#outgrown - Hello Poetry

I suppose I should repose explore new clothes since I've outgrown every and anything in this ratchet city every day I wish to make it out before I am 50 before my bones and motivation crack before my smile lines and crow's feet are all I have watching my sanity slip like my grandson down the waterslide oh, why God why, did you never let me fly? Was I caged or fearful? Was it staged or virile? Was I ever able or just another one of your fables? the man that would never because he never believed he could

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Feb 9, 2022

Feb 9, 2022 at 8:44 AM UTC

munybee

caged bird with a soulful cry

I suppose I should repose explore new clothes since I've outgrown every and anything in this ratchet city every day I wish to make it out before I am 50 before my bones and motivation crack before my smile lines and crow's feet are all I have watching my sanity slip like my grandson down the waterslide oh, why God why, did you never let me fly? Was I caged or fearful? Was it staged or virile? Was I ever able or just another one of your fables? the man that would never because he never believed he could

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~ *This level crossing-- stick, sand, and broken glass, from naming to numbering, names tend to define, numbers are neutral, they count the roads, follow their failings-- flow, force, and absorb, dictated by a headlight, I feel nearer to the surface of us, motion made of visible memories, arrested in space, mere unorganized explosions of random energy, and therefore meaningless-- to fall in love with our progress, and yet be outgrown by it.* ~

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Mar 10, 2021

Mar 10, 2021 at 7:33 PM UTC

Carlo-C-Gomez

The Map of Considerably Less

~ *This level crossing-- stick, sand, and broken glass, from naming to numbering, names tend to define, numbers are neutral, they count the roads, follow their failings-- flow, force, and absorb, dictated by a headlight, I feel nearer to the surface of us, motion made of visible memories, arrested in space, mere unorganized explosions of random energy, and therefore meaningless-- to fall in love with our progress, and yet be outgrown by it.* ~

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Hi It seems like you no longer need me That's okay, I know I no longer fit. You've outgrown me, worn me out, and I do look tired. We've gone on many adventures you see, to places we thought we'd never reach, heights we'd never climb, views that were only sublime Were you tired along the way? I bet you were. Tell me, don't be shy. We've come a very long way, you and I But don't worry about me if you'd like a change. Another may carry you longer, and even farther, you may even feel you've grown stronger. You'd go many paths and crossroads, rivers and seas, upon many paths right through the trees And that's okay, because I've served my purpose after all, when you jumped and stomped and walked and ran, i took the fall But if you want to go on adventures again, I'll be there, in all the places you'd expect me to be. They won't be the same, you may not feel the originality You may feel bored with it, And all it would be is familiar Never feeling the same kind of free But look, see, I have no holes in me, I look tired but there's still durability If you fuss and twitch, i may still mold to your feet Because you were meant to go the distance And i was meant to adjust But that's just the way it is And can never be the way it was.

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Sep 21, 2017

Sep 21, 2017 at 12:22 PM UTC

TheModernHippie

A Pair of Shoes

Hi It seems like you no longer need me That's okay, I know I no longer fit. You've outgrown me, worn me out, and I do look tired. We've gone on many adventures you see, to places we thought we'd never reach, heights we'd never climb, views that were only sublime Were you tired along the way? I bet you were. Tell me, don't be shy. We've come a very long way, you and I But don't worry about me if you'd like a change. Another may carry you longer, and even farther, you may even feel you've grown stronger. You'd go many paths and crossroads, rivers and seas, upon many paths right through the trees And that's okay, because I've served my purpose after all, when you jumped and stomped and walked and ran, i took the fall But if you want to go on adventures again, I'll be there, in all the places you'd expect me to be. They won't be the same, you may not feel the originality You may feel bored with it, And all it would be is familiar Never feeling the same kind of free But look, see, I have no holes in me, I look tired but there's still durability If you fuss and twitch, i may still mold to your feet Because you were meant to go the distance And i was meant to adjust But that's just the way it is And can never be the way it was.

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this city is scattered with the exoskeletons of skins i've outgrown. it's strange to grow out of someone else, the skin we shared for years, months, no longer holding me captive. i don't remember how or when or why our souls split. all i know now is that my heart no longer misses it. the hopeless mortality gets to me, because i don't want to let go of you but the utopia is out of reach. i'll forever be shedding my skin and leaving it behind and watching you get smaller over my shoulder as you barely mourn the loss of a friend.

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May 22, 2021

May 22, 2021 at 3:39 PM UTC

hitoritabiwritings

the hopeless mortality of skins

this city is scattered with the exoskeletons of skins i've outgrown. it's strange to grow out of someone else, the skin we shared for years, months, no longer holding me captive. i don't remember how or when or why our souls split. all i know now is that my heart no longer misses it. the hopeless mortality gets to me, because i don't want to let go of you but the utopia is out of reach. i'll forever be shedding my skin and leaving it behind and watching you get smaller over my shoulder as you barely mourn the loss of a friend.

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I am too full of moments. they pile up in my chest like unopened letters, all addressed in my own handwriting. I don’t remember writing them, just the weight of needing to. There’s a version of me in every room I’ve outgrown, still standing there, still waiting for something to change that already did. I visit them sometimes, more than I should. I trace their outlines like old bruises, pressing just hard enough to prove to myself, they still ache.

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Apr 21

Apr 21, 2026 at 11:24 PM UTC

addictedtolife

Bruises

I am too full of moments. they pile up in my chest like unopened letters, all addressed in my own handwriting. I don’t remember writing them, just the weight of needing to. There’s a version of me in every room I’ve outgrown, still standing there, still waiting for something to change that already did. I visit them sometimes, more than I should. I trace their outlines like old bruises, pressing just hard enough to prove to myself, they still ache.

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