as something real trust: something I will not be foolish enough to give away again

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Feb 4, 2024

Feb 4, 2024 at 9:22 PM UTC

sadiegpage

I learned from my mistakes

trust: to open yourself up to be wounded to spread yourself out like a target, my heart the bullseye easy to spot easy to target easy to exert your control over why do I keep falling for it? lies disguised as something real trust: something I will not be foolish enough to give away again

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the pinpoint precision of the guessing girl, strikes the unknown part of his heart, not confused, but shocked, that his heart was brought up, not knocked.

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Sep 16, 2020

Sep 16, 2020 at 1:49 AM UTC

praypope10

kat/bullseye

the pinpoint precision of the guessing girl, strikes the unknown part of his heart, not confused, but shocked, that his heart was brought up, not knocked.

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Treat children like birds so they fly, And not like darts to hit the bullseye.

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Aug 7, 2020

Aug 7, 2020 at 9:08 AM UTC

farhan

On Children and Raising

Treat children like birds so they fly, And not like darts to hit the bullseye.

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The worst kind of pain is not what you experience head-on, but what scrapes at you, indirect hits aimed for someone else. An arrow may hit a bullseye after barely missing a tree. The arrow is sadness. It hits one person, then those connected feel the sting. Its target, was it the tree or the bullseye? The tree, barely hit, was the target. The bullseye the main sufferer, for it can’t take seeing friends weak. It absorbs its own shock, pain inflicted upon herself, the universe srtiking down on her. It cracks under suffering from the people who mean the most, who mean more to her than her own self. Chop her down, carve her out, paint a single dot on her heart, and hang her up on another tree. She feels nothing until she’s hit By the pain meant for the tree Behind her.

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Dec 9, 2014

Dec 9, 2014 at 9:52 PM UTC

ivorysmiles

Bullseye

The worst kind of pain is not what you experience head-on, but what scrapes at you, indirect hits aimed for someone else. An arrow may hit a bullseye after barely missing a tree. The arrow is sadness. It hits one person, then those connected feel the sting. Its target, was it the tree or the bullseye? The tree, barely hit, was the target. The bullseye the main sufferer, for it can’t take seeing friends weak. It absorbs its own shock, pain inflicted upon herself, the universe srtiking down on her. It cracks under suffering from the people who mean the most, who mean more to her than her own self. Chop her down, carve her out, paint a single dot on her heart, and hang her up on another tree. She feels nothing until she’s hit By the pain meant for the tree Behind her.

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