"rewatching" poems - Hello Poetry

and in these moments, of feeling lost enough, i find myself turning to the tones that narrate my adolescence, the ones I know every small shade to. the way the tongue dipped to form those kiwi sounds, brings on peace like childhood nostalgia, dripping in rich indigo and sparkling lavender. i crawl inside of them, rewatching the story a thousand times over, feeling the anticipation of the tide's rise and fall, deep down in my soul. As whispers of aristocracy, teenage anarchy, broken lovers, and reeling nights, take me home to my heart, and I feel known.

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Jan 15, 2019

Jan 15, 2019 at 1:12 AM UTC

chaya136

Ella

and in these moments, of feeling lost enough, i find myself turning to the tones that narrate my adolescence, the ones I know every small shade to. the way the tongue dipped to form those kiwi sounds, brings on peace like childhood nostalgia, dripping in rich indigo and sparkling lavender. i crawl inside of them, rewatching the story a thousand times over, feeling the anticipation of the tide's rise and fall, deep down in my soul. As whispers of aristocracy, teenage anarchy, broken lovers, and reeling nights, take me home to my heart, and I feel known.

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They're such shiny chemicals: Dopamine, Norepinephrine, Phenylethylamine. Life shimmers, and each day is painted with purpose When dosed with such potency. I would like to believe that love, The long-lasting kind, The one you're supposed to want, The one that settles you, Where you grow old and spend Wednesday evenings answering emails and rewatching some old baking show in ***** sweats Is enough to keep life interesting. But chemistry doesn't always work that way. My path might dictate some other measure of wholeness, And more than one type of love, And more than a couched lookalike storybook ending. My path may require Risk, Adventure, Longing, Questioning, Exploration, Pain, Brilliant platonic wildfires, Intellectual dalliances, And unrequited amorosity. In short, my path may require some trailblazing. But this precious neural spark In my body That keeps me in love with love Is mine to keep For as long as it continues to shine.

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Sep 9, 2018

Sep 9, 2018 at 5:49 AM UTC

subconscious-on-parade

Chemicals

They're such shiny chemicals: Dopamine, Norepinephrine, Phenylethylamine. Life shimmers, and each day is painted with purpose When dosed with such potency. I would like to believe that love, The long-lasting kind, The one you're supposed to want, The one that settles you, Where you grow old and spend Wednesday evenings answering emails and rewatching some old baking show in ***** sweats Is enough to keep life interesting. But chemistry doesn't always work that way. My path might dictate some other measure of wholeness, And more than one type of love, And more than a couched lookalike storybook ending. My path may require Risk, Adventure, Longing, Questioning, Exploration, Pain, Brilliant platonic wildfires, Intellectual dalliances, And unrequited amorosity. In short, my path may require some trailblazing. But this precious neural spark In my body That keeps me in love with love Is mine to keep For as long as it continues to shine.

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Your golden frame which I once held so dear Trickled between my fingers like the unlucky prospectors Me, cursing the wind, never saw it coming For days I could barely breath, Ive been trying to bring myself to the arms of another But every time I get close enough I’m reminded of you A scent carried, or a crack in their smiles, What a fever this is, this thing called love Hopefully the right prescription will do the trick, Enough liquor to drown an ocean, and rewatching Barbarella for the 10th time is just what the doctor ordered.

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Jun 13, 2016

Jun 13, 2016 at 10:55 PM UTC

Tupelo

Barbarella

Your golden frame which I once held so dear Trickled between my fingers like the unlucky prospectors Me, cursing the wind, never saw it coming For days I could barely breath, Ive been trying to bring myself to the arms of another But every time I get close enough I’m reminded of you A scent carried, or a crack in their smiles, What a fever this is, this thing called love Hopefully the right prescription will do the trick, Enough liquor to drown an ocean, and rewatching Barbarella for the 10th time is just what the doctor ordered.

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My mom once told me there were four parts of a movie. I asked her, *is it the beginning, the body, the ****** and then the conclusion?* She shakes her head, no she said. It's the play, the pause, the rewind That's only three I thought. I leaned closer as she explains to my eight year old brain what it meant. The play is when the excitement first builds. It's the thickness of air around you, but still you run out of breath. She says. It's the beginning of the adventure, the beginning of everything. She takes a breath. She presses the cigarette **** against her lips. She takes a sip from her wine glass. The pause is where you reevaluate things a little. She begins. It's where something takes you away from your track, and it leaves you baffled, so you stop a little, digesting what went wrong. She takes another drag from the cigarette. The third one is the rewind. Her eyes turn a little glassy. It's deciding that the movie was good enough, that it's worth rewatching. That somehow, you can overlook the bad parts and rewind again, replay again, because to you it was that good. Mom and I stayed silent for a long time. She kept sipping from her wine glass. I swallow. You said there were four parts, I say. She looks at me, and her eyes were filled with sorrow, pain. Anger. The last part, she spits out, is the stop. It's deciding halfway through the replay that it simply won't work anymore. That it needs to end. That the bad things will always be present and cant be overlooked. That the excitement isn't worth it anymore. She takes a deep breath. She stands and ruffles my hair. She kisses me goodnight. I close my eyes and listen to her heavy breathing fade through the lonely halls of our home. Later that night, while I was in bed, I get the distinct notion that she wasn't talking about movies and their parts at all.

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Feb 7, 2017

Feb 7, 2017 at 11:49 AM UTC

ruination

play.pause.rewind.stop

My mom once told me there were four parts of a movie. I asked her, *is it the beginning, the body, the ****** and then the conclusion?* She shakes her head, no she said. It's the play, the pause, the rewind That's only three I thought. I leaned closer as she explains to my eight year old brain what it meant. The play is when the excitement first builds. It's the thickness of air around you, but still you run out of breath. She says. It's the beginning of the adventure, the beginning of everything. She takes a breath. She presses the cigarette **** against her lips. She takes a sip from her wine glass. The pause is where you reevaluate things a little. She begins. It's where something takes you away from your track, and it leaves you baffled, so you stop a little, digesting what went wrong. She takes another drag from the cigarette. The third one is the rewind. Her eyes turn a little glassy. It's deciding that the movie was good enough, that it's worth rewatching. That somehow, you can overlook the bad parts and rewind again, replay again, because to you it was that good. Mom and I stayed silent for a long time. She kept sipping from her wine glass. I swallow. You said there were four parts, I say. She looks at me, and her eyes were filled with sorrow, pain. Anger. The last part, she spits out, is the stop. It's deciding halfway through the replay that it simply won't work anymore. That it needs to end. That the bad things will always be present and cant be overlooked. That the excitement isn't worth it anymore. She takes a deep breath. She stands and ruffles my hair. She kisses me goodnight. I close my eyes and listen to her heavy breathing fade through the lonely halls of our home. Later that night, while I was in bed, I get the distinct notion that she wasn't talking about movies and their parts at all.

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How am I supposed to act now? One moment, we were like a movie The main characters of a cheesy script Fulfilling our roles so perfectly The next, I find myself acting alone Do I pretend it didn't hurt? Do I pretend it didn't happen? Do I pretend that the only person Who knows all of me, who had me Pretend they're not there anymore? I don't want fame or Hollywood I don't want to be some superstar I don't want to have a new set of skills Of changing faces and attitudes No coach, no instructions, no guidance I keep rewatching the moments we made Rereading our last drafts of conversations I am no actor or director or screenwriter I have no plans for a scene or direction I am just a man Pretending to not love you afterwards

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Aug 7, 2025

Aug 7, 2025 at 10:44 AM UTC

LanceRemir

Let's Pretend

How am I supposed to act now? One moment, we were like a movie The main characters of a cheesy script Fulfilling our roles so perfectly The next, I find myself acting alone Do I pretend it didn't hurt? Do I pretend it didn't happen? Do I pretend that the only person Who knows all of me, who had me Pretend they're not there anymore? I don't want fame or Hollywood I don't want to be some superstar I don't want to have a new set of skills Of changing faces and attitudes No coach, no instructions, no guidance I keep rewatching the moments we made Rereading our last drafts of conversations I am no actor or director or screenwriter I have no plans for a scene or direction I am just a man Pretending to not love you afterwards

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You moved on so fast While I’m still stuck in love With you. And I’m listening to all the songs We used to sing And I’m still rewatching All the videos that you used to send And I know, that I’ve got to let go But for just a little longer I want to bask in all the memories That you left me with. Sometimes someone special Just comes then goes Never really know the ending Until that time comes to pass Yeah, your heart is broken Just laying in the dark You were the one I’d chosen But your love started to drain And so you decided you could not stay Now you’re just the girl that got away. I made a bunch of mistakes Decision I regret that I made I’m the only one here to blame Hope you are somewhere out there Finding your happiness Hope you are somewhere out there giving love another chance Even though I miss Seeing your name light up my phone I hope you’ll always know You’re forever locked deep within my heart Sometimes we just need a fresh start. Sometimes someone special Just comes then goes Never really know the ending Until that time comes to pass Yeah, your heart is broken Just laying in the dark You were the one I’d chosen But your love started to drain And so you decided you could not stay Now you’re just the girl that got away. There is no hard feelings I’m really not mad That thing’s ended the way they did In many ways I deserved it And even though I’m hurting I am learning, still glad we met I’ll cherish the times together That we spent, and I’m still singing Can’t help falling in love Those times will be defined When I almost found the one Sometimes someone special Just comes then goes Never really know the ending Until that time comes to pass Yeah, your heart is broken Just laying in the dark You were the one I’d chosen But your love started to drain And so you decided you could not stay Now you’re just the girl that got away. ©2023 Written By Benji James

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Jan 4, 2024

Jan 4, 2024 at 9:57 AM UTC

BenjiJames

Stuck

You moved on so fast While I’m still stuck in love With you. And I’m listening to all the songs We used to sing And I’m still rewatching All the videos that you used to send And I know, that I’ve got to let go But for just a little longer I want to bask in all the memories That you left me with. Sometimes someone special Just comes then goes Never really know the ending Until that time comes to pass Yeah, your heart is broken Just laying in the dark You were the one I’d chosen But your love started to drain And so you decided you could not stay Now you’re just the girl that got away. I made a bunch of mistakes Decision I regret that I made I’m the only one here to blame Hope you are somewhere out there Finding your happiness Hope you are somewhere out there giving love another chance Even though I miss Seeing your name light up my phone I hope you’ll always know You’re forever locked deep within my heart Sometimes we just need a fresh start. Sometimes someone special Just comes then goes Never really know the ending Until that time comes to pass Yeah, your heart is broken Just laying in the dark You were the one I’d chosen But your love started to drain And so you decided you could not stay Now you’re just the girl that got away. There is no hard feelings I’m really not mad That thing’s ended the way they did In many ways I deserved it And even though I’m hurting I am learning, still glad we met I’ll cherish the times together That we spent, and I’m still singing Can’t help falling in love Those times will be defined When I almost found the one Sometimes someone special Just comes then goes Never really know the ending Until that time comes to pass Yeah, your heart is broken Just laying in the dark You were the one I’d chosen But your love started to drain And so you decided you could not stay Now you’re just the girl that got away. ©2023 Written By Benji James

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I hate having to constantly do this, but I have no other choice. There are things I need to get done, and this is the only way for me to do them. I’m very serious about my Japanese, my WWE Raw and Smackdown Live Live Reactions, etc. The etc. is for the reviews on do my Tumblr before and after WWE Pay Per Views. Right now, I’m rewatching the latest Pay Per View, so I can get my Tumblr review done. I’m literally watching it again at a cubby, and writing down everything, to type it later. You know, type it once I’m done writing everything down. I’m doing this, because if I type it up while watching at home, I’ll get distracted. This is just the easiest way for me to do it. However, that’s taking more time than I thought. Also, I need to have this done by next Thursday, so I can get my pre WWE Evolution post up. And tomorrow, I’m going to WWE Live Show in Portland, so I can come here again. Also, I’m going to work on my Japanese in my room on Sunday, so I’ll have to stop till Monday. That means, until I get this done, I have to limit what I do w/ my online time here at the library. So, I have to save some time to go upstairs and practice my Japanese, as that’s important to me. I’m set on learning this language, and I’m getting good at recognizing different characters. However, that means I have to stop going on here until I’m done. I know, many people don’t even read my posts that I do on here, but maybe one person does. Anyway, I mainly do this for me, because I love to write, and get my thoughts out. I just can’t do that, at least, not until WWE Evolution is done. So, I won’t be back on for 20 minutes on Monday. I probably won’t be back on here until week after next, probably. However, I’ll have plenty of thoughts in my head when I get back, and I’ll write them all. Also, I’m writing this on my phone, because someone was using the 20 minute guest one. So, until I can get back on here. I’ll see you later, bye!

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Oct 19, 2018

Oct 19, 2018 at 3:09 PM UTC

natasha-n-koucoules

Changing Up The Schedule Again

I hate having to constantly do this, but I have no other choice. There are things I need to get done, and this is the only way for me to do them. I’m very serious about my Japanese, my WWE Raw and Smackdown Live Live Reactions, etc. The etc. is for the reviews on do my Tumblr before and after WWE Pay Per Views. Right now, I’m rewatching the latest Pay Per View, so I can get my Tumblr review done. I’m literally watching it again at a cubby, and writing down everything, to type it later. You know, type it once I’m done writing everything down. I’m doing this, because if I type it up while watching at home, I’ll get distracted. This is just the easiest way for me to do it. However, that’s taking more time than I thought. Also, I need to have this done by next Thursday, so I can get my pre WWE Evolution post up. And tomorrow, I’m going to WWE Live Show in Portland, so I can come here again. Also, I’m going to work on my Japanese in my room on Sunday, so I’ll have to stop till Monday. That means, until I get this done, I have to limit what I do w/ my online time here at the library. So, I have to save some time to go upstairs and practice my Japanese, as that’s important to me. I’m set on learning this language, and I’m getting good at recognizing different characters. However, that means I have to stop going on here until I’m done. I know, many people don’t even read my posts that I do on here, but maybe one person does. Anyway, I mainly do this for me, because I love to write, and get my thoughts out. I just can’t do that, at least, not until WWE Evolution is done. So, I won’t be back on for 20 minutes on Monday. I probably won’t be back on here until week after next, probably. However, I’ll have plenty of thoughts in my head when I get back, and I’ll write them all. Also, I’m writing this on my phone, because someone was using the 20 minute guest one. So, until I can get back on here. I’ll see you later, bye!

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