#oversharing - Hello Poetry

stay, will you? just in silence I KNOW! its awkward and im sorry HAVE YOU SEEN THIS!? sorry- i dont know where that came from I DID THIS THING! sorry wait- dont go im sorry ill try harder to be silent LOOK AT THIS PICTURE! sorry i need to put my phone away… i know im sorry always sorry ill be quieter for longer im sorry

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May 19

May 19, 2026 at 4:48 PM UTC

Wezen

sorry, i cant do it

stay, will you? just in silence I KNOW! its awkward and im sorry HAVE YOU SEEN THIS!? sorry- i dont know where that came from I DID THIS THING! sorry wait- dont go im sorry ill try harder to be silent LOOK AT THIS PICTURE! sorry i need to put my phone away… i know im sorry always sorry ill be quieter for longer im sorry

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You could destroy me with everything you know. You could tear down my careful reputation with the secrets I willingly told you. You could set fire to the comfortable life I’m living, and have the flames engulf me too. I don’t think it was healthy, to tell you that much. I don’t think I should have told you every one of my d r e a m s s e c r e t s , and w i s h e s . But what was I supposed to do? Every sign pointed that we had something real. You helped me plant a garden in the shade (it failed) We ate popsicles on my front step (they ruined my shirt) You went swimming with me in the creek (we hadn’t meant to get wet.) You teased me when I slipped, We both shared awkward glances at my sister’s questions, I tried to get dirt out of your hair- -you know, every time I see hair like yours I freeze. It could be anyone, any length, anywhere, and I still stop dead. I think you’ve ruined me without even whispering a word. You never cared to much about my words, actually. You didn’t care for my poems or my songs, not more than politeness needed. Politeness is one of your main qualities, And like most polite people, Honesty is not one of them. I don’t know how I told you everything about me, and you still didn’t know that the hard truth would have hurt me less than the uncertainty we’re now dangling in. If you had just told me the truth- I would have been okay with it. Do you understand that? I would have been more than okay with the truth.

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Jun 8, 2025

Jun 8, 2025 at 7:06 AM UTC

rw-weaver

too much said.

You could destroy me with everything you know. You could tear down my careful reputation with the secrets I willingly told you. You could set fire to the comfortable life I’m living, and have the flames engulf me too. I don’t think it was healthy, to tell you that much. I don’t think I should have told you every one of my d r e a m s s e c r e t s , and w i s h e s . But what was I supposed to do? Every sign pointed that we had something real. You helped me plant a garden in the shade (it failed) We ate popsicles on my front step (they ruined my shirt) You went swimming with me in the creek (we hadn’t meant to get wet.) You teased me when I slipped, We both shared awkward glances at my sister’s questions, I tried to get dirt out of your hair- -you know, every time I see hair like yours I freeze. It could be anyone, any length, anywhere, and I still stop dead. I think you’ve ruined me without even whispering a word. You never cared to much about my words, actually. You didn’t care for my poems or my songs, not more than politeness needed. Politeness is one of your main qualities, And like most polite people, Honesty is not one of them. I don’t know how I told you everything about me, and you still didn’t know that the hard truth would have hurt me less than the uncertainty we’re now dangling in. If you had just told me the truth- I would have been okay with it. Do you understand that? I would have been more than okay with the truth.

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Have I left it too open, my window For you to see the inside? —A room, full of thoughts, Crafted by my spiralling mind; A bed, full of love, Overflowing, from an oversharing heart Would you go inside? Would you ran far? Tbh I left the curtain half drawn

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Apr 4, 2025

Apr 4, 2025 at 11:25 AM UTC

dianaligh

Curtain see-through

Have I left it too open, my window For you to see the inside? —A room, full of thoughts, Crafted by my spiralling mind; A bed, full of love, Overflowing, from an oversharing heart Would you go inside? Would you ran far? Tbh I left the curtain half drawn

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there was a boy who was nothing but ink he would speak and words would f a l l out from his mouth words that nobody wanted to hear because he said too much people don't want to know him anymore

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Jan 14, 2025

Jan 14, 2025 at 5:56 PM UTC

Nobody_

the boy made of ink

there was a boy who was nothing but ink he would speak and words would f a l l out from his mouth words that nobody wanted to hear because he said too much people don't want to know him anymore

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I wish I was silent. Your words wouldn't be so violent I'll stop seeing red, but a pastel violet I just wish that I was quiet I wish I wasn't so loud. Maybe then you'd be proud My words wouldn't draw a crowd If I wished I didn't speak out loud I wish I didn't always overshare Spilling embarrassing secrets just so you'd care So maybe one day I'll finally be aware And I wish I didn't have to feel this despair I just wish I wasn't ignored But I didn't want myself to just be stored And so that's when I poured and poured I just wish I could get my reward. I wish my mouth was sewn shut. I could walk normally, instead of strut Thanks for all your punches in the gut I just wish I stopped talking, and so what?

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Sep 25, 2024

Sep 25, 2024 at 10:17 PM UTC

EmeryF

LOUD

I wish I was silent. Your words wouldn't be so violent I'll stop seeing red, but a pastel violet I just wish that I was quiet I wish I wasn't so loud. Maybe then you'd be proud My words wouldn't draw a crowd If I wished I didn't speak out loud I wish I didn't always overshare Spilling embarrassing secrets just so you'd care So maybe one day I'll finally be aware And I wish I didn't have to feel this despair I just wish I wasn't ignored But I didn't want myself to just be stored And so that's when I poured and poured I just wish I could get my reward. I wish my mouth was sewn shut. I could walk normally, instead of strut Thanks for all your punches in the gut I just wish I stopped talking, and so what?

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beat into me until i'm broken and the feelings alight the layer of skin just below the outermost, like the lining of a jacket, catching aflame. scratch out the remaining worries with the spines of your teeth. rake me upwards, shred the doubts like old sunburn peel, and peel and peel the layers of mistrust off of me till i'm raw, pink and ready. never has this body not been scarred without first feeling excitement. since you pierced it, now you're responsible. I'll chase that ownership, mutually owed, to the end of all meaning. till the sensations are the only bits that still make sense, and then you can make up for everything else. only after this, after everything else is spread across a blood splattered floor, can things start again. only once you make up for not returning the parts of me. only once my remaining organs, now calcified, have been cracked to their inner ichor, and you tip me gently into your thankless lungs. only once the prostration, the words left since butchered into me, have been flayed by your regret, and raised to the height of saints. hang me up. swing by my legs and wrap around the root of me like you once would. debase yourself inside of me again, learn to build something again. dig deeper than needed again, strike copper in my veins so I can oxidise again. watch me alight again, at your briefest touch.

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Aug 22, 2023

Aug 22, 2023 at 4:39 PM UTC

OskarA

oversharing

beat into me until i'm broken and the feelings alight the layer of skin just below the outermost, like the lining of a jacket, catching aflame. scratch out the remaining worries with the spines of your teeth. rake me upwards, shred the doubts like old sunburn peel, and peel and peel the layers of mistrust off of me till i'm raw, pink and ready. never has this body not been scarred without first feeling excitement. since you pierced it, now you're responsible. I'll chase that ownership, mutually owed, to the end of all meaning. till the sensations are the only bits that still make sense, and then you can make up for everything else. only after this, after everything else is spread across a blood splattered floor, can things start again. only once you make up for not returning the parts of me. only once my remaining organs, now calcified, have been cracked to their inner ichor, and you tip me gently into your thankless lungs. only once the prostration, the words left since butchered into me, have been flayed by your regret, and raised to the height of saints. hang me up. swing by my legs and wrap around the root of me like you once would. debase yourself inside of me again, learn to build something again. dig deeper than needed again, strike copper in my veins so I can oxidise again. watch me alight again, at your briefest touch.

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I stand here embarrassed I gave you too much Secrets that needed to be shared that needed to see the Light needed to be felt needed to be seen but now I stand here raw, naked embarrassed the light is too harsh the light burns.

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Apr 9, 2021

Apr 9, 2021 at 12:12 PM UTC

jehammond

The Light

I stand here embarrassed I gave you too much Secrets that needed to be shared that needed to see the Light needed to be felt needed to be seen but now I stand here raw, naked embarrassed the light is too harsh the light burns.

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So much love within Fingertips glide over my skin Hands on my sides While meeting my insides Entire body shivers With the way you deliver Eyes roll back again Over the way you have me bend One night is never enough with you I want an entire lifetime, or two

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Sep 6, 2020

Sep 6, 2020 at 2:56 PM UTC

mjad

Within

So much love within Fingertips glide over my skin Hands on my sides While meeting my insides Entire body shivers With the way you deliver Eyes roll back again Over the way you have me bend One night is never enough with you I want an entire lifetime, or two

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oversharing undercaring people staring lights glaring

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Aug 17, 2020

Aug 17, 2020 at 10:50 PM UTC

Annasus

hospital

oversharing undercaring people staring lights glaring

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he slinks through the shadows, wispering in peoples ears, spreading messages, stories, passing from lips to ear, hidden behind hands, "he tells the best stories" "he's so funny" the words tumble out his mouth, faster and faster, a rushing river of need to say, of get it out, loosing control, saying it to any ear near him, to anyone who will react, who will hear his cry "I didn't want to know that" "why'd you tell them that?" listening ears turn away as the words twist, become mangled and ugly, things that should be forgotten but are engrained, stories of when he went to far, almost fell, almost lost his thrown "keep it to yourself" "what's wrong with you" but the words keep coming, they need to be heard, to be shared, to be listened to, he needs someone to hear his story because maybe if he says it enough, if enough people listen, he can be free he stands alone in a dark room, no more whispered words, no more passing secrets, no more truths spilled, he talks to empty ears, tears on his cheeks "it's not enough"

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Jan 14, 2020

Jan 14, 2020 at 3:31 PM UTC

Tadpoleboy

HERMES

he slinks through the shadows, wispering in peoples ears, spreading messages, stories, passing from lips to ear, hidden behind hands, "he tells the best stories" "he's so funny" the words tumble out his mouth, faster and faster, a rushing river of need to say, of get it out, loosing control, saying it to any ear near him, to anyone who will react, who will hear his cry "I didn't want to know that" "why'd you tell them that?" listening ears turn away as the words twist, become mangled and ugly, things that should be forgotten but are engrained, stories of when he went to far, almost fell, almost lost his thrown "keep it to yourself" "what's wrong with you" but the words keep coming, they need to be heard, to be shared, to be listened to, he needs someone to hear his story because maybe if he says it enough, if enough people listen, he can be free he stands alone in a dark room, no more whispered words, no more passing secrets, no more truths spilled, he talks to empty ears, tears on his cheeks "it's not enough"

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Oversharing on your social feed Everyone knows your wants and needs Save for those who really care To the rest of us you need not bear Your lunch and dinner were had, we see Relationship status updated several times a week How can it be? I remember a day we shared with ourselves Worries and whims on paper with pen In a book called a journal or diary it would have been Discreet it was then As it should be again I can't wait for the sharing to end.

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Jan 6, 2015

Jan 6, 2015 at 2:26 PM UTC

gga

Discreet

Oversharing on your social feed Everyone knows your wants and needs Save for those who really care To the rest of us you need not bear Your lunch and dinner were had, we see Relationship status updated several times a week How can it be? I remember a day we shared with ourselves Worries and whims on paper with pen In a book called a journal or diary it would have been Discreet it was then As it should be again I can't wait for the sharing to end.

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