#swiftie - Hello Poetry

The Life of a Showgirl Glitter is just dust that learned to beg for attention. The crowd loves the fire, not the girl breathing the smoke. I’ve bled in gowns worth more than rent. Showgirls don’t sleep, we just step out of view. I bow so low the room flips upside down and think about staying there. The house always wins when the house is me. Every encore’s just a prettier cage. Applause is hunger wearing perfume. I’ve been feeding it my spine for years. Every standing ovation is an autopsy report— cause of death: she was too good at her job. I learned to stand still so the aim would be easier. The dress is breathtaking, and I can’t breathe. The pearls bruise softer in summer. By fall, they know my throat’s shape. By winter, I forget I can take them off. The life of a showgirl is knowing the curtain call and the execution order sound exactly the same. And I bow until the curtain closes, and I’m gone- even I’m not sure where I go.

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Aug 15, 2025

Aug 15, 2025 at 3:05 PM UTC

Kiernan515

The Life of a Showgirl

The Life of a Showgirl Glitter is just dust that learned to beg for attention. The crowd loves the fire, not the girl breathing the smoke. I’ve bled in gowns worth more than rent. Showgirls don’t sleep, we just step out of view. I bow so low the room flips upside down and think about staying there. The house always wins when the house is me. Every encore’s just a prettier cage. Applause is hunger wearing perfume. I’ve been feeding it my spine for years. Every standing ovation is an autopsy report— cause of death: she was too good at her job. I learned to stand still so the aim would be easier. The dress is breathtaking, and I can’t breathe. The pearls bruise softer in summer. By fall, they know my throat’s shape. By winter, I forget I can take them off. The life of a showgirl is knowing the curtain call and the execution order sound exactly the same. And I bow until the curtain closes, and I’m gone- even I’m not sure where I go.

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Forgive me Peter, tensions blare like flames of a heater. You said, that the time’s ill, But it came off as your free will. Unbeknownst, we were put to withstand the test of time, Did you really give up on us in our prime? What once was as bejewelled as a cosmic star, Is now drowning in the wine at the bar. The story of us, preserved in cedar closets Accessed by the one left behind, a tortured marionette. Denial disguised as hope, the thought of when you return. But now you’re 25 and farewell’s all I wrote, A void engulfs my radiant glow, I watch my fantasy wither, then burn. Acceptance is moving on, But pain strikes deep, as the new day is born. It’s time I realise, The shelf life of those fantasies have expired, My life - a tragic satire.

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May 4, 2025

May 4, 2025 at 11:07 AM UTC

Ilovechocolatemilk13

Peter

Forgive me Peter, tensions blare like flames of a heater. You said, that the time’s ill, But it came off as your free will. Unbeknownst, we were put to withstand the test of time, Did you really give up on us in our prime? What once was as bejewelled as a cosmic star, Is now drowning in the wine at the bar. The story of us, preserved in cedar closets Accessed by the one left behind, a tortured marionette. Denial disguised as hope, the thought of when you return. But now you’re 25 and farewell’s all I wrote, A void engulfs my radiant glow, I watch my fantasy wither, then burn. Acceptance is moving on, But pain strikes deep, as the new day is born. It’s time I realise, The shelf life of those fantasies have expired, My life - a tragic satire.

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Lingering in the dark side, She just blew my mind, My brain waves all fried, Sanity lost, too far to find. I dream of busting chains, Throwing my life down the cliffs, to the ocean rocks. My soul now in your reigns, Bound,Buried & Chained in a box. My visions wild, Fantasising a life away, Heartbreak not so mild, I end up all alone and stray. In my Mind, my Initials chained around her neck, Tighter than the grasp of love and dread, Blinded in a hedge maze, reality unchecked, We’ve already done it in my head. Fiction and reality merge, I keep recalling you in vivid dreams, A messy little kiss it’s all that I urge, Lust flows in wicked streams. The river of lust, Sourced from fatal fantasies, As I drown deep in you, Giving into all the fancies. Bedsheets all ablaze, Screaming, hiding my face, Rising up like waves, Crashing over, leaving no trace. At last, a wishful yearn, Giving way to laboured breath, Will the tables turn, Our fate all set.

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Feb 23, 2025

Feb 23, 2025 at 10:31 AM UTC

Ilovechocolatemilk13

Fictional Fantasies

Lingering in the dark side, She just blew my mind, My brain waves all fried, Sanity lost, too far to find. I dream of busting chains, Throwing my life down the cliffs, to the ocean rocks. My soul now in your reigns, Bound,Buried & Chained in a box. My visions wild, Fantasising a life away, Heartbreak not so mild, I end up all alone and stray. In my Mind, my Initials chained around her neck, Tighter than the grasp of love and dread, Blinded in a hedge maze, reality unchecked, We’ve already done it in my head. Fiction and reality merge, I keep recalling you in vivid dreams, A messy little kiss it’s all that I urge, Lust flows in wicked streams. The river of lust, Sourced from fatal fantasies, As I drown deep in you, Giving into all the fancies. Bedsheets all ablaze, Screaming, hiding my face, Rising up like waves, Crashing over, leaving no trace. At last, a wishful yearn, Giving way to laboured breath, Will the tables turn, Our fate all set.

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My knuckles bruised, they’re violet, My heart broken, it was once so scarlet. I waived the white flag just for you to tear it apart, I knew it was just the start. Of Bloodshed, Crimson Clover, Our dream was over, You said forever. But then you smashed it up. Hatred spills over our sacred love. Our malice intertwined, Truth drowns deep in glasses of wine. Maroon red is it love or is it hate, Or was this eventually our fate.

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Feb 15, 2025

Feb 15, 2025 at 9:53 AM UTC

Ilovechocolatemilk13

The Great War

My knuckles bruised, they’re violet, My heart broken, it was once so scarlet. I waived the white flag just for you to tear it apart, I knew it was just the start. Of Bloodshed, Crimson Clover, Our dream was over, You said forever. But then you smashed it up. Hatred spills over our sacred love. Our malice intertwined, Truth drowns deep in glasses of wine. Maroon red is it love or is it hate, Or was this eventually our fate.

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I want to write a poem for you, a lighthearted one full of morning breath kisses after late nights of bodies intertwined. One worthy enough to be quoted in wedding vows. Except I haven’t had a good night’s rest since the second of December, and the salt has left permanent tracks on my cheeks. My glass heart is glued together with Taylor Swift and therapy sessions, cautiously breathing through the memories anticipating the shatter. One day I’ll write a carefree poem, only it will be about me.

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Dec 29, 2024

Dec 29, 2024 at 8:53 PM UTC

LMH08

Lover

I want to write a poem for you, a lighthearted one full of morning breath kisses after late nights of bodies intertwined. One worthy enough to be quoted in wedding vows. Except I haven’t had a good night’s rest since the second of December, and the salt has left permanent tracks on my cheeks. My glass heart is glued together with Taylor Swift and therapy sessions, cautiously breathing through the memories anticipating the shatter. One day I’ll write a carefree poem, only it will be about me.

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If you can’t feel anything You’ll never hurt If you go on a trip You don’t have to come back I know I speak nonsense Improbable things Make your meals Eat your money Then repeat Until the ending They say go to bed on time Because time is not my own I have no control One tear resting On my piano alone What if I died? Who really cares? These questions Whispered at night It’s me who does this I’m self aware What is poetic? This is not what this was supposed to be These are midnight thoughts Thanks for listening? Missed you all It’s been a minute Life moved on I came back Because I missed u in it

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Jan 13, 2023

Jan 13, 2023 at 4:27 AM UTC

J_R

Miss me?

If you can’t feel anything You’ll never hurt If you go on a trip You don’t have to come back I know I speak nonsense Improbable things Make your meals Eat your money Then repeat Until the ending They say go to bed on time Because time is not my own I have no control One tear resting On my piano alone What if I died? Who really cares? These questions Whispered at night It’s me who does this I’m self aware What is poetic? This is not what this was supposed to be These are midnight thoughts Thanks for listening? Missed you all It’s been a minute Life moved on I came back Because I missed u in it

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Oh mirror I believe you were made to taunt me Few see beauty and peace Most see something they can never be Wanting is a burden Having is a crime What do I say to that? Just give me some time Paralyzed I stare Oh mirrored me Talk to me sweetly Tell me "wear and tear is normal just confide in those who cry deeply" I sigh alone fractured by despair I walk outside and I see mirrors everywhere -J.R

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Sep 30, 2021

Sep 30, 2021 at 9:20 PM UTC

J_R

Mirrors

Oh mirror I believe you were made to taunt me Few see beauty and peace Most see something they can never be Wanting is a burden Having is a crime What do I say to that? Just give me some time Paralyzed I stare Oh mirrored me Talk to me sweetly Tell me "wear and tear is normal just confide in those who cry deeply" I sigh alone fractured by despair I walk outside and I see mirrors everywhere -J.R

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We were a crooked love In a straight line down Makes you wanna run and hide But it makes you turn right back around I wish you would come back Wish I'd never hung up the phone like I did I wish you knew that I'd never forget you as long as I'd live I wish we could go back And remember what we were fighting for Wish you knew that I miss you too much to be mad anymore And I wish you were right here, right now It's all good I wish you would

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Apr 8, 2016

Apr 8, 2016 at 2:58 AM UTC

iamimi17

IWYW

We were a crooked love In a straight line down Makes you wanna run and hide But it makes you turn right back around I wish you would come back Wish I'd never hung up the phone like I did I wish you knew that I'd never forget you as long as I'd live I wish we could go back And remember what we were fighting for Wish you knew that I miss you too much to be mad anymore And I wish you were right here, right now It's all good I wish you would

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