#rolls - Hello Poetry

I asked him gently, “My friend, why park your chariot in a spot meant for the displayed?” The man turned, chest inflated like a peacock, and snapped, “What do you want from me?” For a heartbeat, my ego whispered, “Ask him for a million dollars… and maybe his watch too.” But my soul nudged me and said, “Calm down, dervish. He is already poor poor in wisdom.” So I smiled and replied, “It is my spot, brother. Reserved for those who are shown, not those who only show off.” He stood there, confused, trying to translate the language of humility using the dictionary of arrogance. Rich in metal, poor in meaning a Rolls Royce driven by a man still searching for first gear in his soul.

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Dec 3, 2025

Dec 3, 2025 at 10:33 PM UTC

Marwan-Baytie

The Gilded Driver

I asked him gently, “My friend, why park your chariot in a spot meant for the displayed?” The man turned, chest inflated like a peacock, and snapped, “What do you want from me?” For a heartbeat, my ego whispered, “Ask him for a million dollars… and maybe his watch too.” But my soul nudged me and said, “Calm down, dervish. He is already poor poor in wisdom.” So I smiled and replied, “It is my spot, brother. Reserved for those who are shown, not those who only show off.” He stood there, confused, trying to translate the language of humility using the dictionary of arrogance. Rich in metal, poor in meaning a Rolls Royce driven by a man still searching for first gear in his soul.

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I brought some rolls for us tonight so the photograph would be under the blue and yellow light because the world is now knowing that we both alright after leaving those fight and some dark night.

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May 11, 2019

May 11, 2019 at 3:48 AM UTC

qyxz

35mm

I brought some rolls for us tonight so the photograph would be under the blue and yellow light because the world is now knowing that we both alright after leaving those fight and some dark night.

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It was my first time meeting A’s grandmother- I brought her flowers Laid out on A’s den floor I begun writing this poem While A watches anime- English subbed We are supposed to be studying- we did for a while but E has been on the same page for half an hour As C sits atop a table- making bird noises from above We move to the dining room because A’s grandmother made noodles and egg rolls E is ******* up his noodles like a vacuum I don't blame him- they taste like Jesus C sneezes so loud it makes everyone jump I look around the table, thinking of the past year And all the friends i've made Love, Platonic love, is beautiful

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Feb 1, 2018

Feb 1, 2018 at 8:29 AM UTC

hannahbeasley

On Platonic love being a real thing- After Sabrina Benaim

It was my first time meeting A’s grandmother- I brought her flowers Laid out on A’s den floor I begun writing this poem While A watches anime- English subbed We are supposed to be studying- we did for a while but E has been on the same page for half an hour As C sits atop a table- making bird noises from above We move to the dining room because A’s grandmother made noodles and egg rolls E is ******* up his noodles like a vacuum I don't blame him- they taste like Jesus C sneezes so loud it makes everyone jump I look around the table, thinking of the past year And all the friends i've made Love, Platonic love, is beautiful

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You are present you are present you are science, philosophy, nature and hate you are the tempest and conduit you are the energy forming and reforming you have the power to choose, to do, you do Then why am I losing faith? Then why has it come to this juncture, where light I found is lost Puncture my lungs, go ahead because You won't let me back inside from the slippery precipice Abyssal black night tide draws closer You won't lend to me the confidence to enter, once again, the single place I stand

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Sep 25, 2015

Sep 25, 2015 at 11:55 PM UTC

wren-djinn-rain

You Leave Me Lonely: "Deduced Down to Dice Rolls"

You are present you are present you are science, philosophy, nature and hate you are the tempest and conduit you are the energy forming and reforming you have the power to choose, to do, you do Then why am I losing faith? Then why has it come to this juncture, where light I found is lost Puncture my lungs, go ahead because You won't let me back inside from the slippery precipice Abyssal black night tide draws closer You won't lend to me the confidence to enter, once again, the single place I stand

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Ahh...the smell of "sweet success," Dressed up in bundles of bows, Point out all of your "faults" and drill the teeth, braces on for years, It'll make the "biggest difference," you'll be what you're "meant to be," Shove these roll models in your face, it's all about these prudent fears, We've gotta follow suit, be moulded, from day to day, months, years, Follow the path well followed until you're the "best" at this old game, It'll be such a sorry path if you choose eccentrics-what you dream? What a shame!

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Aug 1, 2015

Aug 1, 2015 at 10:55 AM UTC

alan-s-bailey

"Success" And Being Yourself...

Ahh...the smell of "sweet success," Dressed up in bundles of bows, Point out all of your "faults" and drill the teeth, braces on for years, It'll make the "biggest difference," you'll be what you're "meant to be," Shove these roll models in your face, it's all about these prudent fears, We've gotta follow suit, be moulded, from day to day, months, years, Follow the path well followed until you're the "best" at this old game, It'll be such a sorry path if you choose eccentrics-what you dream? What a shame!

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