#slightly - Hello Poetry

Don’t you want to be — lonely? Everyone’s doing it... now. Humans in shells. When love... no longer sells. It’s the new craze — Go on, Try on these new chains. It’s the new craze — Dawn... of a strange age. Try some loneliness — a quiet kind of pain. Try some loneliness — your own company... in vain. Don’t you want to be — lonely? Everyone’s doing it now. We can gather — to be alone... together. It’s the new craze — Setup in new chains. It’s the new craze — Dawn of a strange age. Try some loneliness — It’s colder than it seems. Try some loneliness — It echoes through your dreams. Come on... Be lonely. Or you’ll be left behind. Come on... Be lonely. Or you’ll be left behind. Come on... Be lonely. Or you’ll be left behind.

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Jul 23, 2025

Jul 23, 2025 at 6:11 AM UTC

JordanRay

Try some loneliness

Don’t you want to be — lonely? Everyone’s doing it... now. Humans in shells. When love... no longer sells. It’s the new craze — Go on, Try on these new chains. It’s the new craze — Dawn... of a strange age. Try some loneliness — a quiet kind of pain. Try some loneliness — your own company... in vain. Don’t you want to be — lonely? Everyone’s doing it now. We can gather — to be alone... together. It’s the new craze — Setup in new chains. It’s the new craze — Dawn of a strange age. Try some loneliness — It’s colder than it seems. Try some loneliness — It echoes through your dreams. Come on... Be lonely. Or you’ll be left behind. Come on... Be lonely. Or you’ll be left behind. Come on... Be lonely. Or you’ll be left behind.

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I write this as I watch you rest your weary head down on the soft velvet that is your dreams I wonder if in those ephemeral scenes you escape to I am an actor in the plays that run in the night time. I catch your tears in the crevices of my palms till they're no longer yours but ours, and I wait slowly till the stars return gleaming in your eyes in the solace of your sleeping I see you at serenity, I see you at peace. Away from the world that keeps taking and taking. Sleep has taken the worry from your face, and in the soft curves of your outline I see the sea. Lapping softly on the beach like two lovers in each other's arms. Till the distance between them is blurred. Till there's nothing left but sighs in the dead of the night.

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Jul 11, 2018

Jul 11, 2018 at 11:27 AM UTC

MelancholyMaxims

Sighs in your sleep

I write this as I watch you rest your weary head down on the soft velvet that is your dreams I wonder if in those ephemeral scenes you escape to I am an actor in the plays that run in the night time. I catch your tears in the crevices of my palms till they're no longer yours but ours, and I wait slowly till the stars return gleaming in your eyes in the solace of your sleeping I see you at serenity, I see you at peace. Away from the world that keeps taking and taking. Sleep has taken the worry from your face, and in the soft curves of your outline I see the sea. Lapping softly on the beach like two lovers in each other's arms. Till the distance between them is blurred. Till there's nothing left but sighs in the dead of the night.

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early this year gentle as calm ocean waters lapping along a weir thumb and fore finger of right hand would peal back, (via diagonally flippant motion asper calendar representing progression of time) gets flipped over to veer in one direction (linear) revealing the next month at lightspeed vis a vis tempus fugit galloping tear thy head immediately lost hirsute thickness, i starkly share male or female pattern baldness extant along Harris genealogical trunk line rare yet divulging distress about limp decreasing strands sends shivers along spine, gloomy feeling linkedin with old fashioned meaning of queer and perchance tis foolhardy reeding this Samson night issue must ap pear tis unstoppable inching closer toward as mortality gets near youthful robustness fades replaced by senescence mere really ambling along tragicomic stream, one evinces gargoyles mockingly leer loosing sleep and kept raggedly awake in conjunction dreams fraught with frightful haunting monsters jeer ring sound reverberating hair splitting decibel jamming primary cranial gear aye tell mice elf nothing to fear... yet maximizing this plight with poem 'ere Yukon also temporarily part blond, brown, gold, et cetera locks mud dear.

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Feb 28, 2018

Feb 28, 2018 at 11:48 PM UTC

matthew-scott-harris2p

thinning hair - slight tweak from this twit

early this year gentle as calm ocean waters lapping along a weir thumb and fore finger of right hand would peal back, (via diagonally flippant motion asper calendar representing progression of time) gets flipped over to veer in one direction (linear) revealing the next month at lightspeed vis a vis tempus fugit galloping tear thy head immediately lost hirsute thickness, i starkly share male or female pattern baldness extant along Harris genealogical trunk line rare yet divulging distress about limp decreasing strands sends shivers along spine, gloomy feeling linkedin with old fashioned meaning of queer and perchance tis foolhardy reeding this Samson night issue must ap pear tis unstoppable inching closer toward as mortality gets near youthful robustness fades replaced by senescence mere really ambling along tragicomic stream, one evinces gargoyles mockingly leer loosing sleep and kept raggedly awake in conjunction dreams fraught with frightful haunting monsters jeer ring sound reverberating hair splitting decibel jamming primary cranial gear aye tell mice elf nothing to fear... yet maximizing this plight with poem 'ere Yukon also temporarily part blond, brown, gold, et cetera locks mud dear.

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It’s been three years I actually fit in here And yet you want to leave? Why are my decisions Never left up to me? It dosnt matter anyway No one will ever stay It’s gotten to now Where I’m accustomed To you as you walk away I guess that now I know how you look More from behind Than in the front I wish I could rewind I don’t know what would be different Or how it would end But maybe I would be firm And not bend When I was made to leave And told to walk away Or maybe even you might stay.

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Jan 14, 2018

Jan 14, 2018 at 4:45 PM UTC

makayla-shea

Leaving..... again

It’s been three years I actually fit in here And yet you want to leave? Why are my decisions Never left up to me? It dosnt matter anyway No one will ever stay It’s gotten to now Where I’m accustomed To you as you walk away I guess that now I know how you look More from behind Than in the front I wish I could rewind I don’t know what would be different Or how it would end But maybe I would be firm And not bend When I was made to leave And told to walk away Or maybe even you might stay.

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What fills the space, the empty void that life has taken Who's to fill your dying heart--- beating raindrops like crystals slipping under your black eyes Where will you go if nobody has asked you to stay And lastly, when will you come home to me--- the place you belong wholeheartedly...

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Aug 11, 2017

Aug 11, 2017 at 2:45 AM UTC

mahiwagangcorresel

The Sound of Melancholy

What fills the space, the empty void that life has taken Who's to fill your dying heart--- beating raindrops like crystals slipping under your black eyes Where will you go if nobody has asked you to stay And lastly, when will you come home to me--- the place you belong wholeheartedly...

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I touch your hair then touch the grass, your hair is so much softer. I touch your cheek then touch mine, they are the same, so why does yours make my fingers tingle? I touch your lips with my fingers, they feel good I touch your lips with my lips, it feels way better. I touch your hair, cheek, lips, chest, back, I touch all of you and I love it, I love all of you.

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Jun 7, 2017

Jun 7, 2017 at 1:56 PM UTC

bn02

touching you

I touch your hair then touch the grass, your hair is so much softer. I touch your cheek then touch mine, they are the same, so why does yours make my fingers tingle? I touch your lips with my fingers, they feel good I touch your lips with my lips, it feels way better. I touch your hair, cheek, lips, chest, back, I touch all of you and I love it, I love all of you.

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*I am weary My eyes are wandering aimlessly My forethought having long since lost its ability to see Anything beyond the warm bed in front of me O' my old friend How I long and wish to return to you again To pass the day slowly away Until I am refreshed again and eager to live Outside of this abnormality Because I miss the normal visions I have And this, whatever you want to call it existence Is a much sleepier, far less enjoyable version of me For I am weary And yet I want to be Rested without having to waste my time Investing in the folds of sleep This I know to be selfish of me And yet no matter how hard I try I cannot seem to close my eyes and rest my head At either the foot nor head of my bed Perhaps, if you'd see me, you could understand That I am not angry, foolish, or sad I'm just a slightly tired man*

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Feb 28, 2017

Feb 28, 2017 at 11:17 PM UTC

colmistoirm

Slightly Tired

*I am weary My eyes are wandering aimlessly My forethought having long since lost its ability to see Anything beyond the warm bed in front of me O' my old friend How I long and wish to return to you again To pass the day slowly away Until I am refreshed again and eager to live Outside of this abnormality Because I miss the normal visions I have And this, whatever you want to call it existence Is a much sleepier, far less enjoyable version of me For I am weary And yet I want to be Rested without having to waste my time Investing in the folds of sleep This I know to be selfish of me And yet no matter how hard I try I cannot seem to close my eyes and rest my head At either the foot nor head of my bed Perhaps, if you'd see me, you could understand That I am not angry, foolish, or sad I'm just a slightly tired man*

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"We've enjoyed your time here " Is not said frequently enough Before we know it, they're gone forever Words halt so much pain I just wish we all knew how to utilize that correctly I think the world will be slightly better that way Just slightly

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Apr 23, 2016

Apr 23, 2016 at 2:41 PM UTC

peter-r-hamilton

Enjoyed Your Time

"We've enjoyed your time here " Is not said frequently enough Before we know it, they're gone forever Words halt so much pain I just wish we all knew how to utilize that correctly I think the world will be slightly better that way Just slightly

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that moment when the feeling you felt (for him) two years ago slightly hits you-- the feeling of your heart being squeezed slightly. just slightly.

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Sep 10, 2015

Sep 10, 2015 at 8:00 PM UTC

lunar-love

slightly

that moment when the feeling you felt (for him) two years ago slightly hits you-- the feeling of your heart being squeezed slightly. just slightly.

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the color of her lipstick the color of the alleyway the color of his knuckles when she showed signs of struggle the color of the pavement the color of the ambulance light the color of her maternity dress the color of her baby's hair the color of the roses they set beside her coffin she saw red-- the color of Love.

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Feb 1, 2015

Feb 1, 2015 at 5:33 PM UTC

quip-the-quandary

she saw red

the color of her lipstick the color of the alleyway the color of his knuckles when she showed signs of struggle the color of the pavement the color of the ambulance light the color of her maternity dress the color of her baby's hair the color of the roses they set beside her coffin she saw red-- the color of Love.

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