#Metanoia

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hollow tendon
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Metanoia

   - By your poet, HY Semantic. 

Author's Note:

     I'm straight. And it's just a poem, and I'm not obsessed over a girl either. Hope you enjoy it. Thank you for reading! Leave a like if you like it or a star! 

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1OFAy5EMSte4mGsJmSB0roMaDBQo-FCTGHgvWENITko4/edit?usp=sharing

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@thorn sedge as always
@dire glade my darling
@thin pewter there you go, starboard.
@bronze sentinel my honey.

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@tiny nacelle dragged you here.
@sleek cloak kidnapped you.
@granite breach it was a yes for kidnapping.
@somber blade you volunteered 🩵
@vital raven elder, stay here.

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tiny nacelle
hollow tendon
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@celest schooner never keeping you last.
@tough oak better come here mwahaha
@mint oxide as your 4th fav
@crude bison Thankyou always
@potent ledge medico (dnd you're on)

tiny nacelle
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@civic oracle

hollow tendon
tiny nacelle
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obsession written in the language of devotion

somber blade
# hollow tendon <@1110487871510548531> dragged you here. <@1092033288023068742> kidnapped you....

this poem reminds me of like uk webtoon male leads for some reason but make them poetic lowk

the poem has these subtle evil elements and the often references to his sin being "lust" it kind of makes the obsession seem carnal and not emotional and i love that detail. and her text? i loved those two stanzas and the next stanza being abt him talking abt her "looks" kind of makes it seem as if he has not much regard for her words for afterall he's here for the body

tiny nacelle
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it exposes how desire slowly turns into possession, then guilt, then self-disgust. That emotional progression gives the piece weight beyond sensual imagery.

somber blade
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@hollow tendon you delivered once again an absolute peak poem queen💅

thin pewter
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cres, this is just the asepct i was going for earlier, to love with a love that is possessively obsessive ARGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHH YOU PERFECTLY PORTRAYED IT A THOUSAND TIMES BETTERS,
"And for once, I wanted to be her tears."

THE METAPHORS, and and and being aware of the unhealthy obsession yet still unable to do anything since its the way of ones love, and the rejections of ownership, AND THE INTENSIFY, OH MY, and the ending.
"I am terrified of myself,
For I ache to hide from my mind,"
the remembrance, the beloved in the next two lines, cress, you are awesome.

bronze sentinel
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@hollow tendon my love, i shall for sure read it tomorrow

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i am so sorry

hollow tendon
hollow tendon
onyx ravenBOT
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*First, I want you to

take care of yourself. Take rest,

the poem can wait.*

hollow tendon
hollow tendon
somber blade
somber blade
hollow tendon
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@upper bane Better come here for a cake mecore
@charred osprey mah cutie pie
@round quartz My son!
@vapid spoke ahem I summon you

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@frosty arch HEY mecore

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@lean pasture I commend your presence, mister.

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@sharp nymph I see you blud

sharp nymph
hollow tendon
sharp nymph
hollow tendon
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@rugged girder my baby girl 🩵

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@cinder imp free will of tagging you

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@earnest ginkgo My honey, you're my first. NoizeLoves

sleek cloak
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Imaginary poem

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Noice

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Mama

hollow tendon
frosty arch
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The first line gets the reader straight into wonder, profound.
I like the opening because it takes its time, doesn't rush and paints a picture with words to keep in mind as one continues reading.
"And for once I wanted to be her tears." Is the line that made me think for a while, it sounds like something that could be interpreted in multiple ways and I like to think of it as a description of desired closeness. The second page, is where things start getting more open to interpretation in my opinion, I believe in a way it represents a kind of an oblivious state of mind, like the girl character is reported to say:

"Neither am I your bed toy nor your possession, Not an object to play with or a dream to hold, Not yours and never theirs, Neither this nor that. May it be your admiration or obsession, May it be named as love or as lust, For I have no care for you, Shall you never own me? "
The question she asks is framed in an interesting way, it feels almost as if she isn't just declaring her personhood but she is also attempting to influence how the person thinks of the situation.

But the narrator or the describer or whatever it is, continues with the focus on her body.

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THE THIRD PAGE IS THE ONE. The speaker says somethings that: (1) Establish his/her rejection of a moral boundary for the sake of fulfillment of their desire (2) "Can I be the carrier- Of your lost glances? For I hide in your depth. I am terrified of myself, For I ache to hide from my mind, As it keeps on rerunning The sight of you. "

This mildly confuses me and fascinates me at the same time. Describes their obsession to its core, the desire for exclusivity, proclaimed understanding, and obsessive remembrance.

hollow tendon
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@lusty quest Took the liberty of tagging you hun

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@twilit cedar since you asked last time 🩵

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@half hare ahem here

half hare
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amazing ^^

hollow tendon
lean pasture
lean pasture
hollow tendon
lean pasture
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nvm I am just gonna send that specific part

hollow tendon
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@edgy copper cool you're
@snow shell HELL YEAH

edgy copper
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wow this was unexpectedly raw and sensual in a way I've never seen in a poem

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slay ✨

hollow tendon
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bronze sentinel
# hollow tendon First, I want you to take care of yourself. Take rest, the poem can wait.

My little lamp
I am gonna review this as two personalities haha:

your work, as always, is AMAZING OH MY GOD LETS GO!!! The emotion is so. raw... like, so out there and exposed, instead of just remaining vivid. Bold, and me likey haha... and i love the imagery!! like, the dead petals, the lingering taste of alcohol for some reason, the RED color is clearly showing ... I am proud of you cres!!!

now, the second review
my little lamp, i see how far you have come over time. i may not know you for long, i see the different variations of poetry you write: making each experience unique, all while keeping your core intact: the format and the colours. those brand a poem to be "Yours" . like, i can see the color or the writing patters from afar and be like " This is for sure cress's work, and it is goingt to be epic". i love that about you. you dabble in different topics, experiment, all while keeping your core constant, and never forgetting that. i can see the many emotions described in the poem: all gradually coagulating into the intense obsession for the body.
now, the emotion is very strong, heavy and portrayed with much imagery. so much so, i too, had to sit back for a min and just soak it all in: it is that good. it is obsessive, and i would say, slightly , no - it is lustful, which i avoid to read. but i swear, this poem makes me change my mind each time because it is that well written. and also, how can i ever leave something my little lamp writes? I am proud of you, my little lamp.

Lots of love, and don't ever stop writing, or else imma fly to your house and hand you a pen and make u sit and write. yes, that is a threat, my love : )

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-# read the first review with a slightly high pitched excited voice and the second with my calm, and deep voice HAHAHAHAHA

pliant pollenBOT
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@hoary panther is now following @hollow tendon.

celest schooner
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forgive me for I have sinned by not reading thy poem on time

hollow tendon
celest schooner
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dude well written as always plus once again the use of colours is just perfect here

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🤌🏻

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but more so the way "desire" is portrayed is beautiful here

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as in it takes all forms of lust, possession, crave, repulsion, self disgust, acceptance

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and just great use of metaphors and imagery once again

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my lexicon falls short to sing your deserving praises

hollow tendon
hollow tendon
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Means a lot to me crazy

celest schooner
bronze sentinel
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imma sit here and still read ur poem while dying, my little lamp

bronze sentinel
hollow tendon
potent ledge
mint oxide
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I am here

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This feels less like a love poem and more like the anatomy of obsession slowly realizing its own violence. What makes Metanoia compelling is that it constantly shifts between desire and self-awareness the speaker is not merely lustful, but horrified by the magnitude of his own longing. The poem understands obsession as something intoxicating, parasitic, almost theological.
The opening line is strikingly direct:
“And finally, Obsession won death.”
It immediately frames the poem as aftermath not the beginning of desire, but its final evolution. There’s something tragic in the phrasing because obsession is treated almost like a force that outlives morality, restraint, even mortality itself.
I especially liked:
“Her hair met autumn,
Is it felt like dead petals—
They withered with time.”
The seasonal imagery works beautifully here. Autumn becomes decay, but also beauty at the edge of disappearance. “Dead petals” gives her fragility while still preserving elegance.
Another strong moment is:
“Her words float—
Like pebbles in an aquarium.”
That metaphor is genuinely memorable because aquariums are transparent prisons. Her words “float,” visible yet contained, alive yet trapped behind glass. It subtly mirrors the possessive undertone running through the poem.
And this line:
“An ache to touch them crushed my heart.”
is probably one of the strongest emotional pivots in the piece. The desire stops feeling sensual and starts feeling painful, invasive, uncontrollable. That’s where the poem becomes psychologically interesting.
What elevates the work is the contradiction between worship and possession. The speaker romanticizes her constantly
“They were cherry blossoms.”
“Almost a sea shore.”
— yet keeps reducing love into ownership:
“To own her as a whole.”
That tension is the poem’s real engine. It reads like someone trying to aestheticize obsession while simultaneously recognizing its ugliness.

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The final lines are especially effective:
“I am terrified of myself;
For I ache to hide from my mind,
As it keeps on rerunning
The sight of you.”
Because the poem finally turns inward. The woman stops being the center; the speaker’s fractured psyche does. Obsession becomes a loop, something involuntary and imprisoning.
Metanoia captures the terrifying point where admiration mutates into fixation where love ceases to be about another person and becomes a battle against one’s own consuming mind.
I also noticed how you used so many metaphors to overpower the reader with the speackers obssesion....
I am starstruk like i am dead......... this was so good uhh 😆😆

mint oxide
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Read this again and still in awe uhhhhhhh

hollow tendon
hollow tendon
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@weary ferry Thanks foxy

hollow tendon
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@thorn sedge you missed mine sideeye

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@prisma stratus kidnapped le heart

prisma stratus
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@hollow tendon

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Hm

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Let me see if I can give a very good message with one read

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This poem to me reads like some sort of she got to me infatuation. Its really good and my favorite line is probably the one where you said you wanted to be her tears because her tears were on her lips. The entire poem is very detailed about this woman and I really like that, we get a whole characterization of the woman's attributes and looks but little of her actual personality which also kinda fits in with the infatuation, limerence mood this poem feels. Overall, I really enjoyed this poem and the way you forged it. HERE IS A STAR

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Also big words that help fill my crave for words.

hollow tendon
twilit cedar
# hollow tendon <@1358791387281227838> since you asked last time 🩵

this is quite a lot like novels. very descriptive, great imagery, and lustful yes, quite sensual. i wouldn't be discussing the ethics of the content. the poem itself seems to be about giving in to the dark desires that exists, portraying which deserves my respect since that's not a part many people like to face let alone write, myself included.