Traveler

Jun 16

Aditya Roy

I couldn't walk
Another step today
So I wrote this
Line by line
It gave me the strength
That I once lacked
It made me feel like
I had a voice

This mind
This body
This soul
And ah...
I forget that there's a heart

Jun 16

Lawrence Hall

About That Full All-Out Full-Blown Hot Cold Shadow War Zone

Lawrence Hall
Mhall46184@aol.com
Dispatches for the Colonial Office

About That Full All-Out Full-Blown Hot Cold Shadow War Zone

Can a war ever be empty?
Can a war ever be some-in?
Can a war ever be some-out?
Can a war ever be partially-blown?
Can a war ever be a lukewarm war?
Can a war ever be an unshadow war?
Can a zone ever be anything but a war zone?
Can “digital content producers” ever learn to write without employing pointless adjectives and adverbs?

And let The People say, "Icon!"

Jun 16

Hasanur Rahaman Shaikh

Empty

Reality is cruel.
Fate is cruel.
You were cruel.
And me—
I’m no better.

Maybe I’m just…
Empty.

Not even lonely.
Just hollow. Void. Unmoving.
Unreal.

And now— I’m alone.
So alone.

I don’t know where I am.
I don’t know who I am.
I am clueless. I am lost.

"Help me."
"Miss me."
"Love me."
"And Tell me—why?"

Maybe one day—
I’ll begin to fill myself.
Because in the end,
no one else will do it.
No one else ever would.

But for now…
I’m just—
empty.

— The End —

© 2025 June, Hasanur Rahman Shaikh.
All rights reserved.

“Some loves end quietly. Others echo forever.”

It is not a cry for attention, but a whispered acknowledgment of being stripped of feeling. A poem about heartbreak, abandonment, and the quiet ruin that follows. It’s not just about losing someone—it’s about losing yourself.

#emptiness #loneliness #pain #mental #health #sadness #grief #healing #introspection

Jun 16

abyss

The House That Wasn't

Shattered illusions.
Shattered hopes.
Shattered dreams.

A house with no structure
built from the remains of ruin.

A powerful soul
in a trembling body.

A house meant to fall.
A house that realized
it’s not a house at all -
just the memory of shelter
pretending to hold.

It asks,
"Then what am I?"

But no one answers.

And so,
what’s left
sinks into the soil,
quietly turning
back into earth.

Who are you when it all comes crashing down?

#identity #existential #transformation #selfdestruction #rebirth #haunting #metaphor #raw #darkpoetry #introspective

Jun 16

Odd Odyssey Poet

The Chase and the Frame

The sky is falling—
ashes in slow motion,
raining smoke laced with doubt.
I’m trying to figure things out – trapped inside
of my mind, trying to map a way out.
Time wears you down like a borrowed face.
Money races laps around your mind—
and we’re all so deeply
invested in the chase.

I think locomotive thoughts—
every train of thought heavier than the last—
but somehow, I keep losing track of time.
But what is time,
if not something that’s never mine?
We spend every second like a dime—
but not every moment
is worth the time.

I dress up for someone else’s moment,
tailor my soul to suit their life—
wearing joy like it’s rented, hoping the fit feels right.
Every mistake I remember from yesterday
becomes a brushstroke in the picture I paint today—
a portrait of someone better
hanging up in my frame of mind.

And maybe, just maybe,
there lies the real way
to fit in.

#mentalhealthpoetry #existentialthoughts #timeandidentity #introspectivewriting #emotionalclarity #authenticityoverapproval #modernstruggles

Jun 16

Blue Sapphire

WHAT WAS I?

A reminder of an ex-lover?
An unstitched wound?
An uninvited guest?
An unbearable pain?

All the unanswered questions
haunt me now day and night.