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Let’s try without needless words, Unnecessary pauses and empty doubts To finish out fairy tale, titled “Unlove”. Let’s stop all fights. We have no other outs. Let’s try without needless tears To recognize that we're both orphaned. We’ve been repaid wholly for our Unlove: Our hearts are faded, our souls're ossified. Let’s try without needless words To say the only one and single phrase: “Forgive me for this poor Unlove!” It’ll be the rare truth without any haze.
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Jun 21, 2025
Jun 21, 2025 at 4:53 PM UTC
Unlove
I blend in with the crowd Of those, who’s kin to me. Who’s tattered, needless and empty, Extinguished and bowed as shouldn’t be. I blend in with the crowd Of Others, who’s no place, Of Others, who’ve lost all faith and nerves, But all the still saved their face. Of Others, who’ve had a rough lesson From life and those in flock, Of Others, ***** walled-up to the limit, Whose souls are under the barn lock.
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Feb 10, 2025
Feb 10, 2025 at 4:24 PM UTC
Others
Pins. Needles. Knives. Shadows. They know my name. They seek my fame. stop My Temple plays unwitting host To the horrid displays they love to ***** I don’t think I can bear to know what’s wrong With me. Stop. I don’t think I can bear to know what’s strong or weak. Weak? Weakness? Weakness. Frailty. It all comes down to the end. It spins, It slides, It taunts, Stop! Maybe if I spin again my own weaved web to comprehend, Then maybe I can fix this flux that burns down my will to trust. STOP! Or maybe I can fly again or jump to the sun; An Icarus end. STOP!! die. I SAID STOP!!! I’m broken this time, you can bet. It’s what I get for casting light on my silhouette, When I wasn’t ready yet.
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Jun 11, 2018
Jun 11, 2018 at 1:17 AM UTC
Silhouette
i sort of feel unneeded 'cause it seems that no one cares and by no one, i mean the friends who i thought cared but now i'm not so sure. one apparently cannot stand me ranting to her another seems quite bored and some i can't trust enough but still, i can't help feeling unneeded there.
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Oct 1, 2017
Oct 1, 2017 at 12:15 AM UTC
unneeded.
She had been at sea for three decades her first voyage at age eighteen a week after her marriage in the year of our Lord 1883 She married a sailing man captain of his own ship handsome, bearded and tall a fine commander of his men as they searched the sea for whales She loved life at sea and could imagine no other the motion of the ship the sounds of the rigging and the sails the quiet companionship with her husband every evening She was beloved by her husband’s men whom she mothered well having had no sons of her own but nurtured and healed patched and sewed bloodied and broken hearts and men Often she came out on deck for she knew when they would find them and though she was in the stern and the lookout was high in the crow's nest she saw many whales they missed She thrilled each time she saw them awed by their sheer size marveling at their strength humbled by their beauty careful to hide her feelings Sometimes she could feel when a whale would blow and she would call to the first mate so the men looked at her as the whale passed unseen Most times she silently prayed willing the lookout to search the wrong spot of ocean and felt again the pang of disloyalty to her husband for he commanded a whaling ship But then the lookout's call came "Thar she blows!" and the men sprang to action taking after the whale in longboats while she escaped below She had seen before the killing she would not watch again too many whales succumbed to exploding harpoons and a death horrifyingly cruel And she wondered what would happen if only whales could scream . . .
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Oct 23, 2015
Oct 23, 2015 at 6:49 AM UTC
The Whaling Captain's Wife
She had been at sea for three decades her first voyage at age eighteen a week after her marriage in the year of our Lord 1883 She married a sailing man captain of his own ship handsome, bearded and tall a fine commander of his men as they searched the sea for whales She loved life at sea and could imagine no other the motion of the ship the sounds of the rigging and the sails the quiet companionship with her husband every evening She was beloved by her husband’s men whom she mothered well having had no sons of her own but nurtured and healed patched and sewed bloodied and broken hearts and men Often she came out on deck for she knew when they would find them and though she was in the stern and the lookout was high in the crow's nest she saw many whales they missed She thrilled each time she saw them awed by their sheer size marveling at their strength humbled by their beauty careful to hide her feelings Sometimes she could feel when a whale would blow and she would call to the first mate so the men looked at her as the whale passed unseen Most times she silently prayed willing the lookout to search the wrong spot of ocean and felt again the pang of disloyalty to her husband for he commanded a whaling ship But then the lookout's call came "Thar she blows!" and the men sprang to action taking after the whale in longboats while she escaped below She had seen before the killing she would not watch again too many whales succumbed to exploding harpoons and a death horrifyingly cruel And she wondered what would happen if only whales could scream . . .
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I would post more poems, but whenever I come online all I see is people advertising drama and calling down one another some people are just being idiots.. its not a positive space anymore at least, not how I see it
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Sep 14, 2015
Sep 14, 2015 at 10:21 PM UTC
Hello, Hellopoetry...