#corrosion - Hello Poetry

I will make everything around me beautiful. That is not a wish. It’s a warning. You don’t get to break me quietly. You don’t get to watch me dissolve into dust and call it nature. No. If I am to decay, I will rust. Loudly. Colorfully. Unapologetically. I am not rotting. I am oxidizing. Turning damage into metal lace. Turning ruin into art. You ask why I keep butterflies in my lungs, why I let my thoughts bloom in sugar and silk. It’s because corrosion comes for the soul first, and I’ve learned how to gild my rust before it bites too deep. There are things that wanted to eat me hollow. People who whispered collapse into my seams. And I smiled, I smiled, as they watched me turn red with survival. I am not stainless. But I am steel. And if the world insists on decay, then let me corrode in gold. Let me oxidize into something so vivid it blinds the rot trying to swallow me. Everything around me will be beautiful, and it will wear its damage like crown metal blistered, breathing, alive. That is my life. That is my threat. Let it flake, let it bleed, let it shine. I will rust gloriously. And everything I touch will remember me.

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Apr 7

Apr 7, 2026 at 4:08 AM UTC

PenumbraPoet

- I Will Rust Gloriously -

I will make everything around me beautiful. That is not a wish. It’s a warning. You don’t get to break me quietly. You don’t get to watch me dissolve into dust and call it nature. No. If I am to decay, I will rust. Loudly. Colorfully. Unapologetically. I am not rotting. I am oxidizing. Turning damage into metal lace. Turning ruin into art. You ask why I keep butterflies in my lungs, why I let my thoughts bloom in sugar and silk. It’s because corrosion comes for the soul first, and I’ve learned how to gild my rust before it bites too deep. There are things that wanted to eat me hollow. People who whispered collapse into my seams. And I smiled, I smiled, as they watched me turn red with survival. I am not stainless. But I am steel. And if the world insists on decay, then let me corrode in gold. Let me oxidize into something so vivid it blinds the rot trying to swallow me. Everything around me will be beautiful, and it will wear its damage like crown metal blistered, breathing, alive. That is my life. That is my threat. Let it flake, let it bleed, let it shine. I will rust gloriously. And everything I touch will remember me.

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The mirror is a farce, a myth, a crook Look. Really! Our reflection is always exposed to our imaginative creations, concoctions, and corrosions. There is power in a refraction. See whatever you want coz wer all blind anyway.

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Feb 11, 2019

Feb 11, 2019 at 7:27 PM UTC

nja

The Mirror is a Crook.

The mirror is a farce, a myth, a crook Look. Really! Our reflection is always exposed to our imaginative creations, concoctions, and corrosions. There is power in a refraction. See whatever you want coz wer all blind anyway.

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This is my shelter My helter skelter So tear me from the lonely diversion, as I am the melting corrosion This is my place My ugly face I fall to the angry sea, as a withered man, I plead This is my view, My broken pew, I cross my broken fingers, as time spent and destiny lingers This is my penitence, My own resistance I am not strong because I am weak as life stops, I can not speak

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Sep 23, 2015

Sep 23, 2015 at 9:43 AM UTC

silent-screams

Withered Man

This is my shelter My helter skelter So tear me from the lonely diversion, as I am the melting corrosion This is my place My ugly face I fall to the angry sea, as a withered man, I plead This is my view, My broken pew, I cross my broken fingers, as time spent and destiny lingers This is my penitence, My own resistance I am not strong because I am weak as life stops, I can not speak

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Blame is a corrosive projection of Ego.

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May 5, 2015

May 5, 2015 at 2:29 PM UTC

Anubis-the-Philosomancer

Let's Make Blame Obsolete

Blame is a corrosive projection of Ego.

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"you'll never find someone who'll love you the way I did" God, I hope I don't . you loved me in a way that made my insides corrosive and that's probably why I felt as cold and empty as a church confessional when you entered .

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Mar 25, 2015

Mar 25, 2015 at 4:21 AM UTC

andractive

conquer corrosion

"you'll never find someone who'll love you the way I did" God, I hope I don't . you loved me in a way that made my insides corrosive and that's probably why I felt as cold and empty as a church confessional when you entered .

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Glimpsed of innocence Casually met Words from strangers A lot in common Wine and smiles Unsolicited lies Cool distaste Remnants of disrespect Cracks in the ice The inevitable rift Fragmented faces The corrosion of moments.

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Oct 5, 2014

Oct 5, 2014 at 12:24 AM UTC

kenneth-walter-simpson

Conviviality

Glimpsed of innocence Casually met Words from strangers A lot in common Wine and smiles Unsolicited lies Cool distaste Remnants of disrespect Cracks in the ice The inevitable rift Fragmented faces The corrosion of moments.

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