#serving - Hello Poetry

tonight, can i be your girlfriend? pulling your hips close to mine, creating a safe space for both of us while paying for your dinner wiping the crumb off your cheek spoiling you with gifts massaging your tired muscles and letting you sit there pretty reminding you how much i’d fold and i’d do your laundry for you i’m rewarding you with pleasure… while loving and listening to you allowing you to breathe and admiring you like art as the sight of you melts me oh sweetheart, i yearn to: gift you my love of independence entertaining you with my knowledge feeding you, satisfying you, serving you sharing with you my perfume, my clothes exchanging lipstick colours, shoes smearing each other’s makeup and seeing that beautiful laugh reminds me how lovely it is to be a woman who’s proud to serve another one.

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Mar 1

Mar 1, 2026 at 10:21 AM UTC

ValentineVampires

what a gentlewoman

tonight, can i be your girlfriend? pulling your hips close to mine, creating a safe space for both of us while paying for your dinner wiping the crumb off your cheek spoiling you with gifts massaging your tired muscles and letting you sit there pretty reminding you how much i’d fold and i’d do your laundry for you i’m rewarding you with pleasure… while loving and listening to you allowing you to breathe and admiring you like art as the sight of you melts me oh sweetheart, i yearn to: gift you my love of independence entertaining you with my knowledge feeding you, satisfying you, serving you sharing with you my perfume, my clothes exchanging lipstick colours, shoes smearing each other’s makeup and seeing that beautiful laugh reminds me how lovely it is to be a woman who’s proud to serve another one.

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Ingredients: ½ stick of thin skin (softened) 1 cup of birthdays that never went right 1½ cups of “I’m fine” 2 cups of a cracked voice 1¾ cups of people forgetting your name ½ cup of being avoided 1 teaspoon of false hope Instructions: 1. Preheat the oven to 350°F (175°C). This is the perfect temperature to overwhelm your ingredients—and then blame them when they don’t turn out right. 2. In a large bowl, mix the softened thin skin with the birthdays that never went right. This will release the tears. 3. Crack the 2 cups of voice until it’s silent. Add the teaspoon of false hope. This gives the mixture a bitter edge of intimidation. 4. Combine the forgetfulness and avoidance. Stir them into the tears. 5. Pour in the 1½ cups of “I’m fine.” Mix until everything looks normal on the surface. 6. Pour into a greased pan. Bake until numb. Serving: This recipe serves one. Best served cold. Not recommended for children— unless you don’t want them to have a good childhood.

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Apr 29, 2025

Apr 29, 2025 at 3:35 PM UTC

1258hi

Recipe (But Not For Food)

Ingredients: ½ stick of thin skin (softened) 1 cup of birthdays that never went right 1½ cups of “I’m fine” 2 cups of a cracked voice 1¾ cups of people forgetting your name ½ cup of being avoided 1 teaspoon of false hope Instructions: 1. Preheat the oven to 350°F (175°C). This is the perfect temperature to overwhelm your ingredients—and then blame them when they don’t turn out right. 2. In a large bowl, mix the softened thin skin with the birthdays that never went right. This will release the tears. 3. Crack the 2 cups of voice until it’s silent. Add the teaspoon of false hope. This gives the mixture a bitter edge of intimidation. 4. Combine the forgetfulness and avoidance. Stir them into the tears. 5. Pour in the 1½ cups of “I’m fine.” Mix until everything looks normal on the surface. 6. Pour into a greased pan. Bake until numb. Serving: This recipe serves one. Best served cold. Not recommended for children— unless you don’t want them to have a good childhood.

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Beauty within seems so far out of reach Being slim comes easily Starving for something more fulfilling than calories or carbs For a glowing serving of enlightenment

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Nov 21, 2020

Nov 21, 2020 at 5:35 AM UTC

AmandaKayBurke

Enlightenment

Beauty within seems so far out of reach Being slim comes easily Starving for something more fulfilling than calories or carbs For a glowing serving of enlightenment

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When I dream of you, Comes song, Two country folk men come alive. Tears of the song falls, Of us, Begging us more for simple time. For I dream of you, BanJoed, Hearing the soft ballad of cards. The playing of times, Enticed, Knowing you’re far apart in yards. Here I dream of you, Of song.

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Sep 25, 2020

Sep 25, 2020 at 5:55 AM UTC

NickolasJMcKee

Of Song (BanJoed)

When I dream of you, Comes song, Two country folk men come alive. Tears of the song falls, Of us, Begging us more for simple time. For I dream of you, BanJoed, Hearing the soft ballad of cards. The playing of times, Enticed, Knowing you’re far apart in yards. Here I dream of you, Of song.

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Working while COVID is lurking, You are selflessly nursing and returning, Those that were hurting, Sometimes it can be disconcerting But remember, we are chirping because of you, Thank you for serving.

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Apr 22, 2020

Apr 22, 2020 at 4:21 PM UTC

maunas-mehta

Thank you - Front line staff

Working while COVID is lurking, You are selflessly nursing and returning, Those that were hurting, Sometimes it can be disconcerting But remember, we are chirping because of you, Thank you for serving.

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LEARN THE SYSTEM. OBEY THE SYSTEM. BEAT THE SYSTEM. OVERRIDE THE SYSTEM. SUPERSEDE THE SYSTEM. RESHAPE THE SYSTEM. THEN SHARE WITH AND SERVE OTHERS. IT CREATES A WHOLE NEW SYSTEM. [DO FOR OTHERS] @desire.is.dope 20190308 2340HRS

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Mar 8, 2019

Mar 8, 2019 at 11:44 PM UTC

desireisdope

SYSTEMATIC SERVICE

LEARN THE SYSTEM. OBEY THE SYSTEM. BEAT THE SYSTEM. OVERRIDE THE SYSTEM. SUPERSEDE THE SYSTEM. RESHAPE THE SYSTEM. THEN SHARE WITH AND SERVE OTHERS. IT CREATES A WHOLE NEW SYSTEM. [DO FOR OTHERS] @desire.is.dope 20190308 2340HRS

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Serving for the light. Dying in the night.

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Jan 25, 2019

Jan 25, 2019 at 5:09 AM UTC

Fathurabinaya

Ironic.

Serving for the light. Dying in the night.

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You tell us to get the morgue ready for you, we shake our head oh, don't say that we mean, its gonna be alright but how do we know that you really mean you'd rather die than feel the pain that extraordinary measures can cast on a living soul the doctors rush in and rush out everything- they say is emergent you are equal you, plus your disease, the doctor is the solution I mean the doctor has the solution but is all the pain worth it? you're at a battle with the odds not given much of an option you might as well be chained to the bed too tired to bathe too tired to sleep each breath of air an underwater cyclone trying to expand your lungs against the waves of blood you whisper, *I'm not gonna make it, I'm not gonna make it* but sir, you already have bring your dancing shoes to heaven you'll be able to breathe easy again *you've made it you're almost there*

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Sep 26, 2016

Sep 26, 2016 at 12:10 AM UTC

elle-nell

to hold the hand of a dying man

You tell us to get the morgue ready for you, we shake our head oh, don't say that we mean, its gonna be alright but how do we know that you really mean you'd rather die than feel the pain that extraordinary measures can cast on a living soul the doctors rush in and rush out everything- they say is emergent you are equal you, plus your disease, the doctor is the solution I mean the doctor has the solution but is all the pain worth it? you're at a battle with the odds not given much of an option you might as well be chained to the bed too tired to bathe too tired to sleep each breath of air an underwater cyclone trying to expand your lungs against the waves of blood you whisper, *I'm not gonna make it, I'm not gonna make it* but sir, you already have bring your dancing shoes to heaven you'll be able to breathe easy again *you've made it you're almost there*

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I spend all of my days, serving. I wipe tables, Sweep the floor, Fix broken things, Clean the windows. I make people feel at home, Feel like everything is taken care of. I take away the mess. The dirt. I make everything nice, And pretty. But I'm starting to think you're the server now. You took away my "dirt," my problems. You fixed my broken parts. You took care of me, And made me feel safe. So what do you say? Let's wait on each other. Maybe you aren't a waiter. Maybe you're a tree. Through all the seasons, you're still there. Maybe you're a love song, Giving me hope and a sense of longing. Perhaps you're an artist, Painting the red colors of my cheeks. Or are you a doctor? Checking my heart and noticing it's beating very fast, for you. Or maybe you're just you. A man who loves me, Takes care of me, Cherishes me, Supports me And makes me laugh. You teach me how to love every single day. When we lay next to each other, I can't tell where I end and You begin. So maybe I don't know what you are, But I do know, Who you are.

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Sep 24, 2015

Sep 24, 2015 at 11:23 AM UTC

lexi143

The Server

I spend all of my days, serving. I wipe tables, Sweep the floor, Fix broken things, Clean the windows. I make people feel at home, Feel like everything is taken care of. I take away the mess. The dirt. I make everything nice, And pretty. But I'm starting to think you're the server now. You took away my "dirt," my problems. You fixed my broken parts. You took care of me, And made me feel safe. So what do you say? Let's wait on each other. Maybe you aren't a waiter. Maybe you're a tree. Through all the seasons, you're still there. Maybe you're a love song, Giving me hope and a sense of longing. Perhaps you're an artist, Painting the red colors of my cheeks. Or are you a doctor? Checking my heart and noticing it's beating very fast, for you. Or maybe you're just you. A man who loves me, Takes care of me, Cherishes me, Supports me And makes me laugh. You teach me how to love every single day. When we lay next to each other, I can't tell where I end and You begin. So maybe I don't know what you are, But I do know, Who you are.

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