#snapping - Hello Poetry

As people, we bend and we break, more often than not for the sake of another. There’s a reason why bending comes first, like the river trailing down to the lake on a late summer night. The same path winding, splitting, running, flowing, rushing in the other direction. Bending; it bends, twists and curves all the way. From one side of the planet to the other; break of day. And I thought lighthouses were made to stop ships from sinking. But the stars and moon are blinding me and I can’t see a single thing. So I just keep on drowning, drowning, drowning in a polluted sea. The lingering ash and dust on my fingertips is washed away by the water. Yet when I try to resurface, all I smell and see, is copper. Don’t paint my body with the same shade of black that everyone else has. I know it’ll get washed away by the current. But I still feel it, stuck to the strands of my hair and covering my back. I’ve studied all these maps from people who’ve studied water bodies: how they form, how they stay, how they deform, how they carry the force of the wind and the load of a ship; the ferocity of the beast, feral as I can be within. Rippling waves of murky water still reflect the image of my face. So at least, all this bending and breaking hasn’t gone to waste.

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May 12

May 12, 2026 at 7:46 AM UTC

Arii_Does_ARTZZZ

Cyrtanthus Ventricosus

As people, we bend and we break, more often than not for the sake of another. There’s a reason why bending comes first, like the river trailing down to the lake on a late summer night. The same path winding, splitting, running, flowing, rushing in the other direction. Bending; it bends, twists and curves all the way. From one side of the planet to the other; break of day. And I thought lighthouses were made to stop ships from sinking. But the stars and moon are blinding me and I can’t see a single thing. So I just keep on drowning, drowning, drowning in a polluted sea. The lingering ash and dust on my fingertips is washed away by the water. Yet when I try to resurface, all I smell and see, is copper. Don’t paint my body with the same shade of black that everyone else has. I know it’ll get washed away by the current. But I still feel it, stuck to the strands of my hair and covering my back. I’ve studied all these maps from people who’ve studied water bodies: how they form, how they stay, how they deform, how they carry the force of the wind and the load of a ship; the ferocity of the beast, feral as I can be within. Rippling waves of murky water still reflect the image of my face. So at least, all this bending and breaking hasn’t gone to waste.

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I'm not really violent Lately though people are pushing my buttons over and over Stretching me past my breaking point I barely keep my anger inside from coming out One more push though and I think I'll blow up One more push and snap I'm so fed up So don't push me please because I'm close to blowing

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Mar 21, 2016

Mar 21, 2016 at 3:42 PM UTC

WinterJester

Don't Push Me

I'm not really violent Lately though people are pushing my buttons over and over Stretching me past my breaking point I barely keep my anger inside from coming out One more push though and I think I'll blow up One more push and snap I'm so fed up So don't push me please because I'm close to blowing

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Woke up in a dream under asphalt trees soaked in the sap of the sweltering city wearing these old rat rags and sneering at the concrete Greyscale mindset stitched into my sleeve This town'll fuckin' **** ya and drop a coin on your grave dig your way up to the daylight and hang on to your ***** Waking up Snapping out. It's not so easy, is it? Waking up and snapping out... The barge is afloat on the sidewalk streams Burns in the summer, ******* doused in Spring the bums puke in corners children ***** in the alleys Sinking hulks. "Abandon ship!" on the galleys These waves'll ******* **** ya and pull you down in the deep this dream ain't worth waking for But we can't get to sleep.

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May 16, 2014

May 16, 2014 at 5:59 PM UTC

kyle-kulseth

Waking Up/Snapping Out

Woke up in a dream under asphalt trees soaked in the sap of the sweltering city wearing these old rat rags and sneering at the concrete Greyscale mindset stitched into my sleeve This town'll fuckin' **** ya and drop a coin on your grave dig your way up to the daylight and hang on to your ***** Waking up Snapping out. It's not so easy, is it? Waking up and snapping out... The barge is afloat on the sidewalk streams Burns in the summer, ******* doused in Spring the bums puke in corners children ***** in the alleys Sinking hulks. "Abandon ship!" on the galleys These waves'll ******* **** ya and pull you down in the deep this dream ain't worth waking for But we can't get to sleep.

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