kenjii - Hello Poetry

Your ideals mean nothing to me. This eternal alienation that you could never truly see. Tell me what it becomes when you justifying absurdity? Just leave me alone, I don’t want it said to me. The blood that fills my veins dries out completely. The more I stare, this world turns into nausea. My mind has been trampled on repeatedly. And I see how humans counterfeit identity. Why do you get to define humanity? You were never anything special, never meant to be. I’ll seal every exit, and you will finally see. What you looked down on was yourself, perfectly. Now you should be able to process what I said. Most things in life are meaningless, nothing to be read. Today again I tear and twist at my flesh instead. Just to resist whatever it is that drives me ahead.

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Apr 22

Apr 22, 2026 at 4:45 PM UTC

Disaffection

Your ideals mean nothing to me. This eternal alienation that you could never truly see. Tell me what it becomes when you justifying absurdity? Just leave me alone, I don’t want it said to me. The blood that fills my veins dries out completely. The more I stare, this world turns into nausea. My mind has been trampled on repeatedly. And I see how humans counterfeit identity. Why do you get to define humanity? You were never anything special, never meant to be. I’ll seal every exit, and you will finally see. What you looked down on was yourself, perfectly. Now you should be able to process what I said. Most things in life are meaningless, nothing to be read. Today again I tear and twist at my flesh instead. Just to resist whatever it is that drives me ahead.

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The distortion of my mind restrains my hands Something that always remains here by my side What shape does it take, and what does it feel? What is it that forces me, beyond my control? If it is something that never comes to an end What shape does it take, and what does it feel?

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Apr 22

Apr 22, 2026 at 4:18 AM UTC

That Which I Will Never See

The distortion of my mind restrains my hands Something that always remains here by my side What shape does it take, and what does it feel? What is it that forces me, beyond my control? If it is something that never comes to an end What shape does it take, and what does it feel?

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I’m conscious of your existence here Voids inside my heart are spreading it clear I feel an anxious pleasure every second here Deep in the abyss I cannot recognize fear No transformation ever did exist I knew they all were just the same dream persist How much more time does it still require Even though it’s already coming close, dire

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Apr 17

Apr 17, 2026 at 11:16 AM UTC

Cube

I’m conscious of your existence here Voids inside my heart are spreading it clear I feel an anxious pleasure every second here Deep in the abyss I cannot recognize fear No transformation ever did exist I knew they all were just the same dream persist How much more time does it still require Even though it’s already coming close, dire

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Cut, scrape, stab, tear at The sap of pain flows out and becomes nourishment I feel a dying heartbeat Is it an overestimation of the demand for inevitability? Or is it merely a renunciation of the will to move toward resolution? Or perhaps a kind of ****** pleasure?

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Apr 11

Apr 11, 2026 at 4:50 PM UTC

A Wet Surface

Cut, scrape, stab, tear at The sap of pain flows out and becomes nourishment I feel a dying heartbeat Is it an overestimation of the demand for inevitability? Or is it merely a renunciation of the will to move toward resolution? Or perhaps a kind of ****** pleasure?

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Through a conceptual pane of glass I am gazing at the flow as all visually perceptible things bend their outlines while changing shape And I recognize again just how small and powerless I am within this world and that I am merely one life that fades away without any meaning

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Apr 11

Apr 11, 2026 at 4:37 PM UTC

Environmentally Domesticated

Through a conceptual pane of glass I am gazing at the flow as all visually perceptible things bend their outlines while changing shape And I recognize again just how small and powerless I am within this world and that I am merely one life that fades away without any meaning

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I can’t feel any warmth in my blood anymore The mirror gliding along my skin reflects only my ugliness And the outline of my fingertips has begun to dissolve It’s all just unbearably, and eternally painful But strangely, I’m still gasping for salvation

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Mar 8

Mar 8, 2026 at 12:05 PM UTC

Stupor

I can’t feel any warmth in my blood anymore The mirror gliding along my skin reflects only my ugliness And the outline of my fingertips has begun to dissolve It’s all just unbearably, and eternally painful But strangely, I’m still gasping for salvation

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