#eccedentesiast - Hello Poetry

Hide behind me slowly in your smile Yield to the pain in me twisting guile Out to the In and let your spirit enter The summer of my days loves winter Something remembered look learned The smile on your face never so stern Step to the side and let me slide us by Strain to your grace in a soft as we try Then shape that feeling lost lonely do Gentle in composed survive as we rue Let the current stay, a deep undertow, Those quiet, restrained surfaces know, Almost unbearably heavy underneath, Carries the weight in you slow belieth.

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4d ago

May 30, 2026 at 2:07 PM UTC

DarrellBaughn

Hide Behind Me

Hide behind me slowly in your smile Yield to the pain in me twisting guile Out to the In and let your spirit enter The summer of my days loves winter Something remembered look learned The smile on your face never so stern Step to the side and let me slide us by Strain to your grace in a soft as we try Then shape that feeling lost lonely do Gentle in composed survive as we rue Let the current stay, a deep undertow, Those quiet, restrained surfaces know, Almost unbearably heavy underneath, Carries the weight in you slow belieth.

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acting is a lot easier than people let you believe. First you pick a person, some sort of simple, easy, fun-loving personality some range of phrases for said personality mixed in with reactions of course, and BAM you got the gist. my character is funny in the way that they're sort of me. I'm very fake. I've got this habit, you see, this habit of smiling and laughing. "it's fine, it's funny we're laughing." I'm the therapist, they come to me, I help. I collect shards and paste them together abandoning my own flayed pieces, ignoring my own shattered self. But that's okay! See that's okay!! Because J! J! J doesn't mind being stepped on! OH ** ** J DOESN'T MIND BEING USED AND TORMENTED! NO NO CONTINUE PLEASE! J doesn't MIND only being talked to when others need something! Please, go ON! Because J! J WILL LET YOU? and why? maybe it's the separation anxiety or abandonment issues or the fear of being alone in a general way or a fear of being hated maybe it's because J is so ****** use to being treated like a ******* DOORMAT! that it doesn't even phase them anymore it doesn't even matter anymore it's part of the normal world day-to-day life! . . . I smile a lot. I laugh a lot. More than most. More than I should. Some would argue that it's simply too much am I trying too hard with it? is it somehow obvious? . . . I left my first period to the bathroom. and proceeded to sit down on the hate this word and yet i couldn't cry? WHY? someone else was in the bathroom. I wanted NEEDED some sort of a break and yet J and yet I I could not give myself leniency. Even alone even if the person there didn't matter. So when she left, a shed I still could not cry and i split skin instead. I had planned it for a while nowhere near deep enough of course couldn't be caught bleeding all around the school. I had my blades in the bag, I tucked them into my pocket. some of the juice splattered itself onto tile floor onto blue jeans onto hate this word paper wrapping itself around my arms, pleading with me to please, please stop. but who the **** cares because . . . I smile a lot.

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Mar 23, 2021

Mar 23, 2021 at 9:39 AM UTC

SatansLittleStalker

eccedentesiast

acting is a lot easier than people let you believe. First you pick a person, some sort of simple, easy, fun-loving personality some range of phrases for said personality mixed in with reactions of course, and BAM you got the gist. my character is funny in the way that they're sort of me. I'm very fake. I've got this habit, you see, this habit of smiling and laughing. "it's fine, it's funny we're laughing." I'm the therapist, they come to me, I help. I collect shards and paste them together abandoning my own flayed pieces, ignoring my own shattered self. But that's okay! See that's okay!! Because J! J! J doesn't mind being stepped on! OH ** ** J DOESN'T MIND BEING USED AND TORMENTED! NO NO CONTINUE PLEASE! J doesn't MIND only being talked to when others need something! Please, go ON! Because J! J WILL LET YOU? and why? maybe it's the separation anxiety or abandonment issues or the fear of being alone in a general way or a fear of being hated maybe it's because J is so ****** use to being treated like a ******* DOORMAT! that it doesn't even phase them anymore it doesn't even matter anymore it's part of the normal world day-to-day life! . . . I smile a lot. I laugh a lot. More than most. More than I should. Some would argue that it's simply too much am I trying too hard with it? is it somehow obvious? . . . I left my first period to the bathroom. and proceeded to sit down on the hate this word and yet i couldn't cry? WHY? someone else was in the bathroom. I wanted NEEDED some sort of a break and yet J and yet I I could not give myself leniency. Even alone even if the person there didn't matter. So when she left, a shed I still could not cry and i split skin instead. I had planned it for a while nowhere near deep enough of course couldn't be caught bleeding all around the school. I had my blades in the bag, I tucked them into my pocket. some of the juice splattered itself onto tile floor onto blue jeans onto hate this word paper wrapping itself around my arms, pleading with me to please, please stop. but who the **** cares because . . . I smile a lot.

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When you said, "You're the strongest person I've ever known" I didn't understand. When you said, "You can go through a lot and still smile" I didn't understand And when you said, "You can feel pain and agony and still stand up" I didn't understand. So you held my heart and twisted it. You threw away all I loved, broke them into pieces, and never managed to pick them up. You broke silence with blood. blood that I now convert to ink. like you said, I smiled through it all. I didn't want to disappoint you.

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Mar 31, 2018

Mar 31, 2018 at 5:37 AM UTC

safetyblanket

YOU considered ME strong//

When you said, "You're the strongest person I've ever known" I didn't understand. When you said, "You can go through a lot and still smile" I didn't understand And when you said, "You can feel pain and agony and still stand up" I didn't understand. So you held my heart and twisted it. You threw away all I loved, broke them into pieces, and never managed to pick them up. You broke silence with blood. blood that I now convert to ink. like you said, I smiled through it all. I didn't want to disappoint you.

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