#tma - Hello Poetry

I stood there. Staring my mind couldn't wrap around it. After 7 f--king years they where finally clean and back. I couldn't find the words to say to them. My mother laughed while smiling. I tried to remember it after a few seconds, but I just didn't ever remember her laugh. My father spoke up "you've grown” That was all he said. My arms prickled. Why did he sound like that? Did he always sound like that? So monotone. So bland. Maybe I wasn't thinking about the right thing, they were there! I wanted to go hug them but…i just didn't move as i stared up at them they hadn't called in so long i just…didn't remember their faces. But they had to be them. This feeling of dread kept me back. But I noticed something. My mom loved her long hair. Right in front of me like I saw was her. But it wasn't. Her hair was short and she kept smiling, learning. The whole moment felt off. They were in California, they were homeless. How did they get up here? And their addicts they wouldn't stop. Why would they? They never did it after I was born. That was the whole reason I left with my grandmother. But there they were, standing in front of my door smiling so deathly quiet. Their eyes were all over me learning how I stood, how I acted, everything. My mother noticed my left hand. I had always had a birth defect there. Symbrachydactyly that's what they called it. Weird name isn't it? She spoke her voice sounded like butter pouring on popcorn, greasy and never ending. “Oh my dear what happened?” I stood still. She birthed me she would know about it. I finally looked them exactly in the face. It looked like masks. Their faces so so very close but wrong. And they knew it. The smell finally hit me. The god awful smell of rotting flesh, it seemed to slip at that moment. The Mannequin stared at me. Its lifeless eyes stared back. I wasn't able to close the door fast enough.

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Mar 24

Mar 24, 2026 at 12:49 AM UTC

7-Flavors-Of-Bones

Strangers as Familiars.

I stood there. Staring my mind couldn't wrap around it. After 7 f--king years they where finally clean and back. I couldn't find the words to say to them. My mother laughed while smiling. I tried to remember it after a few seconds, but I just didn't ever remember her laugh. My father spoke up "you've grown” That was all he said. My arms prickled. Why did he sound like that? Did he always sound like that? So monotone. So bland. Maybe I wasn't thinking about the right thing, they were there! I wanted to go hug them but…i just didn't move as i stared up at them they hadn't called in so long i just…didn't remember their faces. But they had to be them. This feeling of dread kept me back. But I noticed something. My mom loved her long hair. Right in front of me like I saw was her. But it wasn't. Her hair was short and she kept smiling, learning. The whole moment felt off. They were in California, they were homeless. How did they get up here? And their addicts they wouldn't stop. Why would they? They never did it after I was born. That was the whole reason I left with my grandmother. But there they were, standing in front of my door smiling so deathly quiet. Their eyes were all over me learning how I stood, how I acted, everything. My mother noticed my left hand. I had always had a birth defect there. Symbrachydactyly that's what they called it. Weird name isn't it? She spoke her voice sounded like butter pouring on popcorn, greasy and never ending. “Oh my dear what happened?” I stood still. She birthed me she would know about it. I finally looked them exactly in the face. It looked like masks. Their faces so so very close but wrong. And they knew it. The smell finally hit me. The god awful smell of rotting flesh, it seemed to slip at that moment. The Mannequin stared at me. Its lifeless eyes stared back. I wasn't able to close the door fast enough.

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I've always loved circus, the laughter, the music, the colors But this one... it was the jugglers I was watching them throwing up pins and ball's I used to be able to do that, and I found some and the applause started But not from the audience It seemed to be from the jugglers, but the sound was too tedious They only had two hands but it seemed hideous It was in my head And left this dread I tried to continue but each clown looked the same They blended and I felt like a carousel moving round and round, it Seemed to be a claim I ran, tripping, to look in the mirror, but all I saw was a performer It was torture The white makeup seemed to stick I clawed at my face, wetting it in the sink But when I looked at my hands There was nothing on them, and my face still had the paints The smile was still there When it looked in the mirror, it wasn't the same, not even its hair This strange feeling deep inside it made it walk And it walked out and looked down, waiting for it, was a pair of juggling Pins, it tried to talk But it couldn't It didn't have any vocal cords to make the sound anything to quote And it walked back up to the stage And kept its smile Staring out into the crowded The people didn't even notice they were surrounded By strangers Strangers that would bring in people that loved the circus They always ended up the best parts of the act With her keeping them there Unknown of its snare That she keeps, the strings that pull them to dance They never had a chance Not against her "Joey" The skinless clown, The victor of the circus, The bear of the circus, Nikola Orsniov

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Mar 19

Mar 19, 2026 at 12:37 AM UTC

7-Flavors-Of-Bones

The Circus Of The Other. (Tsirk drugogo)

I've always loved circus, the laughter, the music, the colors But this one... it was the jugglers I was watching them throwing up pins and ball's I used to be able to do that, and I found some and the applause started But not from the audience It seemed to be from the jugglers, but the sound was too tedious They only had two hands but it seemed hideous It was in my head And left this dread I tried to continue but each clown looked the same They blended and I felt like a carousel moving round and round, it Seemed to be a claim I ran, tripping, to look in the mirror, but all I saw was a performer It was torture The white makeup seemed to stick I clawed at my face, wetting it in the sink But when I looked at my hands There was nothing on them, and my face still had the paints The smile was still there When it looked in the mirror, it wasn't the same, not even its hair This strange feeling deep inside it made it walk And it walked out and looked down, waiting for it, was a pair of juggling Pins, it tried to talk But it couldn't It didn't have any vocal cords to make the sound anything to quote And it walked back up to the stage And kept its smile Staring out into the crowded The people didn't even notice they were surrounded By strangers Strangers that would bring in people that loved the circus They always ended up the best parts of the act With her keeping them there Unknown of its snare That she keeps, the strings that pull them to dance They never had a chance Not against her "Joey" The skinless clown, The victor of the circus, The bear of the circus, Nikola Orsniov

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i saw you smile once. i remember, you answered a call, i dont know who it was, but tension melted from your face like ice cracking cleanly in warm water, fondness seeping through and settling just behind your eyes. my chest was sent hurtling down a mountain, crashing through trees and rocks, and plummeting into summer lakes. i could have spent endless days out there, floating along those currents, my boat sail snapping with the force of your breathy laugh into the reciever. i saw you smile once, i remember.

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Mar 6, 2020

Mar 6, 2020 at 6:12 AM UTC

quack

workaholic

i saw you smile once. i remember, you answered a call, i dont know who it was, but tension melted from your face like ice cracking cleanly in warm water, fondness seeping through and settling just behind your eyes. my chest was sent hurtling down a mountain, crashing through trees and rocks, and plummeting into summer lakes. i could have spent endless days out there, floating along those currents, my boat sail snapping with the force of your breathy laugh into the reciever. i saw you smile once, i remember.

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