#posession - Hello Poetry

I guess I'm admired something to acquire I am no ones Happily ever after I am not your answer. They see me as a decoration. Filled with temptation. But where's the foundation? Your love, infatuation. My focus, Embody integration. Feels like I speak another language. Tuned into different radio stations. They wish to own my heart. I don't want to make people fall apart. Never want to be cause of anyone's storm I want to help others transform. Help them remember what they came here for I want to inspire, But I guess I can't control What others desire. Im just tired.

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Dec 8, 2025

Dec 8, 2025 at 8:38 PM UTC

KlaritySpeakz

Desired

I guess I'm admired something to acquire I am no ones Happily ever after I am not your answer. They see me as a decoration. Filled with temptation. But where's the foundation? Your love, infatuation. My focus, Embody integration. Feels like I speak another language. Tuned into different radio stations. They wish to own my heart. I don't want to make people fall apart. Never want to be cause of anyone's storm I want to help others transform. Help them remember what they came here for I want to inspire, But I guess I can't control What others desire. Im just tired.

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#(a petition for the hidden reunion of mind and body) There is a room beside the room no one speaks of.. an antechamber of nearly-remembered things, quiet as breath held in a throat that learned too young not to make a sound. Nothing begins here, yet everything gathers here before it enters memory.. a threshold where the past listens to itself again. Here, the mind and the body stand on opposite sides of the same dim light, each unsure which one is lying. The body feels what the mind denies. The mind denies what the body endured. The split was never a failure.. only survival carved into two directions. In this place, the air carries a vibration just above hearing.. the hum of something waiting to be rejoined. A petition moves through the room like a slow-forming shape: *Let what was torn find its way back to itself.* Not through force or through memory’s return. But through the soft recognition that the guarded mind once covered the deeper truth beneath it out of a mistaken sense of love. No accusation rises here. Only the quiet understanding that some rooms shift their shape depending on who is afraid. For there is a space before interpretation, before the story hardened, before the walls rearranged themselves around heartbreak.. a space where the original truth still waits with patient gravity. A truth the body knew first. A truth the mind hid because hiding felt safer than shattering. The petition whispers: *Let the two parts move toward each other in their own time, in their own darkness, carrying nothing but the Light that survived them both.* No reunion is forced. Nor a return, assumed. Only this: A faint light slipping through a seam in the dark.. not bright, or demanding, but enough to suggest that what waits beyond the door is not ending, ..but the first, tremulous beginning of finally seeing what was always true. #

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Nov 30, 2025

Nov 30, 2025 at 7:09 AM UTC

m-vogel

The Antechamber

#(a petition for the hidden reunion of mind and body) There is a room beside the room no one speaks of.. an antechamber of nearly-remembered things, quiet as breath held in a throat that learned too young not to make a sound. Nothing begins here, yet everything gathers here before it enters memory.. a threshold where the past listens to itself again. Here, the mind and the body stand on opposite sides of the same dim light, each unsure which one is lying. The body feels what the mind denies. The mind denies what the body endured. The split was never a failure.. only survival carved into two directions. In this place, the air carries a vibration just above hearing.. the hum of something waiting to be rejoined. A petition moves through the room like a slow-forming shape: *Let what was torn find its way back to itself.* Not through force or through memory’s return. But through the soft recognition that the guarded mind once covered the deeper truth beneath it out of a mistaken sense of love. No accusation rises here. Only the quiet understanding that some rooms shift their shape depending on who is afraid. For there is a space before interpretation, before the story hardened, before the walls rearranged themselves around heartbreak.. a space where the original truth still waits with patient gravity. A truth the body knew first. A truth the mind hid because hiding felt safer than shattering. The petition whispers: *Let the two parts move toward each other in their own time, in their own darkness, carrying nothing but the Light that survived them both.* No reunion is forced. Nor a return, assumed. Only this: A faint light slipping through a seam in the dark.. not bright, or demanding, but enough to suggest that what waits beyond the door is not ending, ..but the first, tremulous beginning of finally seeing what was always true. #

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❝i love you❞ even with the bandaids, bleeding, bruises from beatings and so i found that our love was fleeting what cursed words leave the mouth tied up and cornered fear quickens the pace with many ways to be tortured ❝i love you❞ you say now do those words have truth because a lie would not be kind at all

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Mar 20, 2020

Mar 20, 2020 at 1:49 PM UTC

seraphimy

cursed words

❝i love you❞ even with the bandaids, bleeding, bruises from beatings and so i found that our love was fleeting what cursed words leave the mouth tied up and cornered fear quickens the pace with many ways to be tortured ❝i love you❞ you say now do those words have truth because a lie would not be kind at all

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I once caught a sparrow, small and black, its wings shivered as I took it in, Fed the poor little thing, stroked its breast and listened for a heartbeat, There it was, small but strong, its pulse erratic. Scared creature, After the day, it had recovered and was ready to fly away, as it was born to do So, I broke my sparrow’s wings. Now my sparrow sits in its box, its heart is small and strong, But I don’t let it out to see the light of day for too long, I love my sparrow, I look at it night and day, My warm embrace, from time to time, reminds the thing that it’s mine, I keep my sparrow in the dark Today, my sparrow was looking as effervescent and as strong as ever, It hopped with pride and glee and looked so lovingly at me, So, I took it out of its box and placed it by the open window, The wild-eyed adoration of Raa was in its eyes as it peeped at freedom, So, I broke my sparrows wings. My sparrow is looking a little tired and upset, I placed it in the box without a friend or a strand of hope to live on, I told my sparrow that I love it and that it is special, And it believes that I love it as it loves me, but I only like it because it is black. I keep my sparrow in the dark.

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Aug 9, 2019

Aug 9, 2019 at 5:57 AM UTC

Markoinfo

I once caught a sparrow

I once caught a sparrow, small and black, its wings shivered as I took it in, Fed the poor little thing, stroked its breast and listened for a heartbeat, There it was, small but strong, its pulse erratic. Scared creature, After the day, it had recovered and was ready to fly away, as it was born to do So, I broke my sparrow’s wings. Now my sparrow sits in its box, its heart is small and strong, But I don’t let it out to see the light of day for too long, I love my sparrow, I look at it night and day, My warm embrace, from time to time, reminds the thing that it’s mine, I keep my sparrow in the dark Today, my sparrow was looking as effervescent and as strong as ever, It hopped with pride and glee and looked so lovingly at me, So, I took it out of its box and placed it by the open window, The wild-eyed adoration of Raa was in its eyes as it peeped at freedom, So, I broke my sparrows wings. My sparrow is looking a little tired and upset, I placed it in the box without a friend or a strand of hope to live on, I told my sparrow that I love it and that it is special, And it believes that I love it as it loves me, but I only like it because it is black. I keep my sparrow in the dark.

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Run away, child, Don't let me in, I'm a demon, I'm a devil, I'll teach you how to sin. Run away, little son, Don't look into my eyes, They are black-blue, they are deadly, And full of dangerous lies. Run away, little daughter, Before your mind I will slaughter, My existence knows no love, I was expelled from above. You can never run away, Your mind is my slave, I will haunt you until you die, Never to leave your side. Run away, child. While you're still alive.

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Dec 15, 2016

Dec 15, 2016 at 11:20 AM UTC

Eloi1997

Runaway, child

Run away, child, Don't let me in, I'm a demon, I'm a devil, I'll teach you how to sin. Run away, little son, Don't look into my eyes, They are black-blue, they are deadly, And full of dangerous lies. Run away, little daughter, Before your mind I will slaughter, My existence knows no love, I was expelled from above. You can never run away, Your mind is my slave, I will haunt you until you die, Never to leave your side. Run away, child. While you're still alive.

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