Seats were taken till there was none left
so they stood
All eyes on one man each for the same reason
justice
the man stood across from a judge
the judge stared at the man and asked a question
do you feel any remorse
the man gives a light laugh
should one feel remorse for being one's own self
no, no remorse can any of you watching say the same
have any of you ever asked yourselves who you are when not told too
I'm sure I will be deemed crazy
that will only be in the eyes of the many
for I will be the one to judge myself
Jan 8
Jan 8, 2026 at 2:53 PM UTC
It feels like a movie, as if life was plotted out to each varying detail. A movie I am not apart of but a spectators of sorts. Never seeming to join in the rolls we each play.
Slowing tearing at me, never knowing what role I am supposed to play. Almost making me feel as if my role is to watch and see, as this world slowly unravels around me.
Just watching, almost say studying the movements that each individual plays and the effects he or she makes. A movie I can not change, even if I tried with all my might.
But my worst fear of all, the one I am most afraid to see, is will my scene end or will this movie end before me.
Jan 7
Jan 7, 2026 at 11:40 AM UTC
It feels like a movie, as if life was plotted out to each varying detail. A movie I am not apart of but a spectators of sorts. Never seeming to join in the rolls we each play.
Slowing tearing at me, never knowing what role I am supposed to play. Almost making me feel as if my role is to watch and see, as this world slowly unravels around me.
Just watching, almost say studying the movements that each individual plays and the effects he or she makes. A movie I can not change, even if I tried with all my might.
But my worst fear of all, the one I am most afraid to see, is will my scene end or will this movie end before me.
Jan 6
Jan 6, 2026 at 11:14 PM UTC
I laid out lost to the world
recalling the day before
when I spotted a unicorn
no words could do justice to its beauty
a beauty that makes you dazed confused
one that makes you wish to cherish forever
but you cant own a unicorn
you can only gaze at it and hope
hope that it will wish to stay
Nov 27, 2019
Nov 27, 2019 at 2:09 AM UTC
I question my thoughts
I wonder how can they be
from nothing to me
Jul 14, 2019
Jul 14, 2019 at 3:05 AM UTC
in a small room, there are many souls
each one has a story unique to them
yet they don't speak of it
they do not see it
the stillness around them
as they occupy a room without a word
they don't question the quietness
almost embracing it
how can I blame them though
what purpose does it serve to tell your story
when its easier to stare at a phone
and bask in the thoughts you have
blissfully ignoring souls around you
Jun 30, 2019
Jun 30, 2019 at 8:24 PM UTC
I walk steadily one step at a time
yet my destination seems so far away
over and over I tell myself that my goal is walking alongside me
still, I look ahead trying to reach a goal that I can't reach
maybe I would chastise myself if the goal was unreasonable
somewhere inside me though it does not feel like such
no, it feels more like the starting line was too far back
but I'm too stubborn to accept it to lay down and allow it to stop me
so I walk steadily one step at a time
Jun 29, 2019
Jun 29, 2019 at 1:35 PM UTC
I often wonder the angle others see me
As they look at me from across the room
or stand next to me, making eye contact
do they take my gestures the way I mean them
is my true image reflected within them
I wonder if its me that they see
or if its the me who truly represents me
I hope that image is the same as mine
otherwise who would I be
from angles that I cant see
Jun 24, 2019
Jun 24, 2019 at 4:46 AM UTC
I sit at the beginnings of a new future
Yet to reach it I must openly defy my greatest fears
My body is torn, so I write
but to no one but myself
As I put off what I must confront
what I know is simple
I might be a single unit, but my dreams matter
so don't be scared, allow yourself to reach
speak your thoughts and the world will listen
or at least that's what I hope is true
It sounds ideal to me
since the world is lonely when you are the only voice you hear
Jun 10, 2019
Jun 10, 2019 at 1:38 PM UTC
My eyes are open so I see the shapes of the world around me
I can make out its colors and can hear the voices that laugh and cry
However, I don't know if others can see it reflected within my eyes
but I can feel it
the lack of empathy for their words
my apatheticness towards the vibrancy around me
the cold distant observation in the shapes that pass me by
Jun 5, 2019
Jun 5, 2019 at 12:57 AM UTC