#sc - Hello Poetry

Stop Stop asking me to rate myself when I do that everyday Leaving the number in the negatives Stop Stop caring about my ****** knees And bruised elbows When the only hurt I feel Is the one your harsh words bring Stop Stop letting your cuts bleed onto us Letting their venom poison our veins And tearing into our souls like snakes Please. I just wanted to contribute to the school.

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Nov 17, 2025

Nov 17, 2025 at 9:43 AM UTC

lostling_0

Please. Shut up.

Stop Stop asking me to rate myself when I do that everyday Leaving the number in the negatives Stop Stop caring about my ****** knees And bruised elbows When the only hurt I feel Is the one your harsh words bring Stop Stop letting your cuts bleed onto us Letting their venom poison our veins And tearing into our souls like snakes Please. I just wanted to contribute to the school.

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Its raining baby outside umbrellas wont help you nor will your tears surely not your fears baby girl pack your bags not more than a single memory okay just maybe 2 flashlights baby get them too the wind is mad its fighting you don't fight back just hide yourself The oceans are marching with armies of wind but nations of faith stand up still charge up baby yourself and phones too stay calm baby God heard yours and mine too crackers and cookies keep them too mummy and bubby hug them too Whistles and voices Save them too Keep speaking Let me hear your noise Storms may be loud And oceans may be sound But none can bring you down For hope you prevail This will all pass I promise you that like me and you hurricanes die too

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Sep 11, 2017

Sep 11, 2017 at 11:32 AM UTC

ex-somebody

Stay safe

Its raining baby outside umbrellas wont help you nor will your tears surely not your fears baby girl pack your bags not more than a single memory okay just maybe 2 flashlights baby get them too the wind is mad its fighting you don't fight back just hide yourself The oceans are marching with armies of wind but nations of faith stand up still charge up baby yourself and phones too stay calm baby God heard yours and mine too crackers and cookies keep them too mummy and bubby hug them too Whistles and voices Save them too Keep speaking Let me hear your noise Storms may be loud And oceans may be sound But none can bring you down For hope you prevail This will all pass I promise you that like me and you hurricanes die too

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I get so angry staring at this ****** computer screen, a blank field staring back. I get frustrated, because the words I spell out don't ever seem to convey my emotion. If actions could be turned into words, I'd write me, screaming at you in my empty house at 3am. I'd write me sneaking out at night, wandering into the forest. Chain smoking, because maybe the stench of those ******* Marlboro blacks you left out my house would take your cologne out of my favorite sweater. I'd write me, laying on the floor, crying because your favorite song came on the radio. Again. I would write me, sitting on the porch in the rain, trying to picture the exact moment I lost you. Then, I'd write me slamming the door on the way in, realizing I never even had you. Most importantly, I'd write my stomach burning when I see pictures of her, furiously envying the love she receives. I've never been the jealous type before now. Lastly, I'd write my eyes burning as I stare up at the ceiling fan above me at 5am, sleepless. Late nights aren't fun without you around.

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Dec 12, 2014

Dec 12, 2014 at 7:22 PM UTC

inferioritycomplex

angst

I get so angry staring at this ****** computer screen, a blank field staring back. I get frustrated, because the words I spell out don't ever seem to convey my emotion. If actions could be turned into words, I'd write me, screaming at you in my empty house at 3am. I'd write me sneaking out at night, wandering into the forest. Chain smoking, because maybe the stench of those ******* Marlboro blacks you left out my house would take your cologne out of my favorite sweater. I'd write me, laying on the floor, crying because your favorite song came on the radio. Again. I would write me, sitting on the porch in the rain, trying to picture the exact moment I lost you. Then, I'd write me slamming the door on the way in, realizing I never even had you. Most importantly, I'd write my stomach burning when I see pictures of her, furiously envying the love she receives. I've never been the jealous type before now. Lastly, I'd write my eyes burning as I stare up at the ceiling fan above me at 5am, sleepless. Late nights aren't fun without you around.

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Dilaw na laso Para sa pusturang laos Tatak Pilipino Kahihiyan naman ang puntos na dala. Daraan ang bisekleta ni Juan At titilapon ang mga matitining Na Animo Rizal Doon sa Puting Palasyo Dilaw na laso Laban sa Korte Suprema Kung sinong naghalal at nagluklok Siya ring magpapalaya Malayo lamang tayo Sa humihilik na kasinungalingan

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Jul 17, 2014

Jul 17, 2014 at 11:29 AM UTC

psalmiseta

Yellow Lies

Dilaw na laso Para sa pusturang laos Tatak Pilipino Kahihiyan naman ang puntos na dala. Daraan ang bisekleta ni Juan At titilapon ang mga matitining Na Animo Rizal Doon sa Puting Palasyo Dilaw na laso Laban sa Korte Suprema Kung sinong naghalal at nagluklok Siya ring magpapalaya Malayo lamang tayo Sa humihilik na kasinungalingan

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