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I don’t want to die a martyr As I fear I am destined to I may be smarter But I fear my untimely death may still be true I have always been self-sacrificing I don’t know how to be anything else The pain is meant to be sanctifying But it only causes stress I cannot watch people suffer I will trade their pain for mine I tell myself it will make me tougher Strengthen my spine Maybe I don’t deserve this debris Maybe I can become softer Or maybe this is all I am meant to be I don’t want to die a martyr
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7d ago
May 29, 2026 at 10:14 AM UTC
I dont want to die a martyr - Bex Luna
Family I often feel odd around people As if I do not know how to act It’s feels as though we are not equal I do not know how to be human that is a fact I go to class I hang out with friends I accidentally say something crass Our friendship ends I go home My house is warm I put it in this poem In my house I am safe from the storm My family laughs Doesn’t hold a grudge And loves And doesn’t judge They are home The only home I have ever known
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Apr 11
Apr 11, 2026 at 12:43 PM UTC
Family - Bex Luna Hespera
I can’t hate you, no matter how much people tell me I should I miss you more than I thought I could I still love you in some way I might be able to forgive you one day But until then, I will cling to your memory Trying to forget your act of treachery Our friendship will haunt me forever Trying to hate you is a fruitless endeavor
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Nov 24, 2025
Nov 24, 2025 at 11:15 AM UTC
I can’t hate you
The dead hold a lot of power Considering they do nothing at all They are all I can think of in this ungodly hour Wishing they would call You have to cope With the world not ending despite this feeling Any closure is a forlorn hope Maybe eventually I will find healing You are dead I need a friend You have fled I wish this would end I am always alone I scream to try to atone
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Nov 10, 2025
Nov 10, 2025 at 5:15 PM UTC
The dead - Bex Luna Hespera
The ocean crashes on the shore As I lay on the floor I hear the whispers in the wave Saying they can give me the peace I crave I walk along the sand Rocks in my hand The water laps at my feet As I stare blankly on in defeat I walk further into the sea The water is now all I can see I feel my heart slow down Stones in my pockets pulling me until I drown I let my pain release As I finally find my peace
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Sep 29, 2025
Sep 29, 2025 at 3:32 PM UTC
The Ocean
I am a figment of imagination An imaginary friend, one you cannot **** I exist in the only context of other people My soul floats in and out against my will My personality is a combination of the people that surround me I feel like a ghost in my own life I haunt my body I haunt my friends I haunt my family Never whole Always just a spirit But never with spirit
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Aug 23, 2025
Aug 23, 2025 at 9:16 AM UTC
Spirit
My heart was unoccupied My soul long since died I thought I would always feel bare Until you were there Your hand in mine The feeling is simply sublime Your touch covers my face As all of my problems erase Your eyes are the most beautiful things I have seen This love I had not foreseen My dear, you are all that I crave I will love you until we are in the grave
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Jul 23, 2025
Jul 23, 2025 at 10:37 AM UTC
My heart was unoccupied
Your love is sweeter than anything I’ve ever seen I would see it even if I were blind You make my heart feel serene You and I are forever interwined Your love is better than anything I’ve ever known I see my future when I look at you Oh, how our love has grown I will love you until my life is through I will love you until our bones are underground Our ghosts will love each other I think our souls are bound I cannot love another
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Jul 23, 2025
Jul 23, 2025 at 10:35 AM UTC
Your love
I am tired of being paranoid to stay alive The paranoia is like a cell My thoughts buzz like a hive I am trapped in my own hell Depression is the bolt on the door Nightmares are the guard Beating me until I am crying on the floor Until my soul is scarred My anxiety is the shackles on my wrists Cutting into my skin Why does it hurt to exist But there are sprinkles of hope within My will struggles to prevail I keep trying to make progress Eventually the pain will look small in scale Eventually there will be happiness in excess
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Jul 7, 2025
Jul 7, 2025 at 7:21 PM UTC
I am tired
Hope is like a fire that burns It does not matter what pain has flooded your fire how you’ve failed to add tinder If people have tried to smolder it If you have tried to let it burn or put it out If it has burned your hands The Fire will return. It may be a small candle that is barely flickering in the wind it may be a campfire lighting up the night It may be a forest fire burning down everything to start again. there are eyes in hurricanes and breaks in the rain. pain fades and burns heal. No matter what happens, you have lived to see another day The fire will reappear but you will not see it if you have your eyes closed. You cannot see anything through a blindfold of despair. You have to remove the blindfold to see the hope. You may see a candle or a campfire or a forest burning to the ground. Any fire is light in the darkness. Any amount of Hope is progress. So remove your blindfold and search for the fire. Light it with sticks you have scrounged from the ground. Burn your clothes if you have to and lie **** on the ground. Make the fire return even if you get burnt.
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Jun 2, 2025
Jun 2, 2025 at 2:33 PM UTC
Hope is a fire