#lossofinnocence - Hello Poetry

Remember When we were kids And a planetarium Was a most wonderful place Everyone simply obsessed With outer space. It was strange And new And beautiful It was full of wonder As was everything A galaxy of stars And empty space We were flying through it all To a new planet For us to discover Floating towards the future It was like a dream But as we grow up We realize Falling stars are chunks of ice and rock Not wishes And stars and the sun Are ***** of flaming gas The wonder fades And you realize Outer space Would truly be a lonely place Alone out there But I guess it would still better Than here And you yearn For that wonder to come back But even if it would Someone would take it away They always do. Growing up is sudden And shocking And changes you Forever And you wish you could go back To planetariums And outer space But you can't. We are all stars ***** of fire That will eventually die out. But some of us are falling And hoping someone will catch us.

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Nov 1, 2017

Nov 1, 2017 at 10:11 PM UTC

Bluehairedboyo

Falling Stars

Remember When we were kids And a planetarium Was a most wonderful place Everyone simply obsessed With outer space. It was strange And new And beautiful It was full of wonder As was everything A galaxy of stars And empty space We were flying through it all To a new planet For us to discover Floating towards the future It was like a dream But as we grow up We realize Falling stars are chunks of ice and rock Not wishes And stars and the sun Are ***** of flaming gas The wonder fades And you realize Outer space Would truly be a lonely place Alone out there But I guess it would still better Than here And you yearn For that wonder to come back But even if it would Someone would take it away They always do. Growing up is sudden And shocking And changes you Forever And you wish you could go back To planetariums And outer space But you can't. We are all stars ***** of fire That will eventually die out. But some of us are falling And hoping someone will catch us.

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For a second the clouds cover our sunlight Whilst we are on a journey away from somber thoughts; At this point: water silently flows from our cheeks Enemies embroidered in gold dresses deceive our minds Light sits within the warmth of the river

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Aug 21, 2018

Aug 21, 2018 at 7:12 PM UTC

Neuvalence

A Second's Interval

For a second the clouds cover our sunlight Whilst we are on a journey away from somber thoughts; At this point: water silently flows from our cheeks Enemies embroidered in gold dresses deceive our minds Light sits within the warmth of the river

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Maybe I will tell you once my blood changes form once my lungs have burned to dust once I empty my mind once I am no longer myself Then I will tell you thank you for stealing my innocence

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Aug 26, 2014

Aug 26, 2014 at 3:09 PM UTC

paige-parent

Stolen

Maybe I will tell you once my blood changes form once my lungs have burned to dust once I empty my mind once I am no longer myself Then I will tell you thank you for stealing my innocence

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The doors scream; The tiles creak; The wind shrieks, shattering the grimed windows; The window shutters slam in agony and anger; The electricity thrums in anticipation of violence; The wolves howl at the screaming doors forcing a brute entrance; The silken blood rushed into each crevice running from imprisonment; The enraged Earth quivers and shakes in pure, undiluted rage; The inflamed sky rips the ground and everything upon it to shreds, painting the world ruby red; The universe tears itself apart in a flurry of unrelenting sorrow and agony; All as the blood of a sheep seeps into the souls of the living.

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Jul 8, 2019

Jul 8, 2019 at 8:53 PM UTC

DelicatelyChaotic

****** Sheep

The doors scream; The tiles creak; The wind shrieks, shattering the grimed windows; The window shutters slam in agony and anger; The electricity thrums in anticipation of violence; The wolves howl at the screaming doors forcing a brute entrance; The silken blood rushed into each crevice running from imprisonment; The enraged Earth quivers and shakes in pure, undiluted rage; The inflamed sky rips the ground and everything upon it to shreds, painting the world ruby red; The universe tears itself apart in a flurry of unrelenting sorrow and agony; All as the blood of a sheep seeps into the souls of the living.

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Too young to have a presence Of my own, I trusted you to tell me Who I was. I was your clay. You put your hands all over me And molded me into Who you needed me to be... Fragile, Exposed, Isolated, Wounded. You tirelessly worked To shape me Until, at last, I was the little girl Of your dreams... Naked, Bleeding, Shaking At your hand, Those long fingers. Your body pressed Against mine. Heat carefully hardening me. Impurities removed... Hope Joy Love And the shell that was left, You pronounced to be Exactly what you were Looking for.

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Mar 15

Mar 15, 2026 at 1:16 AM UTC

Songbird0926

Clay (adult)

Too young to have a presence Of my own, I trusted you to tell me Who I was. I was your clay. You put your hands all over me And molded me into Who you needed me to be... Fragile, Exposed, Isolated, Wounded. You tirelessly worked To shape me Until, at last, I was the little girl Of your dreams... Naked, Bleeding, Shaking At your hand, Those long fingers. Your body pressed Against mine. Heat carefully hardening me. Impurities removed... Hope Joy Love And the shell that was left, You pronounced to be Exactly what you were Looking for.

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