#splitting - Hello Poetry

Drifting farther from the shallows, surrounded by waters that taste of salt, convinced that every fracture was entirely my fault. I wear my shame like iron, a heavy, rusted chain, apologizing to you for bleeding in the rain. Shattered glass—something broken, too ruined to be mended, thinking my love wasn’t enough and my capacity had ended. With the shift, my pain curdles, and the salt then turns to fire. I saw you as the architect, the cold and heartless liar. How dare you leave me standing here, a ruin in your wake. How much did you expect a human heart was meant to take? I curse the day I met you, a target for my blame. I’d burn every memory till nothing left remained. Foolishly convincing myself I could forget how your skin tastes, only to end up haunted by your ghost in every stranger’s face. Yet even as the lightning strikes, the storm begins to blur, and I find the precious memories begin to reoccur. Anger slips like water through the fingers of my fist, and I’m reaching for the very thing I swore would not be missed. Plagued by all the things I feel so passionately— guilt from all the chaos, highs and lows I keep repeating, and dragging you along to share the burdens that this curse brings. I realize that many times the battles were not worth it. I’ve made mistakes and punished you at times you didn’t deserve it, expecting that my hurtful words be excused, and then rewarded. Forget the rage, the bitter words, the storms we put ourselves through, all the damage from the “I hate yous” and “I love yous.” I’d do anything to show you that my heart beats only for you. My problem is I’m cursed to run, but my compass only points toward you.

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Feb 8

Feb 8, 2026 at 11:51 PM UTC

Teraton

I'll share this curse with you.

Drifting farther from the shallows, surrounded by waters that taste of salt, convinced that every fracture was entirely my fault. I wear my shame like iron, a heavy, rusted chain, apologizing to you for bleeding in the rain. Shattered glass—something broken, too ruined to be mended, thinking my love wasn’t enough and my capacity had ended. With the shift, my pain curdles, and the salt then turns to fire. I saw you as the architect, the cold and heartless liar. How dare you leave me standing here, a ruin in your wake. How much did you expect a human heart was meant to take? I curse the day I met you, a target for my blame. I’d burn every memory till nothing left remained. Foolishly convincing myself I could forget how your skin tastes, only to end up haunted by your ghost in every stranger’s face. Yet even as the lightning strikes, the storm begins to blur, and I find the precious memories begin to reoccur. Anger slips like water through the fingers of my fist, and I’m reaching for the very thing I swore would not be missed. Plagued by all the things I feel so passionately— guilt from all the chaos, highs and lows I keep repeating, and dragging you along to share the burdens that this curse brings. I realize that many times the battles were not worth it. I’ve made mistakes and punished you at times you didn’t deserve it, expecting that my hurtful words be excused, and then rewarded. Forget the rage, the bitter words, the storms we put ourselves through, all the damage from the “I hate yous” and “I love yous.” I’d do anything to show you that my heart beats only for you. My problem is I’m cursed to run, but my compass only points toward you.

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The frigid night air, bites into the backs, of my ankles. Paralytic pain, sinks...into ripping tendons, like cool, steely jaws. The gaping maw, awaits, and it is raw, and hungry. -- Bits of half-chewed sinew, cling, to its jagged teeth. They pierce, abruptly into nestled beds, of drying, crystalized nerves. Everything, that is living tissue is screaming, in a symphony, of choleric agony, beneath the whelm, of a parasitic cold. Yet, without even the benefit, of a burial... I, am dead. I... have died. -- A fragile... braggy peace, paces... in the overgrowth, of my indifference. It smashes down, upon the painted tulips, with grinding steps... putting the weight, of the world, on their happy, stillborn bonneted heads. There goes my cheerful demeanor; only disquiet remains: the depression, of witnessing depression... the brutal crush, of the fetal blooms.

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Jan 24

Jan 24, 2026 at 11:48 PM UTC

disastrophe

A Parasitic Cold

The frigid night air, bites into the backs, of my ankles. Paralytic pain, sinks...into ripping tendons, like cool, steely jaws. The gaping maw, awaits, and it is raw, and hungry. -- Bits of half-chewed sinew, cling, to its jagged teeth. They pierce, abruptly into nestled beds, of drying, crystalized nerves. Everything, that is living tissue is screaming, in a symphony, of choleric agony, beneath the whelm, of a parasitic cold. Yet, without even the benefit, of a burial... I, am dead. I... have died. -- A fragile... braggy peace, paces... in the overgrowth, of my indifference. It smashes down, upon the painted tulips, with grinding steps... putting the weight, of the world, on their happy, stillborn bonneted heads. There goes my cheerful demeanor; only disquiet remains: the depression, of witnessing depression... the brutal crush, of the fetal blooms.

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Would that I wave my hand and gift the blooming of spring flowers to you. Or pray at the altar of winter’s slow fire to melt away this frozen heart. But a flurry of whiteout feelings blind me from such a pompous display of naive romanticism. Yet love is blind and love blinds. Love binds and love breaks. If you’ve lost the trail, you are the trail. No one said this journey would be easy. Actually, I don’t remember anyone telling me anything about this journey. Rubber wood for legs and pursed lips at the sound of a secret taunting my ensemble soul from the wings. Space enough to relay a message. Distance enough to lose it. The gathering at this point is a drift of tumbleweeds and the only thing to read on the signs is rust. So I reach down and grab a handful of dirt, put it in my mouth, and whistle dixie past this graveyard of doubt. Just in time to see the last elephant and the sun set through the fog of memory. That star is underground as I sleep, lighting the dark corners from weird angles. The wood groans under the weight of dreams before flesh splits to let the light in— pay the sandman, it’s time to wake up.

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Sep 4, 2025

Sep 4, 2025 at 8:53 PM UTC

Laokos

splitting open

Would that I wave my hand and gift the blooming of spring flowers to you. Or pray at the altar of winter’s slow fire to melt away this frozen heart. But a flurry of whiteout feelings blind me from such a pompous display of naive romanticism. Yet love is blind and love blinds. Love binds and love breaks. If you’ve lost the trail, you are the trail. No one said this journey would be easy. Actually, I don’t remember anyone telling me anything about this journey. Rubber wood for legs and pursed lips at the sound of a secret taunting my ensemble soul from the wings. Space enough to relay a message. Distance enough to lose it. The gathering at this point is a drift of tumbleweeds and the only thing to read on the signs is rust. So I reach down and grab a handful of dirt, put it in my mouth, and whistle dixie past this graveyard of doubt. Just in time to see the last elephant and the sun set through the fog of memory. That star is underground as I sleep, lighting the dark corners from weird angles. The wood groans under the weight of dreams before flesh splits to let the light in— pay the sandman, it’s time to wake up.

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I love I hate I yearn I ache The pain The chase Eyes and ears and taste The hands That shake Making love to my mistakes Regret Remorse Embracing my own corpse Change Sorrow Waiting for tomorrow Paranoia Trust Drenched in pixie dust Manic Placid The future's dipped in acid Hope Unrest Bricks inside my chest Friction Freedom Lies that I believe in Tears Laughter Curate my own disaster Chalk Frost Skin made up of moss Tide Concrete Death before retreat Time Space Stuffed inside a case Fraud Truth The difference between the two "I'm fine" It's true And if you actually knew What could you even do?

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May 26, 2025

May 26, 2025 at 4:41 AM UTC

learningfromlosing

As of late

I love I hate I yearn I ache The pain The chase Eyes and ears and taste The hands That shake Making love to my mistakes Regret Remorse Embracing my own corpse Change Sorrow Waiting for tomorrow Paranoia Trust Drenched in pixie dust Manic Placid The future's dipped in acid Hope Unrest Bricks inside my chest Friction Freedom Lies that I believe in Tears Laughter Curate my own disaster Chalk Frost Skin made up of moss Tide Concrete Death before retreat Time Space Stuffed inside a case Fraud Truth The difference between the two "I'm fine" It's true And if you actually knew What could you even do?

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I don't know how To get her home, Or if she has one... Does 𝘴𝘩𝘦 even know? If I reached out my hand, Would she even pull? She's been making herself larger. I can feel her reappearance. She gets brighter, I get darker. Interfering with my impulse, And it happened again... I forgot how I got here, Don't where I began. ▪︎ mica light ▪︎

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Mar 14, 2023

Mar 14, 2023 at 10:51 PM UTC

micalight

hailstorm

I don't know how To get her home, Or if she has one... Does 𝘴𝘩𝘦 even know? If I reached out my hand, Would she even pull? She's been making herself larger. I can feel her reappearance. She gets brighter, I get darker. Interfering with my impulse, And it happened again... I forgot how I got here, Don't where I began. ▪︎ mica light ▪︎

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A shattered crystalline carpet From my feet to yours. But that is not me Those are not mine. Those shards, Sharp and brittle Are too fragile, Mine lie beneath veins Crimson and blue. Dull yet slowly, Surely, Pricking their way through. They will bleed me dry, Drop by drop, Streaked across surfaces, In agonised glory, Like an artistic expression, A sublime thought, A foretold prophecy, An undeniable frisson, But never A sudden mess That shatters So openly across the floor. Unveiled and bare To be crunched Under feet Or mocked by scathing Unsympathetic eyes. That is not me Those are not mine.

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Nov 27, 2021

Nov 27, 2021 at 2:03 AM UTC

aiman_t_syed

Fragments

A shattered crystalline carpet From my feet to yours. But that is not me Those are not mine. Those shards, Sharp and brittle Are too fragile, Mine lie beneath veins Crimson and blue. Dull yet slowly, Surely, Pricking their way through. They will bleed me dry, Drop by drop, Streaked across surfaces, In agonised glory, Like an artistic expression, A sublime thought, A foretold prophecy, An undeniable frisson, But never A sudden mess That shatters So openly across the floor. Unveiled and bare To be crunched Under feet Or mocked by scathing Unsympathetic eyes. That is not me Those are not mine.

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It seems our friendship ends here, My friend Let’s split this orange in two Keep your half and don’t share it Nothing left we want to mix together. It has always been coming quietly Probably from the moment we shook hands The time has now arrived Even as we try to elongate our texts Force our voices with concern Still waiting for the exit We knew from the second We walked different paths That the ground would tremble, And the cracks rise. The gap has been widening As the sun and moon switch places Even if we ignore it and Throw a smile across the divide. The pretense now Makes my skin crawl Escape from this strange web Coating around us is urgent I know you have your stuff under hands And want to keep them away from me Here, I’ll give it all to you on a gold platter. But for some reason it won’t cross the table It’s frozen to the touch, I cannot get it over. Unwilling to put down our dignity Laid on the napkin exposed to the other Making this process extend Pulling out without an end Continuously balancing The thin string wobbling into the dark Struggling as I carry memories on my back Missing pieces increasing its weight As it slips down I wonder who you are Grudges I thought buried Now splitting through the earth It seems our friendship ends here, My friend The air has grown too toxic to breathe I can no longer see you through the divide Let us not even try and leave it at that. Who will be the one to say it first? Just look around for an excuse Drop a bubble of silence Hoping to set off a bomb of meaning Nobody has to take responsibility Let us escape. Laughs abounding while We crossed the dark streets Now mock me Showing only unknowing youth There to fill a space where I now realize you were thin air. As fleeting as a passing joke An initiation for the future.. What I thought was so tight Loosened itself at a touch And left the past at the back As we walk through the tunnel. Time has passed by And swallowed us whole Still falling down its’ throat Passing by brief glimpses of moonlight It’s dark sides showing up at my face Always changing paths I won’t hand you the compass As I land at on my feet, I want to enjoy the walk without you Dusk is setting down on the streets I see we are on opposite sides Of the sun glazed windows No longer able to meet each other’s gaze Through the bright shine Shut mouths full of words That weigh on our tongues The coat now fits us well, Straightened out on our shoulders Should now be able to walk Pass by each other with a nod It seems our friendship ends here, My friend Let’s buy two different train tickets We don’t want to join the other The seat beside me will be reserved. But nothing is going past my lips Let’s hurry up, the bell is ringing Exchange phrases of good wishes Both curious of our destinations We’re adults now Let’s board and leave

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Oct 20, 2019

Oct 20, 2019 at 3:52 AM UTC

Ju_Temo

Longer Than a Break Up

It seems our friendship ends here, My friend Let’s split this orange in two Keep your half and don’t share it Nothing left we want to mix together. It has always been coming quietly Probably from the moment we shook hands The time has now arrived Even as we try to elongate our texts Force our voices with concern Still waiting for the exit We knew from the second We walked different paths That the ground would tremble, And the cracks rise. The gap has been widening As the sun and moon switch places Even if we ignore it and Throw a smile across the divide. The pretense now Makes my skin crawl Escape from this strange web Coating around us is urgent I know you have your stuff under hands And want to keep them away from me Here, I’ll give it all to you on a gold platter. But for some reason it won’t cross the table It’s frozen to the touch, I cannot get it over. Unwilling to put down our dignity Laid on the napkin exposed to the other Making this process extend Pulling out without an end Continuously balancing The thin string wobbling into the dark Struggling as I carry memories on my back Missing pieces increasing its weight As it slips down I wonder who you are Grudges I thought buried Now splitting through the earth It seems our friendship ends here, My friend The air has grown too toxic to breathe I can no longer see you through the divide Let us not even try and leave it at that. Who will be the one to say it first? Just look around for an excuse Drop a bubble of silence Hoping to set off a bomb of meaning Nobody has to take responsibility Let us escape. Laughs abounding while We crossed the dark streets Now mock me Showing only unknowing youth There to fill a space where I now realize you were thin air. As fleeting as a passing joke An initiation for the future.. What I thought was so tight Loosened itself at a touch And left the past at the back As we walk through the tunnel. Time has passed by And swallowed us whole Still falling down its’ throat Passing by brief glimpses of moonlight It’s dark sides showing up at my face Always changing paths I won’t hand you the compass As I land at on my feet, I want to enjoy the walk without you Dusk is setting down on the streets I see we are on opposite sides Of the sun glazed windows No longer able to meet each other’s gaze Through the bright shine Shut mouths full of words That weigh on our tongues The coat now fits us well, Straightened out on our shoulders Should now be able to walk Pass by each other with a nod It seems our friendship ends here, My friend Let’s buy two different train tickets We don’t want to join the other The seat beside me will be reserved. But nothing is going past my lips Let’s hurry up, the bell is ringing Exchange phrases of good wishes Both curious of our destinations We’re adults now Let’s board and leave

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today love looks like falling water like honey too hot to touch or hold anywhere like snow too minor to sheet white on the ground like ice cream too big on a sweaty summer day like wounds continuously splitting open just before the healing like me continuously splitting open just before the healing

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Apr 24, 2019

Apr 24, 2019 at 12:17 PM UTC

CoronaChaiLove

4.24

today love looks like falling water like honey too hot to touch or hold anywhere like snow too minor to sheet white on the ground like ice cream too big on a sweaty summer day like wounds continuously splitting open just before the healing like me continuously splitting open just before the healing

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I will tell you something about Best friends And good people: They just don't exist. And sometimes You are the worst one.

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Oct 15, 2018

Oct 15, 2018 at 12:04 PM UTC

alexwritingpoetry

No new friends

I will tell you something about Best friends And good people: They just don't exist. And sometimes You are the worst one.

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I think I really am dying Where there was once a vibrancy, In the first name that I wouldn’t remember anymore, Winds that only whisper it still **** its flame, And still, everything's the same, Perhaps: something important collects dust in a drawer. But I guess I was just in love with the day, And by elimination, not the person. I absolutely adored the rays of the sun, the green leaves on the trees and tall grass by the path. So I guess 1+1=0, according to the aftermath, and taking one away from itself ends with none. And that right there just might be how I passed the time, By distracting myself from framing pictures with no captions. Now I can clearly remember the day, the now anonymous smiles and warm open skies, The breezes long sought for, the figureless eyes, Now all I'm capable of remembering is the day. Forcefully ejected into space, those other memories fly. Of course, I still have them, but of course I deny. If I were so forgetful, my words would be real, For I can reject the details and the poison, but I just can't reject how they made me feel.

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Oct 3, 2018

Oct 3, 2018 at 4:23 AM UTC

nitelite

day

I think I really am dying Where there was once a vibrancy, In the first name that I wouldn’t remember anymore, Winds that only whisper it still **** its flame, And still, everything's the same, Perhaps: something important collects dust in a drawer. But I guess I was just in love with the day, And by elimination, not the person. I absolutely adored the rays of the sun, the green leaves on the trees and tall grass by the path. So I guess 1+1=0, according to the aftermath, and taking one away from itself ends with none. And that right there just might be how I passed the time, By distracting myself from framing pictures with no captions. Now I can clearly remember the day, the now anonymous smiles and warm open skies, The breezes long sought for, the figureless eyes, Now all I'm capable of remembering is the day. Forcefully ejected into space, those other memories fly. Of course, I still have them, but of course I deny. If I were so forgetful, my words would be real, For I can reject the details and the poison, but I just can't reject how they made me feel.

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Like splitting the atom I split myself until nothing remains but the idea of me in your head.

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Jun 18, 2017

Jun 18, 2017 at 1:18 PM UTC

diana-bosa-engler

Atom

Like splitting the atom I split myself until nothing remains but the idea of me in your head.

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my rationality is a house drenched in gasoline -- my emotions are a handful of stricken matches -- i hold them delicately between my fingers, try to wave out the flames, blow them out one by one -- but the embers catch on the curtains. the house goes up in flames; it burns to the ground; the ash scars the earth and i can't breathe again -- and why stop there? why burn down a single house when i'd devour a whole village if you asked? my emotions can be dynamite; they're a nuclear blast; set me off and watch the world turn to dust i'm doing it for you my flames are engulfing the planet for you they're my reactions to the small things; they're the clench of my jaw when you send short texts, they're the shaking of my fingers when your shoulders don't curve around mine the conclusion of my analysis on your body decides whether or not the world will go to sleep in bursts of red and orange my spine is in a pool at my feet; my frame has melted and my heart is on the loose smoke is slithering down my throat i'm sorry i am the way i am -- i'm sorry i'm clumsy with fire; i'm sorry this house was built with popsicle sticks; i'm sorry that it's so easy to watch me burn

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Dec 26, 2016

Dec 26, 2016 at 4:28 AM UTC

elliterate

inferno

my rationality is a house drenched in gasoline -- my emotions are a handful of stricken matches -- i hold them delicately between my fingers, try to wave out the flames, blow them out one by one -- but the embers catch on the curtains. the house goes up in flames; it burns to the ground; the ash scars the earth and i can't breathe again -- and why stop there? why burn down a single house when i'd devour a whole village if you asked? my emotions can be dynamite; they're a nuclear blast; set me off and watch the world turn to dust i'm doing it for you my flames are engulfing the planet for you they're my reactions to the small things; they're the clench of my jaw when you send short texts, they're the shaking of my fingers when your shoulders don't curve around mine the conclusion of my analysis on your body decides whether or not the world will go to sleep in bursts of red and orange my spine is in a pool at my feet; my frame has melted and my heart is on the loose smoke is slithering down my throat i'm sorry i am the way i am -- i'm sorry i'm clumsy with fire; i'm sorry this house was built with popsicle sticks; i'm sorry that it's so easy to watch me burn

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*I thought we were friends but you've turned cold it's like your heart is made out of stone Is it because parts of our lives are going in different directions that your cutting of ties since you can't use them anymore? Is this how we have become? Standing on each side of a cliff You with your back turned while i'm still reaching a hand out your way hoping that you'll take it or at least let me know that you're okay and making new friends since I can't make you stay. This fast change of heart doesn't make sense It seems more like we never really were friends*

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Jan 31, 2016

Jan 31, 2016 at 12:13 PM UTC

HeidiHenriksen

Were we even friends?

*I thought we were friends but you've turned cold it's like your heart is made out of stone Is it because parts of our lives are going in different directions that your cutting of ties since you can't use them anymore? Is this how we have become? Standing on each side of a cliff You with your back turned while i'm still reaching a hand out your way hoping that you'll take it or at least let me know that you're okay and making new friends since I can't make you stay. This fast change of heart doesn't make sense It seems more like we never really were friends*

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something along the lines of you'll leave me, won't you? is what i say to you which is unsurprising, given the circumstances for which this idea seems so completely appealing to me (you'll leave me, won't you? you'll leave me, eventually, blah blah blah, if you leave me i'll **** myself, blah blah blah is it all the same to you? do you think i say this **** for fun?) how ******* blasphemous, this idea that's so absurd to you; do you so constantly have your head up your *** or is it just me? oh, wait, no i don't know what you want me to say do you want me to agree with you? you? you, of all people?

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May 25, 2014

May 25, 2014 at 1:35 PM UTC

guro

you're wrong and i'm right, ha ha ha

something along the lines of you'll leave me, won't you? is what i say to you which is unsurprising, given the circumstances for which this idea seems so completely appealing to me (you'll leave me, won't you? you'll leave me, eventually, blah blah blah, if you leave me i'll **** myself, blah blah blah is it all the same to you? do you think i say this **** for fun?) how ******* blasphemous, this idea that's so absurd to you; do you so constantly have your head up your *** or is it just me? oh, wait, no i don't know what you want me to say do you want me to agree with you? you? you, of all people?

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