#uncertainity - Hello Poetry

I hate the way you smile the way you talk, I hate the way your hands fly 'specially when you do that Diva walk, Though none of that is true, I use a mask and glue to cover it all, So I choose to hate you. I hate the way you dominate me whole, I say I don't wanna know about your whereabouts and all, Yet I secretly hope sometime in the night you'd call, And I'm the same on socials he stalls, Though that's true, I hold all 'em with unconcern mask and glue, Jus to tell myself I hate you I hate how in my head you drilled a hole, I cannot sleep if your picture isn't in my hand to hold, You're what i need to breath, you're all Yet I wanna prove I don't need you at all, So I pretend to hate you.

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Feb 23

Feb 23, 2026 at 3:13 PM UTC

ndini_ike

Hate-love

I hate the way you smile the way you talk, I hate the way your hands fly 'specially when you do that Diva walk, Though none of that is true, I use a mask and glue to cover it all, So I choose to hate you. I hate the way you dominate me whole, I say I don't wanna know about your whereabouts and all, Yet I secretly hope sometime in the night you'd call, And I'm the same on socials he stalls, Though that's true, I hold all 'em with unconcern mask and glue, Jus to tell myself I hate you I hate how in my head you drilled a hole, I cannot sleep if your picture isn't in my hand to hold, You're what i need to breath, you're all Yet I wanna prove I don't need you at all, So I pretend to hate you.

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You stepped into my life, quiet and new, A spark unexpected, a flame in the blue, But with every word, a riddle unfolds, Do you mean what you say, or hide truths untold? I watch for the signs, the nuance, the shade, In a maze of intentions where trust is unmade, Your presence feels warm, yet shadows creep near, Is this something to cherish, or something to fear? I fear the rhythm we’ve started to find, The comfort that settles, entwining my mind, For the closer you come, the deeper you stay, The more I will dread the chance you’ll drift away. Should I guard my heart, keep it behind walls? Or let it be open, risk all it entails? Each moment with you feels tender, unsure, A beauty so fleeting, but will it endure? You say all the right things, or so it may seem, But I wonder if I’m just caught in a dream, Do you feel this connection, or let it pass by? Am I holding your hand, or chasing the sky? Still, here I remain, in this fragile embrace, Wrestling with time, the unknown I face, Hoping the threads that bind us won’t break, Praying this isn’t a fleeting mistake. For while I don’t know how long you’ll remain, I cherish each moment through joy and through pain, And though I may lose you, I’ll never forget— The beauty of risking, with love, no regret.

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Nov 21, 2024

Nov 21, 2024 at 11:29 AM UTC

Unsaid

Fragile Threads

You stepped into my life, quiet and new, A spark unexpected, a flame in the blue, But with every word, a riddle unfolds, Do you mean what you say, or hide truths untold? I watch for the signs, the nuance, the shade, In a maze of intentions where trust is unmade, Your presence feels warm, yet shadows creep near, Is this something to cherish, or something to fear? I fear the rhythm we’ve started to find, The comfort that settles, entwining my mind, For the closer you come, the deeper you stay, The more I will dread the chance you’ll drift away. Should I guard my heart, keep it behind walls? Or let it be open, risk all it entails? Each moment with you feels tender, unsure, A beauty so fleeting, but will it endure? You say all the right things, or so it may seem, But I wonder if I’m just caught in a dream, Do you feel this connection, or let it pass by? Am I holding your hand, or chasing the sky? Still, here I remain, in this fragile embrace, Wrestling with time, the unknown I face, Hoping the threads that bind us won’t break, Praying this isn’t a fleeting mistake. For while I don’t know how long you’ll remain, I cherish each moment through joy and through pain, And though I may lose you, I’ll never forget— The beauty of risking, with love, no regret.

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In school, you're always asked the typical question "What do you want to be when you grow up?" What if you don't know the answer? How are you supposed to find out what you want to do? Sure, you could go to college and find out then But then there's the fear of student loans and costs Then they ask, "why don't you get a job?" Easy for you to say, I don't know where to start. No social skills, no experience doing anything. And you fear being exploited or mistreated cause of your quirks. So then you just do nothing, and let your ability to write fade The one apparent thing you were good at. As if. So then you wallow away at home And it's convenient cause of what's going on right now But what happens when all this is over? Then what? Do you just continue to engage in sloth? You'll rot away doing nothing Wasting your time on stupid games and special interests Get off your ******* *** and do something with yourself Go out and be a productive member of society Get a job and make the rich richer And watch as any optimism you thought you had crumbles Whatever it takes to get those thoughts in your head to stop The constant thoughts that you amount to nothing

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Dec 23, 2021

Dec 23, 2021 at 2:19 PM UTC

SunnyKimball

wrote this on a whim

In school, you're always asked the typical question "What do you want to be when you grow up?" What if you don't know the answer? How are you supposed to find out what you want to do? Sure, you could go to college and find out then But then there's the fear of student loans and costs Then they ask, "why don't you get a job?" Easy for you to say, I don't know where to start. No social skills, no experience doing anything. And you fear being exploited or mistreated cause of your quirks. So then you just do nothing, and let your ability to write fade The one apparent thing you were good at. As if. So then you wallow away at home And it's convenient cause of what's going on right now But what happens when all this is over? Then what? Do you just continue to engage in sloth? You'll rot away doing nothing Wasting your time on stupid games and special interests Get off your ******* *** and do something with yourself Go out and be a productive member of society Get a job and make the rich richer And watch as any optimism you thought you had crumbles Whatever it takes to get those thoughts in your head to stop The constant thoughts that you amount to nothing

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Certain things are bound to happen in life, Whether you like them or not. Eventually, you don't accept them, But just get used to them.

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Jul 26, 2021

Jul 26, 2021 at 4:54 AM UTC

not_so_poetish

Inevitable

Certain things are bound to happen in life, Whether you like them or not. Eventually, you don't accept them, But just get used to them.

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With the racing heartbeat And the closed eye..!! I was ready to give up the whole world of mine, To someone... waiting for me on the aisle Little did I know him and a lot to explore, On journey ahead lies..!! Eyes meet & result in a glorious smile, Yes...!! everyone around cheered and The expectations got high..!! A lot waiting in the future and a lot I am going to say goodbye, Giving me up to him, he tries his tears to be hide Well it is a beautiful day since I am my groom's bride..!!

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Jun 10, 2020

Jun 10, 2020 at 7:46 AM UTC

MissPoetic

Brides diary.

With the racing heartbeat And the closed eye..!! I was ready to give up the whole world of mine, To someone... waiting for me on the aisle Little did I know him and a lot to explore, On journey ahead lies..!! Eyes meet & result in a glorious smile, Yes...!! everyone around cheered and The expectations got high..!! A lot waiting in the future and a lot I am going to say goodbye, Giving me up to him, he tries his tears to be hide Well it is a beautiful day since I am my groom's bride..!!

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In the land of Uncertainty Gods too are Refugees

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Nov 24, 2018

Nov 24, 2018 at 6:53 AM UTC

mystic-ink-plus

Fate

In the land of Uncertainty Gods too are Refugees

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We can not go, This, I have said this to myself millions of times. But, that day my heart took the driver’s seat. My mind stopped working like a well-oiled machine. I was in the middle of the urban jungle, the concrete city of cars, traffic, and cookie-cutter homes... The land of squared, sanitized spaces, and constant noises from technology, automobiles, and the noise in our heads to keep up with the rat race. I closed my eyes Then, I opened them again. A different reality! A dream, of course! I found myself in a jungle of green, moist, humid sweat. This was the land of kaleidoscopic dreams; The monkey’s howls pierce the air - birds symphonically, swimming together in the air- Life in every single layer of nature I felt myself Losing myself in the greenery The lushness The awe I had time to contemplate In my contemplation, I decided, the only thing in life is real is the story I create in life And as I go through the forest My thoughts become more developed and articulated I slash at everything that does not make sense I slash at every idea Every preconceived notion Of Who I thought I am I cut like a savage warrior On a mission Branches, dangling distractions Temptations of fruits and branches that grab at my waist, And more branches, like physical arms tieing me down like chains I slash the blade I cut with no intention of where I want to go Exhausted, I rest my head In the darkness in the middle of the amazon A jaguar comes to me With their yellow eyes waiting in the corner - It observes me in the bushes I sit still Is this a message for me? Wanting to hear what I have to say I wait and wait I stay up all night. As I wait for prophecies The jaguar eventually leaves me alone in the darkness Dissapointment rages inside me I am left in more uncertainity But, my heart spoke really loud today Something took a hold of me I was not rationale. I was not cautious.. I opened my backpack and dumped everything off a cliff I ran and jumped in the blue ocean Finally I listened to my heart Finally...

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Apr 26, 2018

Apr 26, 2018 at 6:20 PM UTC

lei-ryce

Lost in the Amazon

We can not go, This, I have said this to myself millions of times. But, that day my heart took the driver’s seat. My mind stopped working like a well-oiled machine. I was in the middle of the urban jungle, the concrete city of cars, traffic, and cookie-cutter homes... The land of squared, sanitized spaces, and constant noises from technology, automobiles, and the noise in our heads to keep up with the rat race. I closed my eyes Then, I opened them again. A different reality! A dream, of course! I found myself in a jungle of green, moist, humid sweat. This was the land of kaleidoscopic dreams; The monkey’s howls pierce the air - birds symphonically, swimming together in the air- Life in every single layer of nature I felt myself Losing myself in the greenery The lushness The awe I had time to contemplate In my contemplation, I decided, the only thing in life is real is the story I create in life And as I go through the forest My thoughts become more developed and articulated I slash at everything that does not make sense I slash at every idea Every preconceived notion Of Who I thought I am I cut like a savage warrior On a mission Branches, dangling distractions Temptations of fruits and branches that grab at my waist, And more branches, like physical arms tieing me down like chains I slash the blade I cut with no intention of where I want to go Exhausted, I rest my head In the darkness in the middle of the amazon A jaguar comes to me With their yellow eyes waiting in the corner - It observes me in the bushes I sit still Is this a message for me? Wanting to hear what I have to say I wait and wait I stay up all night. As I wait for prophecies The jaguar eventually leaves me alone in the darkness Dissapointment rages inside me I am left in more uncertainity But, my heart spoke really loud today Something took a hold of me I was not rationale. I was not cautious.. I opened my backpack and dumped everything off a cliff I ran and jumped in the blue ocean Finally I listened to my heart Finally...

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If I were different Would the sky shelter me Would the clouds Cover my head If I were different Would nature accept me Would it nurture me A thorny embrace Thoughts cascading Internally And I wish that Hopefully If I were different Would you still love me?

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Nov 3, 2017

Nov 3, 2017 at 7:10 PM UTC

Niitiuu

Buried feelings

If I were different Would the sky shelter me Would the clouds Cover my head If I were different Would nature accept me Would it nurture me A thorny embrace Thoughts cascading Internally And I wish that Hopefully If I were different Would you still love me?

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Needles sting my pulsing heart An inner bond, unbroken Wisps of yarn, tufts of string Cover my hand Creases, torn and broken skin A trail of pain, an endless path The holes in my hand, gaping wide Long for completion If two magnets attract each other Why do we repel so far away One final glance A turned back Compel me

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Nov 3, 2017

Nov 3, 2017 at 7:10 PM UTC

Niitiuu

d i s t a n c e

Needles sting my pulsing heart An inner bond, unbroken Wisps of yarn, tufts of string Cover my hand Creases, torn and broken skin A trail of pain, an endless path The holes in my hand, gaping wide Long for completion If two magnets attract each other Why do we repel so far away One final glance A turned back Compel me

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How those pages will be filled with or what...will be interesting! The excitement is that "Uncertainty" is not becoming a fear! I am behaving like a dummy...ignoring urges of getting answers! getting emotions in return! Feelings are standing on the corner of Uncertainty, questioning the path it taking! Questioning who is there in the road, they will meet! Questioning why they were revived after ages of sleeping in silence! If I love...Do I have to be Lost! Those are my pages to you!

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Nov 4, 2016

Nov 4, 2016 at 6:10 AM UTC

mazen-edlibi

Pages!

How those pages will be filled with or what...will be interesting! The excitement is that "Uncertainty" is not becoming a fear! I am behaving like a dummy...ignoring urges of getting answers! getting emotions in return! Feelings are standing on the corner of Uncertainty, questioning the path it taking! Questioning who is there in the road, they will meet! Questioning why they were revived after ages of sleeping in silence! If I love...Do I have to be Lost! Those are my pages to you!

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I've thrown myself off the cliff of uncertainty and I fall fast scraping into my shadows and anxieties; I hit my fears face. first. The Plunge of Faith comes hand in hand with the Purge of Eradication, Deformation, And Illumination; and with this pain- this process of being smashed open Broken, everything I thought I was Dismantles, and the mirror of the dark night is created; from which, I am able to see Everything I Am, already Was, and will always Be. Within the pieces of this dark night mirror, I am finally able to see, Me.

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Sep 21, 2015

Sep 21, 2015 at 12:14 PM UTC

WeavingHeartSong

smAshEd OpEn brOkEn

I've thrown myself off the cliff of uncertainty and I fall fast scraping into my shadows and anxieties; I hit my fears face. first. The Plunge of Faith comes hand in hand with the Purge of Eradication, Deformation, And Illumination; and with this pain- this process of being smashed open Broken, everything I thought I was Dismantles, and the mirror of the dark night is created; from which, I am able to see Everything I Am, already Was, and will always Be. Within the pieces of this dark night mirror, I am finally able to see, Me.

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I don’t tell them I’m going to a protest, as I know they will not say no, it really is far safer. The police have been pretty fair, only a couple of bull **** arrests and cause white privilege I probably won’t get arrested. In a black and white democracy color is prohibited. I never have been close in a protest yet, the police always tolerant maybe the commissioner doesn’t **** I don’t boast to them about starting a chapter in my school. I don’t them that the chapter I started with them was finished hundreds of pages ago. I don’t tell them I cut class to protest the B.S minimum wage how I ****** the very thing I’m trying to start cause  I was in a pissy mood. I don’t them about how my friend and I were okay with paying a guy trying to sell us **** to buy us alcohol, later losing 20$ and not okay with going into a tattoo shop for the same purpose. I don’t tell them about wandering around Chinatown feeling like we should be drunk. About the girl who in eighth grade asked me to touch her ***** and I don’t tell them how two years later we start hanging out— over facebook. She moved to London. About how she will be in the city the day my family goes away, about trading facebooks for fifteen minutes and having weird *** crap on my Facebook and talk of how Jesus is an improper child on hers. Nor do I my parents about meeting up with a girl who I meet a month ago at a pillow fight, and how right they were when they said ****** tables manners will catch up to you, about how leaving a protest cause "my parents are ****** and later seeing those people at the burger place. I tell my parents I’m chilling with my buddies. I tell them that I got pizza instead of burgers. Because friends are safer to parents than a nineteen year old girl you met at a pillow fight and how the entire time you could not tell if it was friends meeting up or people who wanted more. I don’t tell them the reason why I’m so ******* fragile is that I can’t tell if I’m manipulating myself or being real, or how I’m the only one who is hurting me, for fear of saying what I just told you. Now all of this ******* **** lives in me and I have nobody to proofread this. Lovely.

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May 5, 2015

May 5, 2015 at 11:16 PM UTC

JMMcCann

What I don’t tell my parents

I don’t tell them I’m going to a protest, as I know they will not say no, it really is far safer. The police have been pretty fair, only a couple of bull **** arrests and cause white privilege I probably won’t get arrested. In a black and white democracy color is prohibited. I never have been close in a protest yet, the police always tolerant maybe the commissioner doesn’t **** I don’t boast to them about starting a chapter in my school. I don’t them that the chapter I started with them was finished hundreds of pages ago. I don’t tell them I cut class to protest the B.S minimum wage how I ****** the very thing I’m trying to start cause  I was in a pissy mood. I don’t them about how my friend and I were okay with paying a guy trying to sell us **** to buy us alcohol, later losing 20$ and not okay with going into a tattoo shop for the same purpose. I don’t tell them about wandering around Chinatown feeling like we should be drunk. About the girl who in eighth grade asked me to touch her ***** and I don’t tell them how two years later we start hanging out— over facebook. She moved to London. About how she will be in the city the day my family goes away, about trading facebooks for fifteen minutes and having weird *** crap on my Facebook and talk of how Jesus is an improper child on hers. Nor do I my parents about meeting up with a girl who I meet a month ago at a pillow fight, and how right they were when they said ****** tables manners will catch up to you, about how leaving a protest cause "my parents are ****** and later seeing those people at the burger place. I tell my parents I’m chilling with my buddies. I tell them that I got pizza instead of burgers. Because friends are safer to parents than a nineteen year old girl you met at a pillow fight and how the entire time you could not tell if it was friends meeting up or people who wanted more. I don’t tell them the reason why I’m so ******* fragile is that I can’t tell if I’m manipulating myself or being real, or how I’m the only one who is hurting me, for fear of saying what I just told you. Now all of this ******* **** lives in me and I have nobody to proofread this. Lovely.

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Connected through corruption Entangled Snared in the web of The Unknown Uncertainty's hands Tightening on our throats We become shadows Pigmentation drained The hope to overcome Trickling down the gutter Forever swimming The raging seas of doubt Anchored By memories We beg to forget We're both drowning Swelling tides Of what could have been Please, take my hand We can make it to the other side

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Sep 17, 2014

Sep 17, 2014 at 8:38 PM UTC

grace-nicole-espinoza

Seas of Doubt

Connected through corruption Entangled Snared in the web of The Unknown Uncertainty's hands Tightening on our throats We become shadows Pigmentation drained The hope to overcome Trickling down the gutter Forever swimming The raging seas of doubt Anchored By memories We beg to forget We're both drowning Swelling tides Of what could have been Please, take my hand We can make it to the other side

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