#sadreality - Hello Poetry

All boys are the same All capable of saying they love you Yet always looking at other ***** **** they’re all so fallen Supposed to live for your woman While other girls compete with her Not able to love with real love Only using their **** to make their rounds See a pretty woman Straight into fantasy Not able to just say she’s beautiful But needing to prove you’d want to **** her In every way, every position Going deep inside her I hate men Unfortunately there are tons of them Their thoughts always the same Always staring, always watching I am in a relationship Only for HIM do I want to be soft I don’t think about anyone else I don’t even look when someone calls Yes, a nice muscular six-pack But I really don’t care at all That doesn’t make me think That I want to get ****** by him Yet a man already imagines His ******** rising At the beach or a thong on TV Women are so disrespected I feel so devastated I don’t even want a relationship anymore When I know the thoughts of a man Always staring at visible curves **** always looking for slippery paths Why do they always need other women to exist While we can live for one without getting tired Sick of seeing the way they think Sick of seeing myself exist In such a rotten world Filled with dandelions Going on Pornhub while you’re taken That’s called cheating “I promise you’re my princess” How many have heard that promise Adding a bunch of girls on your phone **** they’re all stupid Accepting you as a friend While you message many others Until one fool gives in Caught in the trap, it hits hard Not the most beautiful, not the ugliest Just enough to make your **** hard It’s already enough that she was on your list You’re like a predator, never losing another lead Maybe you developed a bit of devotion But only because you like her mouth Around your shaft, a pearl necklace But in the end no one thinks about her Her, who lives only for you And you, who live only for yourself Women criticized But men so poorly raised

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Mar 12

Mar 12, 2026 at 10:15 PM UTC

AllAretheSame

Boys Are All the Same

All boys are the same All capable of saying they love you Yet always looking at other ***** **** they’re all so fallen Supposed to live for your woman While other girls compete with her Not able to love with real love Only using their **** to make their rounds See a pretty woman Straight into fantasy Not able to just say she’s beautiful But needing to prove you’d want to **** her In every way, every position Going deep inside her I hate men Unfortunately there are tons of them Their thoughts always the same Always staring, always watching I am in a relationship Only for HIM do I want to be soft I don’t think about anyone else I don’t even look when someone calls Yes, a nice muscular six-pack But I really don’t care at all That doesn’t make me think That I want to get ****** by him Yet a man already imagines His ******** rising At the beach or a thong on TV Women are so disrespected I feel so devastated I don’t even want a relationship anymore When I know the thoughts of a man Always staring at visible curves **** always looking for slippery paths Why do they always need other women to exist While we can live for one without getting tired Sick of seeing the way they think Sick of seeing myself exist In such a rotten world Filled with dandelions Going on Pornhub while you’re taken That’s called cheating “I promise you’re my princess” How many have heard that promise Adding a bunch of girls on your phone **** they’re all stupid Accepting you as a friend While you message many others Until one fool gives in Caught in the trap, it hits hard Not the most beautiful, not the ugliest Just enough to make your **** hard It’s already enough that she was on your list You’re like a predator, never losing another lead Maybe you developed a bit of devotion But only because you like her mouth Around your shaft, a pearl necklace But in the end no one thinks about her Her, who lives only for you And you, who live only for yourself Women criticized But men so poorly raised

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I breathe, but it burns— like lungs weren’t made for sorrow this thick. Tears come easier than air these days. I wasn't anyone's center, just orbiting lives that never noticed my pull. An add-on. An afterthought. A ghost in a lit room. I sit in circles and feel like a stranger, a silhouette in family photos, laughter echoing through me, never into me. I don’t fit in this world, not in the noise of my friends, not in the silence of my home, not even in the mirror. They say I’m here for a reason. But I search for it like a lost key in a locked room. I think I’m a failure, as a daughter with a voice unheard, a sister who forgot how to smile, a lover whose heart never made it back whole. And now even my books feel heavier than grief. Every page whispers, not enough. I’m failing in every ******* thing, and yet, I wake up again. I hope death comes slowly, not because I chase it, but because I’m tired of running from it. And if it ever finds me, I hope that for once, I don’t have to fail at that too.

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Apr 11, 2025

Apr 11, 2025 at 12:24 PM UTC

vishab_3114

A Failure

I breathe, but it burns— like lungs weren’t made for sorrow this thick. Tears come easier than air these days. I wasn't anyone's center, just orbiting lives that never noticed my pull. An add-on. An afterthought. A ghost in a lit room. I sit in circles and feel like a stranger, a silhouette in family photos, laughter echoing through me, never into me. I don’t fit in this world, not in the noise of my friends, not in the silence of my home, not even in the mirror. They say I’m here for a reason. But I search for it like a lost key in a locked room. I think I’m a failure, as a daughter with a voice unheard, a sister who forgot how to smile, a lover whose heart never made it back whole. And now even my books feel heavier than grief. Every page whispers, not enough. I’m failing in every ******* thing, and yet, I wake up again. I hope death comes slowly, not because I chase it, but because I’m tired of running from it. And if it ever finds me, I hope that for once, I don’t have to fail at that too.

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I came on silver wings, drifting past dying stars, hoping to find a world soft enough to call my own. I saw blue first, a planet breathing, wrapped in mist and promise. I thought, maybe here— maybe here I could stay. But then— the silence of women swallowed whole, voices drowned in laws not their own. Skin held as a currency, love twisted into a crime. The ones in power, chosen by fear, speak with empty mouths and call it truth. I watched men sharpen their edges on the backs of women, their laughter carving scars, their hands taking without asking. The food— not food at all, but ghosts of what once was, pumped with things that do not belong. The trees fall, not from time, but from greed’s impatient hands. And I wonder, do they not see the world turning brittle? Do they not hear the earth gasping? I do not understand your wars, your hunger for more, the way you cage each other and call it freedom. I only feel it— the ache of something wrong, an unraveling, a sickness, a grief I do not have a name for. I did not come to be a witness to a planet choosing its own end. I came looking for home, but this— this is not a place to stay. So I turn away, silver wings catching starlight, searching for a world that remembers how to be kind.

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Feb 22, 2025

Feb 22, 2025 at 12:52 AM UTC

MundaneMaxx13

not a home

I came on silver wings, drifting past dying stars, hoping to find a world soft enough to call my own. I saw blue first, a planet breathing, wrapped in mist and promise. I thought, maybe here— maybe here I could stay. But then— the silence of women swallowed whole, voices drowned in laws not their own. Skin held as a currency, love twisted into a crime. The ones in power, chosen by fear, speak with empty mouths and call it truth. I watched men sharpen their edges on the backs of women, their laughter carving scars, their hands taking without asking. The food— not food at all, but ghosts of what once was, pumped with things that do not belong. The trees fall, not from time, but from greed’s impatient hands. And I wonder, do they not see the world turning brittle? Do they not hear the earth gasping? I do not understand your wars, your hunger for more, the way you cage each other and call it freedom. I only feel it— the ache of something wrong, an unraveling, a sickness, a grief I do not have a name for. I did not come to be a witness to a planet choosing its own end. I came looking for home, but this— this is not a place to stay. So I turn away, silver wings catching starlight, searching for a world that remembers how to be kind.

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"I'm taller now" the building said "I'm older" the tree replied "A hundred years ahead!" "I carry humans" The building spoke "Provide shelter too!" Oh dear Mr. Tree! What do you do? "I bear fruits" The tree told "I'm a home to the birds" Oh Mr. Building! This is what I do "Ah! I'm stronger!" The building argued "I'm made of bricks and stones Oh dear Mr. Tree! How strong are you?" "I've lived the storms" The tree responds "On me the flowers bloom! My dear brother! I'm whey stronger than you" "It's the humans I carry" The building added "The ones that planted you!" Now who's important? Me or you! "I allow them to breath" The tree sighed "I give them fresh air! Yet cutting me down Is their very pride" The building now was hushed Not a single word All his pride crushed Now it felt absurd!

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Apr 7, 2020

Apr 7, 2020 at 1:13 PM UTC

REAPPAK

The building and the tree

"I'm taller now" the building said "I'm older" the tree replied "A hundred years ahead!" "I carry humans" The building spoke "Provide shelter too!" Oh dear Mr. Tree! What do you do? "I bear fruits" The tree told "I'm a home to the birds" Oh Mr. Building! This is what I do "Ah! I'm stronger!" The building argued "I'm made of bricks and stones Oh dear Mr. Tree! How strong are you?" "I've lived the storms" The tree responds "On me the flowers bloom! My dear brother! I'm whey stronger than you" "It's the humans I carry" The building added "The ones that planted you!" Now who's important? Me or you! "I allow them to breath" The tree sighed "I give them fresh air! Yet cutting me down Is their very pride" The building now was hushed Not a single word All his pride crushed Now it felt absurd!

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