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NomadicMovement
NomadicMovement
38/F/Philadelphia, Pa Eternally searching for the perfect words.
Hiding behind a smile, I find myself desperate to claim happiness, this is how I should feel when I have it all? The family, the house, the job, all of the things I told myself would equate to a feeling of elation. The things I fought for. Seeing now that when I reach these goals, I set another, forever chasing the one that will make my heart burst with feeling. I get there, but it is such a fleeting moment, it resembles the drugs I put down. Did I replace one with the other or did I use one to mask the fact that I was constantly aching. I may never know. So I talk in circles, chasing my tail and the reasons I should feel complete. But I am empty most days, living life in autopilot, watching from outside of myself. Smile. Wave. Laugh. Confess just enough. Keep moving forward.
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Dec 18, 2025
Dec 18, 2025 at 8:55 AM UTC
I’m fine
Sitting on my stone In observance of time Of feelings Staring at glimpses of souls Across the highway On rooftops Planning futures Planning endings A lot can happen in the span of a lunch break Your soul keeps me company here Listening to music Through my oversized headphones Searching for signs of you All I get are feelings But I need something tangible Something I can hold onto For longer than a fleeting glimpse Before I remember you’re gone Maybe that’s you but I wish you’d hang Just a little bit longer
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May 30, 2024
May 30, 2024 at 12:39 PM UTC
Time heals?
Some days I ache for you, It’s a feeling beyond simply missing your presence in my life, but the way my heart would race, just knowing you would be around. I know what happens if I cross this line, the cost  and the consequences, I’ve seen them first hand. All those times I fell for you against better judgement, magnetized by your siren call, only to find myself sinking in the depths with no light to lead me back to the surface. Unsure how I still find you alluring, knowing madness always ensues, the moment I feel the steady calm of a life worth living, I get the urge to feel the chaos envelop me. Folding into a fire disguising itself as freedom from the mundane. I have everything, more then I could have ever dreamed... Would I give it all up just to taste you again?
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Sep 6, 2023
Sep 6, 2023 at 9:20 PM UTC
Same song
They said these moments were fleeting. The nights that seemed endless are already in the rear view. Heavy lids and sandbag limbs we made it through the days on fumes of caffeine and never ending love for you. Lately, the middle of the night wake up calls have grown less frequent and I don’t mind them as much anymore, even in the haze of my exhaustion, candle burning at all ends, I relish the moments your tiny hands search my face for comfort, tugging at my hair like your favorite blanket as you slip back into the deepest sleep. Mumbling incoherently until your sweet voice becomes steady breathing and you snuggle into me. I know that someday I won’t be able to hold you like this anymore, I hope that you’ll still need me, but the reasons won’t be as simple, and my exhaustion will come from worry about a million other things you need and won’t voice. That is the future, and I will handle it when it comes, but for now, I will absorb every second of this vulnerable nighttime ritual and try not to get frustrated by my lack of sleep and ever changing routine that is on your schedule. I will capture every second I can on photo and video so that every so often, when I am ready to break, I can go back and reflect on how quickly this sand is passing through the glass, breathe deep and just enjoy this time with you.
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Jul 9, 2023
Jul 9, 2023 at 8:01 AM UTC
The nights are long
Limbs pinned straight Like a marionette Still without hinges Attempting to cross the room The chemicals in my brain Have caused a sudden paralysis And a silence from deep within Imagining the end in various stages The dive and the impact Of adventures from the highest standpipe Unable to pass over the bridge Without the fantasies triggered By the signs meant to be helpful Reach out to those Grasping for their final moments In a half assed attempt to stretch Our mental health budget Numbers are given to call In our most desperate seconds As if we would dial Or cry out for help Determined to crush The voices commanding To take life in our hands And extinguish it To ease the pain of the every day The twisted interpretations Of words meant to comfort Nothing is as it seems We are lost in the murk dullness Of being unable to feel Anything but this
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Aug 19, 2019
Aug 19, 2019 at 11:39 AM UTC
Narrow
Watching your mind work is enough, Seeing you stop and stare in wonder as we gallivant through the city, makes me want to jump out of my skin with admiration for you. Some mornings I wake up to the smell of coffee and the sight of you reading in the sunlight and I know I’ve truly made it in life, this is my destination, or at least the beginning of my road there. I’ve noticed I’ve begun sounding like a greeting card lately and maybe that’s what you do to me, but I wouldn’t trade a single second with you, not even for a million epic pieces of writing. You just make me feel light, like I’m floating, even though I’ve stopped caring about how much I weigh. Don’t laugh. You know it’s true. The point is, I’ve never known a love like this before, but I wonder, why is it that when life hands me pie instead of lemons, I all of a sudden can’t write anymore?
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Aug 1, 2019
Aug 1, 2019 at 1:14 AM UTC
?
24 hours had passed and I was in a hole, the darkness had consumed me and I couldn’t dispel it, what was going on? I had all of the reasons in life to be happy but the flashes were still coming by the minute, as I drove home that night, I imagined crashing, diving headlong off of the Ben Franklin, nothing to stop me but the thick unforgivable steel, and the thoughts of those I would lose in the process. I made it home safely. Against a plight of thoughts that were tempting me otherwise. Into bed I go. Feeling like that was the only place I’d be safe. No sharps around. Nothing to harm me. I convince myself to stay steady and distract my brain. It’s time to fill my body with the cure, a hand full of pills and the coldest iced tea. They’re prescribed so what harm could they do. I’ll drift off to sleep and start a new day, filled with sunshine and the voice of my love, the fix I needed to climb out of this tunnel. But the pills, they’ve turned on me, I feel my body start to shake and the numbness approach my lips, I can’t reach my slumber. And if I continue laying here, I don’t know what’s going to happen to me with the thoughts running rampant in my brain that night. So I decide to move, into the closest haven I can find myself while staying relaxed, a hot bath, not the lukewarm after thought, the kind that stings your skin and makes you feel alive. I enter with an ahhh of immediate comfort, feeling the heat overtake me, realizing this is exactly what I needed to escape. But I’ve gone too far. The chemicals have overtaken me finally and I feel as if I’m drowning in this 2ft pool, deciding to escape as the world starts to turn, I’ve lost my grip on reality and nothing seems tangible, not even my feet on the floor, I go down the first time, feeling my bones crunch on the imitation wood, and I’m gone, everything is black and I wake up sweating, unable to stand,  spinning out of control. I find myself in an army crawl trying to get back to the sanctuary of my bed. Imagining how silly it was to be contemplating an end just hours before when now I am literally praying for a way to hear the sweet voice of my heart in the nighttime. In the distance I see the purple sheets, I am almost there, falling repeatedly with my head against the tattered carpet. Wishing I had played my cards differently. Wishing I had remained stationary, playing solitaire in my mind until I had met Hypnos.
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Feb 8, 2019
Feb 8, 2019 at 1:21 PM UTC
Manic
24 hours had passed and I was in a hole, the darkness had consumed me and I couldn’t dispel it, what was going on? I had all of the reasons in life to be happy but the flashes were still coming by the minute, as I drove home that night, I imagined crashing, diving headlong off of the Ben Franklin, nothing to stop me but the thick unforgivable steel, and the thoughts of those I would lose in the process. I made it home safely. Against a plight of thoughts that were tempting me otherwise. Into bed I go. Feeling like that was the only place I’d be safe. No sharps around. Nothing to harm me. I convince myself to stay steady and distract my brain. It’s time to fill my body with the cure, a hand full of pills and the coldest iced tea. They’re prescribed so what harm could they do. I’ll drift off to sleep and start a new day, filled with sunshine and the voice of my love, the fix I needed to climb out of this tunnel. But the pills, they’ve turned on me, I feel my body start to shake and the numbness approach my lips, I can’t reach my slumber. And if I continue laying here, I don’t know what’s going to happen to me with the thoughts running rampant in my brain that night. So I decide to move, into the closest haven I can find myself while staying relaxed, a hot bath, not the lukewarm after thought, the kind that stings your skin and makes you feel alive. I enter with an ahhh of immediate comfort, feeling the heat overtake me, realizing this is exactly what I needed to escape. But I’ve gone too far. The chemicals have overtaken me finally and I feel as if I’m drowning in this 2ft pool, deciding to escape as the world starts to turn, I’ve lost my grip on reality and nothing seems tangible, not even my feet on the floor, I go down the first time, feeling my bones crunch on the imitation wood, and I’m gone, everything is black and I wake up sweating, unable to stand,  spinning out of control. I find myself in an army crawl trying to get back to the sanctuary of my bed. Imagining how silly it was to be contemplating an end just hours before when now I am literally praying for a way to hear the sweet voice of my heart in the nighttime. In the distance I see the purple sheets, I am almost there, falling repeatedly with my head against the tattered carpet. Wishing I had played my cards differently. Wishing I had remained stationary, playing solitaire in my mind until I had met Hypnos.
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It was decided Before we arrived Shirts off As we cross the threshold Our mouths mashing Our bodies crashing Tripping on words And each other’s shoes Stumbling onto the floor Rug burn and no regrets working out we’re finally working out On the same page For each and every sentence Reading my body Studying every footnote Whispering meaning Between the lines of me Creating a new structure Where there was none before Using your hands To build me up As I feel my fingers etch Works of art Onto the surface of your skin What we create here Will go down in history As the single greatest moment Crossing every form of expression
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Jan 29, 2019
Jan 29, 2019 at 9:42 PM UTC
Elevation
Perhaps this is of my own doing But I own it Reflecting on the moments I promised lifetimes Knowing our future Would always fall short Of what I dreamed it to be Settling for almost there But not quite You held a lot of the characteristics For someone I could love And I made up the rest Passing the time With you by my side Playing house Pretending that you were the one Claiming miracles Secretly disenchanted By the idea of your presence Consistent and steadfast Your words in regards to me Came from the heart Even though Everything else was a lie Falsehoods weaved Through the strands of our existence Crumbling swiftly With every move we made Moving forward in vain Until I could no longer bare The awkward silence Poisonous resentments The lingering deceit All the words I never said Come out all at once In a explosion of bile Liquid thoughts I can not contain Streaming in your direction Until the acid of my withholdings Melts you alive And shows you the door
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Jan 27, 2019
Jan 27, 2019 at 11:56 PM UTC
I’m gonna need those keys back
In the shadows of this room Illuminated only by candlelight We became liquid Dissolving in the darkness A chemical reaction Resulting in the destruction Of our composure Rewriting our compounds Until we fuse Into a single strand Of letters and numbers Of thoughts And untranslatable sounds Fingertips working My way through your construction Mind calculating The methods to solving our equation Staring behind your eyes Searching for the words To write the story Of what happens here But there are no words To recreate the mystery Behind our explosions The fated foundation I placed within your structure
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Jan 27, 2019
Jan 27, 2019 at 11:33 PM UTC
Ardere