#firstperson - Hello Poetry

Look... Its been some long days followed by some short nights, These days are just some short rounds in a long fight, There's been mad short comings - come complete with long suffering, Some **** rips and a spliff got my brain buffering, I refuse to stand in place - Imma forever have past due posture fees, I guess all my earnings come at the end - like an apostrophe. See I'm trying to turn all my "soon"s into "finally's, Despite Mfs speaking spitefully privately, I'm trying to be an icon - Loved and hated like Guy Fieri, I'm a Ferrari, but I been gassing me with the wrong oil, I wanted to blow, but the fire was too loo for my water to boil, I wanted to grow, but I was kicking it in the wrong soil, I was too busy confusing movement with motion, I was stepping out of line, parading feelings as emotions, I was cashing in, mistaking value with pricing, I was crapping out, was venting with my vices, I been salivating for my salvation, I been gravitating towards gratitude, and delayed gratification, I been avoiding altercations, and elevating towards elation, Cause listen.. I been off my mission, I been consistently inconsistent, I been reminiscing, Been making **** the opposite of simplistic, I been in-opportunistic, I been devastated and dilapidated, I been a lil faded and I been feeling ill-fated, I been a victim of ill-will and I'm feelin irritated, I been reaching to be featured, I been over dozing. I been living for the moment. Been under pressure and my fears be over-reaching, **** be unprecedented, I be leaning towards impeachment. It might not change **** but it sure does help to talk about it, All them nights I sat up in my bed and thought bout it, Ring around the Rhonda Rousey to all them bouts i fought bout it, I'm Jerry Rice but lousy, to all the flack i caught bout it, Frequent failure miles for all the flack I caught bout it, They telling me I'm Black then why i feel Golden? They telling me its cap - is that why i feel goated? Hardly ever pressed - is that why i never folded? Wake me from this nap- its time i smelled the Folgers. I wanna be filled the same way that i be pourin'.. Rich spirit with the survival skills of a poor man, I been getting grilled and knocked the **** out like George Foreman, And It gotta be skills the way that i be poor man, I'm in the business of building, ****** keep ******* up my floor plans, Can't let **** pass me by or am i destined to be a doorman? I'm at the right address but its safe to say I'm on the far side, I need to see the real , not just mirages and facades..

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Oct 12, 2023

Oct 12, 2023 at 2:51 AM UTC

Legendary_Lox

L00K

Look... Its been some long days followed by some short nights, These days are just some short rounds in a long fight, There's been mad short comings - come complete with long suffering, Some **** rips and a spliff got my brain buffering, I refuse to stand in place - Imma forever have past due posture fees, I guess all my earnings come at the end - like an apostrophe. See I'm trying to turn all my "soon"s into "finally's, Despite Mfs speaking spitefully privately, I'm trying to be an icon - Loved and hated like Guy Fieri, I'm a Ferrari, but I been gassing me with the wrong oil, I wanted to blow, but the fire was too loo for my water to boil, I wanted to grow, but I was kicking it in the wrong soil, I was too busy confusing movement with motion, I was stepping out of line, parading feelings as emotions, I was cashing in, mistaking value with pricing, I was crapping out, was venting with my vices, I been salivating for my salvation, I been gravitating towards gratitude, and delayed gratification, I been avoiding altercations, and elevating towards elation, Cause listen.. I been off my mission, I been consistently inconsistent, I been reminiscing, Been making **** the opposite of simplistic, I been in-opportunistic, I been devastated and dilapidated, I been a lil faded and I been feeling ill-fated, I been a victim of ill-will and I'm feelin irritated, I been reaching to be featured, I been over dozing. I been living for the moment. Been under pressure and my fears be over-reaching, **** be unprecedented, I be leaning towards impeachment. It might not change **** but it sure does help to talk about it, All them nights I sat up in my bed and thought bout it, Ring around the Rhonda Rousey to all them bouts i fought bout it, I'm Jerry Rice but lousy, to all the flack i caught bout it, Frequent failure miles for all the flack I caught bout it, They telling me I'm Black then why i feel Golden? They telling me its cap - is that why i feel goated? Hardly ever pressed - is that why i never folded? Wake me from this nap- its time i smelled the Folgers. I wanna be filled the same way that i be pourin'.. Rich spirit with the survival skills of a poor man, I been getting grilled and knocked the **** out like George Foreman, And It gotta be skills the way that i be poor man, I'm in the business of building, ****** keep ******* up my floor plans, Can't let **** pass me by or am i destined to be a doorman? I'm at the right address but its safe to say I'm on the far side, I need to see the real , not just mirages and facades..

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Gasping relentlessly praying for air I leave my body as though I'm not there I look upon my mangled corps barely breaking overwhelming force Blood paints the arena I fear my time is neigh I slowly slip away blinded by the light In this time of vicious onslaught Memories flash before me bringing me away from here shrouding me with inner peace Strings of familiar words begin dancing in my head tonged by those who have always lent helping hand "What are you doing?" "Get on Your feet!!!" **" **** it up and drive on!!"** "FIGHT!" The moment is now silenced beget a ringing in my ear my vision fades to grey the man that stands before me prey I reanimate as a legion of the dead my lungs no longer draw breath nor thoughts within my head A smile bares As I throw him off My reddened teeth lead my assault ONE TWO AGAIN AND AGAIN Enraged fever bolstering my hands A shadow of a man sways and drops my thirst is quenched my furry paused I reflect a moment as I hear the ring Again I stand In Victory

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Apr 23, 2015

Apr 23, 2015 at 9:54 PM UTC

ryan-clark

Victory III

Gasping relentlessly praying for air I leave my body as though I'm not there I look upon my mangled corps barely breaking overwhelming force Blood paints the arena I fear my time is neigh I slowly slip away blinded by the light In this time of vicious onslaught Memories flash before me bringing me away from here shrouding me with inner peace Strings of familiar words begin dancing in my head tonged by those who have always lent helping hand "What are you doing?" "Get on Your feet!!!" **" **** it up and drive on!!"** "FIGHT!" The moment is now silenced beget a ringing in my ear my vision fades to grey the man that stands before me prey I reanimate as a legion of the dead my lungs no longer draw breath nor thoughts within my head A smile bares As I throw him off My reddened teeth lead my assault ONE TWO AGAIN AND AGAIN Enraged fever bolstering my hands A shadow of a man sways and drops my thirst is quenched my furry paused I reflect a moment as I hear the ring Again I stand In Victory

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Hey, you! Yes, the one who's reading this piece You found that first line attractive, didn't you? If not, wouldn't you have already withdrew? Nonetheless, please keep up with my caprice Are you perhaps interested in this? How the words bleed out of someone's dull mind? Or how they are delicately designed? How delightful, what an elegant bliss! Do someone or something interest thee? A passion, a hobby, or a lover? Or a secret waiting to uncover? Let me unfold each one and set them free Did you ever wish to read people's thoughts? What they think or how they feel about you? Do they look at you the same way you do? Maybe tying unintentional knots? Let me guess, you envy this person, right? Despite telling yourself that you're enough? Acting tough and yet your head's filled with bluffs Am I wrong? I hit the nail this time, right? Wait, maybe you're interested on how This poem will eventually conclude, no? But hey, the more you see, the less you know Maybe it's better if you cease right now Hey, why are you still reading? I said stop Still interested on how things will go? Hey, tell me, are you still up for the show? Well then, be succumbed in the thoughts I'll drop Are you interested with the writer? Yes, with me, you didn't read that wrong, sweetie The way I'll play with your mind, how pretty Careful, don't let your interest wither Hey, actually I'm now interested With your thoughts and if you want to do things With the consequences of binding strings Let's take risks, with nothing prohibited Meet me, dear, at the back of the building Let's play hide and seek under shady trees Catch my lips with thy kiss in the cold breeze And let ourselves burn, our morals wilting With all said, let me tell you this, honey I'm willing to keep you interested Abandon all your dignity, honey And I'll surely keep you interested

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Jul 1, 2019

Jul 1, 2019 at 7:07 AM UTC

pulang_syela

Interested

Hey, you! Yes, the one who's reading this piece You found that first line attractive, didn't you? If not, wouldn't you have already withdrew? Nonetheless, please keep up with my caprice Are you perhaps interested in this? How the words bleed out of someone's dull mind? Or how they are delicately designed? How delightful, what an elegant bliss! Do someone or something interest thee? A passion, a hobby, or a lover? Or a secret waiting to uncover? Let me unfold each one and set them free Did you ever wish to read people's thoughts? What they think or how they feel about you? Do they look at you the same way you do? Maybe tying unintentional knots? Let me guess, you envy this person, right? Despite telling yourself that you're enough? Acting tough and yet your head's filled with bluffs Am I wrong? I hit the nail this time, right? Wait, maybe you're interested on how This poem will eventually conclude, no? But hey, the more you see, the less you know Maybe it's better if you cease right now Hey, why are you still reading? I said stop Still interested on how things will go? Hey, tell me, are you still up for the show? Well then, be succumbed in the thoughts I'll drop Are you interested with the writer? Yes, with me, you didn't read that wrong, sweetie The way I'll play with your mind, how pretty Careful, don't let your interest wither Hey, actually I'm now interested With your thoughts and if you want to do things With the consequences of binding strings Let's take risks, with nothing prohibited Meet me, dear, at the back of the building Let's play hide and seek under shady trees Catch my lips with thy kiss in the cold breeze And let ourselves burn, our morals wilting With all said, let me tell you this, honey I'm willing to keep you interested Abandon all your dignity, honey And I'll surely keep you interested

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I want to not be me I'm a boring girl you see So put me in the world of fantasy A girl with better hair A maiden true and fair Who caught her hero in a love affair Perhaps an edgy girl Who hates the whole **** world A badass princess of the underworld By putting on a mask I'm put up to the task Of becoming whoever they may ask So uncanny and strange So quick to simply change Yet pretending to be perfect all the same I wish to be perfect No matter the effect And my reality I do reject

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Feb 20, 2019

Feb 20, 2019 at 8:27 PM UTC

Alchemspiracy

Self Insert

I want to not be me I'm a boring girl you see So put me in the world of fantasy A girl with better hair A maiden true and fair Who caught her hero in a love affair Perhaps an edgy girl Who hates the whole **** world A badass princess of the underworld By putting on a mask I'm put up to the task Of becoming whoever they may ask So uncanny and strange So quick to simply change Yet pretending to be perfect all the same I wish to be perfect No matter the effect And my reality I do reject

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I’ll always be the poet but never the muse and very rarely is there an inkling for anybody to wonder about me as I splash ink across blank pages, amid the sheer chaos of sorrow and tranquil solitude. For somebody to feel each character, pulsing through their veins, losing their breath as I run through their minds with heavy hands and fingers that twitch in the same way that mine do. With emotions like an ocean that I can no longer mute or the sharp edge on the tip of my tongue that bleeds every last syllable that echoes silently, the ball-point tip that illustrates each pronunciation that slices through paper like a blade. Nobody has ever twisted my name between metaphors in the same slight manner that I do theirs or felt the lyrics to a love song coursing through their body. I’m never the topic of choice but rather the broken genius behind hidden artifacts. Always the antagonist but never quite the protagonist. She who shall not be named, the unmentionable mystery that crafts paragraphs from concepts, the storyteller but never the topic, building herself upon beginnings and endings. I’ll always be the poet but never the muse, pouring out my guarded heart and offering a glass to whoever will listen.

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Mar 7, 2018

Mar 7, 2018 at 2:18 PM UTC

callmesisixo

The Poet

I’ll always be the poet but never the muse and very rarely is there an inkling for anybody to wonder about me as I splash ink across blank pages, amid the sheer chaos of sorrow and tranquil solitude. For somebody to feel each character, pulsing through their veins, losing their breath as I run through their minds with heavy hands and fingers that twitch in the same way that mine do. With emotions like an ocean that I can no longer mute or the sharp edge on the tip of my tongue that bleeds every last syllable that echoes silently, the ball-point tip that illustrates each pronunciation that slices through paper like a blade. Nobody has ever twisted my name between metaphors in the same slight manner that I do theirs or felt the lyrics to a love song coursing through their body. I’m never the topic of choice but rather the broken genius behind hidden artifacts. Always the antagonist but never quite the protagonist. She who shall not be named, the unmentionable mystery that crafts paragraphs from concepts, the storyteller but never the topic, building herself upon beginnings and endings. I’ll always be the poet but never the muse, pouring out my guarded heart and offering a glass to whoever will listen.

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i am the sweeping grey i am the cool mercurial rays i am the fleeting warmth before your shiver the endless shades of silver i am the gently listing fingers of the over burdened sky i am the rumbling locus of depth and density the softly meandering incorporeality i am the dissipating shade and almost silence.

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Jul 16, 2017

Jul 16, 2017 at 4:33 PM UTC

art-fredericks

almost silence

i am the sweeping grey i am the cool mercurial rays i am the fleeting warmth before your shiver the endless shades of silver i am the gently listing fingers of the over burdened sky i am the rumbling locus of depth and density the softly meandering incorporeality i am the dissipating shade and almost silence.

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I knew when I met those bright blue eyes that I was gonna somehow dim them I just didn’t know how yet She’s had this boyfriend since freshman year But I’ve always found pleasure in taking what’s not mine So that’s what I did I took her—I took everything from her I’ll never forget the first time I saw those pretty blue eyes brimmin with tears Ever since then I’ve been hell bound on seein those tears fall And she’s been whiskey bent on bein a good woman I don’t think it’s possible though For her to be a good woman At least not in my eyes She keeps tellin me she just wants to build a home with me and I think shes right cuz I’ve never felt so at home like I do when I hear the emptiness in her voice She echoes back I love you because she **** well knows better Women were meant to be controlled My father taught me that So just when she thinks she's starting to build herself up I tear her back down its been years since she said she was gonna leave me but every time she gets that look in her eye like she thinks she’s strong enough to leave me I haveta remind her I’m stronger I gotta say taking all these pieces of her It makes me feel whole There was that one time in the beginning she popped her hip and said "boy you better be lucky you have me" I told her she better be careful how she talks to me But she just laughed like I was joking or something She doesn’t really laugh anymore Well Unless we’re out for dinner and friends are around I remember her telling me she wanted to take on the world Crazy girl go doin that and I haveta show her who’s boss I think her blue eyes faded years ago

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Oct 24, 2016

Oct 24, 2016 at 3:08 AM UTC

emma-gt1

B

I knew when I met those bright blue eyes that I was gonna somehow dim them I just didn’t know how yet She’s had this boyfriend since freshman year But I’ve always found pleasure in taking what’s not mine So that’s what I did I took her—I took everything from her I’ll never forget the first time I saw those pretty blue eyes brimmin with tears Ever since then I’ve been hell bound on seein those tears fall And she’s been whiskey bent on bein a good woman I don’t think it’s possible though For her to be a good woman At least not in my eyes She keeps tellin me she just wants to build a home with me and I think shes right cuz I’ve never felt so at home like I do when I hear the emptiness in her voice She echoes back I love you because she **** well knows better Women were meant to be controlled My father taught me that So just when she thinks she's starting to build herself up I tear her back down its been years since she said she was gonna leave me but every time she gets that look in her eye like she thinks she’s strong enough to leave me I haveta remind her I’m stronger I gotta say taking all these pieces of her It makes me feel whole There was that one time in the beginning she popped her hip and said "boy you better be lucky you have me" I told her she better be careful how she talks to me But she just laughed like I was joking or something She doesn’t really laugh anymore Well Unless we’re out for dinner and friends are around I remember her telling me she wanted to take on the world Crazy girl go doin that and I haveta show her who’s boss I think her blue eyes faded years ago

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This doesn’t feel right, I want to go home, Should I call? I can’t go home this way, I’ll wait. I text a friend, He’s calling a cab for me, That’s fine, I’ll be safe soon, I can wait. Maybe I should lie down, The keeper said I could lie down, Should I just sit out in the cold instead? There’s nowhere to go, I’ll just lie down. Crack opens the door, I watch his shadow, He’s taking his shirt off, And the air is thick with sweat, He lies down next to me. There’s no escape, There’s no running, Should I scream? Will anybody hear? Is anybody awake? I close my eyes, His hands are moving, I clench my fists, Salt in my mouth, Blood in my jeans. Why can’t I scream? Did I lose my voice? Or maybe it didn’t happen to me, Something hurts, But he’s gone now. I adjust my clothes, Fix my hair, Stand on my two feet, And walk out the door, “You won’t tell anyone, right? You’re like my daughter.” The cab pulls up, The driver got lost, But now I’m on my way, Something hurts, I’m on my way. Maybe it wasn’t what it seemed like, I was alone and he was a man, And why was I out drinking anyway? Nobody needs to know, It didn’t happen. I was a mere spectator, Or was I a participant?

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Aug 8, 2016

Aug 8, 2016 at 4:22 AM UTC

shagun-gupta

Pasban (Urdu, n. keeper, protector)

This doesn’t feel right, I want to go home, Should I call? I can’t go home this way, I’ll wait. I text a friend, He’s calling a cab for me, That’s fine, I’ll be safe soon, I can wait. Maybe I should lie down, The keeper said I could lie down, Should I just sit out in the cold instead? There’s nowhere to go, I’ll just lie down. Crack opens the door, I watch his shadow, He’s taking his shirt off, And the air is thick with sweat, He lies down next to me. There’s no escape, There’s no running, Should I scream? Will anybody hear? Is anybody awake? I close my eyes, His hands are moving, I clench my fists, Salt in my mouth, Blood in my jeans. Why can’t I scream? Did I lose my voice? Or maybe it didn’t happen to me, Something hurts, But he’s gone now. I adjust my clothes, Fix my hair, Stand on my two feet, And walk out the door, “You won’t tell anyone, right? You’re like my daughter.” The cab pulls up, The driver got lost, But now I’m on my way, Something hurts, I’m on my way. Maybe it wasn’t what it seemed like, I was alone and he was a man, And why was I out drinking anyway? Nobody needs to know, It didn’t happen. I was a mere spectator, Or was I a participant?

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Instead of inspiring a feeling, I want to share a feeling. Never mind what you wanted to feel when you read this. I'm selfish. Feel what I'm feeling as I write and not what you feel as you read this right now. I should probably share with you how I'm feeling. I should have probaby have told you before we got this far. I bet at this point you don't even know how to feel. Good. Neither do I.

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Jul 21, 2016

Jul 21, 2016 at 10:38 PM UTC

mandi-drake

I Have a Feeling

Instead of inspiring a feeling, I want to share a feeling. Never mind what you wanted to feel when you read this. I'm selfish. Feel what I'm feeling as I write and not what you feel as you read this right now. I should probably share with you how I'm feeling. I should have probaby have told you before we got this far. I bet at this point you don't even know how to feel. Good. Neither do I.

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He exclaimed I've never met any one like me before, I smiled for I am not like him, He sees in me what he wants to see, Because love is foolish, Like a man fondeling for a light in the blackness, He will believe only good rests in the dark, Because he feels home when I'm only a short stay.

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Jul 20, 2016

Jul 20, 2016 at 1:41 PM UTC

haylee-dicker

Short stay

He exclaimed I've never met any one like me before, I smiled for I am not like him, He sees in me what he wants to see, Because love is foolish, Like a man fondeling for a light in the blackness, He will believe only good rests in the dark, Because he feels home when I'm only a short stay.

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