Describe a thing you stopped letting yourself want.
33 responses
the craving of him
late orchard
May 23
May 23, 2026 at 11:35 PM UTC
The feeling of being wanted,
Or asking for attention or love or respect..
Asking is not my strong suit,
And neither is accepting the fact, that I need the love, the respect,
Want to be treated with kindness,
Oh how and why I acknowledge my need..
If I won’t acknowledge it won’t matter…!
Or will it?
weary badger
May 23
May 23, 2026 at 4:36 PM UTC
there comes a time to decide.
am i good enough?
will i make it?
if i fail, will my door close?
but what is my truest failure?
childhood dreams of winning
ending only in loss
the mundane actions of what could have been
success only comes to those
willing to keep changing
the finish line is your next start.
my finish line was never my real start.
restless lark
May 22
May 22, 2026 at 11:07 PM UTC
I still feel the burn within
The pain of what could've been
Why didn't I go for it?
I should've just broken in
Broken them up for my sake
Because all's fair in love and play
When all I wanted was your gaze
Looking at me, like I was your babe.
I will stand for the judgement, for the sin
I will stare down God's blessin
Cause you're the air I'm breathin'
My sermon, my prayer, my religion
Because I no longer want the pin
The pin of virtue and virgin
I have stopped wantin'
The medal of a good person.
blue stone
May 22
May 22, 2026 at 2:31 AM UTC
the ghosts that wandered my memories late at night, their fingertips grazing my smile lines. felt unfair to miss after losing, knowing the loss came from what i had lost before, and yet, from it being a punishment of all sorts, it became the thing i wouldn't want to want. now i stand during the nights, so accompanied and yet too lonely, for they exist solely as spirits, even the bad ones, even the ones where good things did exist, just for a while, just for the lines to grow blurry.
warm garden
May 21
May 21, 2026 at 4:37 PM UTC
The expression of
your skin against
mine.
The energy of
anger when you got
too close to reading
between the lines.
The extravagance
of grief that shot
me in the chest
that's
every ounce of
my being
lovingly in a box
flush and beautiful
inside alone,
without the key
that I burned and
cheaply made,
to ever allow
its light stained
appearance to
only be seen.
kindly valley
May 21
May 21, 2026 at 10:32 AM UTC
I am blessed
with a partner
for a game of two.
We chose each other,
and because of that,
he never looked
for another
but me.
Through every up and down,
north and south,
across the dinner table,
we move together
like muscle memory.
But the game we play
is not a jigsaw puzzle.
It is more like a seesaw.
And sometimes
I cannot help
but wonder
how it feels
to fall asleep
in afterglow,
to be held
beneath a lingering gaze,
to simply lie
side by side
like two pieces
shaped from the same mold.
:)
rusted heron
May 20
May 20, 2026 at 11:37 PM UTC
I once wished to shrink,
to slip through rooms unseen,
to hush my laugh,
swallow my questions,
hide my hunger.
But the ache never left; it only grew quiet inside me.
Now, I let my voice rise,
let my dreams spill wide.
I stopped wishing to disappear.
I’m learning to want to be here.
faded lantern
May 20
May 20, 2026 at 10:53 PM UTC
The thing I stopped letting myself want
The smiles and laughs of those around me
For now that I have it
There was only one pair of eyes I truly wanted
And now everyone else seems trivial
Small
Unimportant
And now that love that I once craved
Suffocating me
Like vines wrapped around my neck
Cotton stuffed into my mouth
Choking me until I can’t speak
Until I can’t breathe
And all I can do is smile
open cedar
May 20
May 20, 2026 at 9:50 PM UTC
You.
Because I didn't want to hurt anymore.
heavy garden
May 20
May 20, 2026 at 6:57 PM UTC
I run from the embrace of The Abyss
while I have let myself want anything
a vicious paradox of nothingness and infinite desire
Should the youngsters strive to stay "hungry"?
Or should they get a better diet?
weary ember
May 20
May 20, 2026 at 6:32 PM UTC
The desire to be someone’s everything
To have someone see you as their reason to smile
To be loved so passionately that it hurts
To be loved in a completely selfless manner
small window
May 20
May 20, 2026 at 6:30 PM UTC
To be held
tiny atlas
May 20
May 20, 2026 at 6:25 PM UTC
Love escapes far away
I sought to be in more pain
Death nears the split heart
late kestrel
May 20
May 20, 2026 at 5:59 PM UTC
I had to stop believing in dreams
like a true fanatic
the child in me had to grow taller
a mature woman needs sturdier ground
my imagination sits at the crossroads
it keeps me alive when life is scarce
but I no loger live in the castles of air
I had to let go my mother’s heavy grief
I am opening my ribs
let the phantoms find their exit
in the fading night
let the past dissolve
as all shadows finally do
I am stepping out
into the unblinking light
so the dawn can finally be
truly new
wandering ridge
May 20
May 20, 2026 at 4:36 PM UTC
One two three
One two three
Hooves strike the ground
One two three
One two three
inevitable countdown
White paint
Flower boxes
Hands pressed
To sinewed neck
Mane that tickles my nose
Haunches that explode
Flight achieved
Weightless thousand pounds
Two heartbeats
Soaring high
Suspended above the ground
Reach
Release
The ground rushing near
A gasp
A jerk
I am awake
Sweaty sheets
twisted tight
It’s just a dream
I tell myself
A desperate plea
A dream turned to ashes
I left six feet deep.
blue heron
May 20
May 20, 2026 at 3:25 PM UTC
I wanted to blend in,
deform myself like slime
and paint my own body
as if it weren't a body
but a canvas.
Any time I heard:
"Yo, I really like this checkered pattern",
well, now my face was checkered,
and striped and polka-dotted
from prior times.
Not anymore.
Now my body is just
full of the doodles, scribbles,
and such other monstrosities
for art critics
that are no more than
Perfection herself
for me.
Why have anything else?
weathered barn
May 20
May 20, 2026 at 2:49 PM UTC
I would oft dream
Of a home that I knew
With people I loved
Where the tall reeds grew
But I can never
Return.
kindly barn
May 20
May 20, 2026 at 1:19 PM UTC
control
over
myself
others
emotions
the world
the news
but not having control
does not bind me to theirs
restless elm
May 20
May 20, 2026 at 10:58 AM UTC
I used to dream of being a cool kid.
The anticipation was euphoric.
Back in 2015
I was a sick teen
I controlled my mind
11 years later
I've been sickened
Victimizing isn't my style
So I've become a victim of my mind.
Now I just pick and
Pick and
Pick and grind
I lost the power to unwind.
And I can't take back the time.
I miss the excitement of mine.
The strong resonance with rhymes
Is merely a byproduct that shines
Of what i could've been with time
But I chose this path to unwind!
distant birch
May 20
May 20, 2026 at 10:56 AM UTC
I could say every right word,
I would still fail to understand you.
Because I never tried, I do
But everytime,
I keep falling in your blue.
moonlit otter
May 20
May 20, 2026 at 10:23 AM UTC
I remember way back,
when I could get up
without my back yawning.
Now, that is just a silly dream.
I remember way back,
when money wasn't
something to be worried about.
Now, that is just a silly dream.
I remember way back,
when my parents protected
me from the hardships of life.
Now, that is just a silly dream.
Now, everything is just a silly dream.
soft magpie
May 20
May 20, 2026 at 10:20 AM UTC
food
I cant
it makes me grow
not up
but out
wider
and bigger
"fat"
words run through my head
I cannot eat
I have to be skinny
muted thrush
May 20
May 20, 2026 at 10:07 AM UTC
for a flower to grow
it must not be plucked
so
i stopped wanting her.
thin cloud
May 20
May 20, 2026 at 10:06 AM UTC
Want the urge to hurt.
Wanting to feel my body in pain.
Because I had to realize
There is really little gain,
To my pain.
And frustration,
That will remain.
And I said I'll keep going.
And not do it.
At some points I spirilled.
But I had to not do it.
Because its best for my body,
And the ones who truly care.
Because Its a relief,
For people not to stare.
At my scares.
And the receipt bars,
on my arms.
So I stopped myself.
For the better.
Because living life,
Is better
Than writing letters.
lonely elm
May 20
May 20, 2026 at 8:29 AM UTC
the craving of him
late orchard
May 23
May 23, 2026 at 11:35 PM UTC
there comes a time to decide.
am i good enough?
will i make it?
if i fail, will my door close?
but what is my truest failure?
childhood dreams of winning
ending only in loss
the mundane actions of what could have been
success only comes to those
willing to keep changing
the finish line is your next start.
my finish line was never my real start.
restless lark
May 22
May 22, 2026 at 11:07 PM UTC
the ghosts that wandered my memories late at night, their fingertips grazing my smile lines. felt unfair to miss after losing, knowing the loss came from what i had lost before, and yet, from it being a punishment of all sorts, it became the thing i wouldn't want to want. now i stand during the nights, so accompanied and yet too lonely, for they exist solely as spirits, even the bad ones, even the ones where good things did exist, just for a while, just for the lines to grow blurry.
warm garden
May 21
May 21, 2026 at 4:37 PM UTC
I am blessed
with a partner
for a game of two.
We chose each other,
and because of that,
he never looked
for another
but me.
Through every up and down,
north and south,
across the dinner table,
we move together
like muscle memory.
But the game we play
is not a jigsaw puzzle.
It is more like a seesaw.
And sometimes
I cannot help
but wonder
how it feels
to fall asleep
in afterglow,
to be held
beneath a lingering gaze,
to simply lie
side by side
like two pieces
shaped from the same mold.
:)
rusted heron
May 20
May 20, 2026 at 11:37 PM UTC
The thing I stopped letting myself want
The smiles and laughs of those around me
For now that I have it
There was only one pair of eyes I truly wanted
And now everyone else seems trivial
Small
Unimportant
And now that love that I once craved
Suffocating me
Like vines wrapped around my neck
Cotton stuffed into my mouth
Choking me until I can’t speak
Until I can’t breathe
And all I can do is smile
open cedar
May 20
May 20, 2026 at 9:50 PM UTC
I run from the embrace of The Abyss
while I have let myself want anything
a vicious paradox of nothingness and infinite desire
Should the youngsters strive to stay "hungry"?
Or should they get a better diet?
weary ember
May 20
May 20, 2026 at 6:32 PM UTC
To be held
tiny atlas
May 20
May 20, 2026 at 6:25 PM UTC
I had to stop believing in dreams
like a true fanatic
the child in me had to grow taller
a mature woman needs sturdier ground
my imagination sits at the crossroads
it keeps me alive when life is scarce
but I no loger live in the castles of air
I had to let go my mother’s heavy grief
I am opening my ribs
let the phantoms find their exit
in the fading night
let the past dissolve
as all shadows finally do
I am stepping out
into the unblinking light
so the dawn can finally be
truly new
wandering ridge
May 20
May 20, 2026 at 4:36 PM UTC
I wanted to blend in,
deform myself like slime
and paint my own body
as if it weren't a body
but a canvas.
Any time I heard:
"Yo, I really like this checkered pattern",
well, now my face was checkered,
and striped and polka-dotted
from prior times.
Not anymore.
Now my body is just
full of the doodles, scribbles,
and such other monstrosities
for art critics
that are no more than
Perfection herself
for me.
Why have anything else?
weathered barn
May 20
May 20, 2026 at 2:49 PM UTC
control
over
myself
others
emotions
the world
the news
but not having control
does not bind me to theirs
restless elm
May 20
May 20, 2026 at 10:58 AM UTC
I could say every right word,
I would still fail to understand you.
Because I never tried, I do
But everytime,
I keep falling in your blue.
moonlit otter
May 20
May 20, 2026 at 10:23 AM UTC
food
I cant
it makes me grow
not up
but out
wider
and bigger
"fat"
words run through my head
I cannot eat
I have to be skinny
muted thrush
May 20
May 20, 2026 at 10:07 AM UTC
Want the urge to hurt.
Wanting to feel my body in pain.
Because I had to realize
There is really little gain,
To my pain.
And frustration,
That will remain.
And I said I'll keep going.
And not do it.
At some points I spirilled.
But I had to not do it.
Because its best for my body,
And the ones who truly care.
Because Its a relief,
For people not to stare.
At my scares.
And the receipt bars,
on my arms.
So I stopped myself.
For the better.
Because living life,
Is better
Than writing letters.
lonely elm
May 20
May 20, 2026 at 8:29 AM UTC
The feeling of being wanted,
Or asking for attention or love or respect..
Asking is not my strong suit,
And neither is accepting the fact, that I need the love, the respect,
Want to be treated with kindness,
Oh how and why I acknowledge my need..
If I won’t acknowledge it won’t matter…!
Or will it?
weary badger
May 23
May 23, 2026 at 4:36 PM UTC
I still feel the burn within
The pain of what could've been
Why didn't I go for it?
I should've just broken in
Broken them up for my sake
Because all's fair in love and play
When all I wanted was your gaze
Looking at me, like I was your babe.
I will stand for the judgement, for the sin
I will stare down God's blessin
Cause you're the air I'm breathin'
My sermon, my prayer, my religion
Because I no longer want the pin
The pin of virtue and virgin
I have stopped wantin'
The medal of a good person.
blue stone
May 22
May 22, 2026 at 2:31 AM UTC
The expression of
your skin against
mine.
The energy of
anger when you got
too close to reading
between the lines.
The extravagance
of grief that shot
me in the chest
that's
every ounce of
my being
lovingly in a box
flush and beautiful
inside alone,
without the key
that I burned and
cheaply made,
to ever allow
its light stained
appearance to
only be seen.
kindly valley
May 21
May 21, 2026 at 10:32 AM UTC
I once wished to shrink,
to slip through rooms unseen,
to hush my laugh,
swallow my questions,
hide my hunger.
But the ache never left; it only grew quiet inside me.
Now, I let my voice rise,
let my dreams spill wide.
I stopped wishing to disappear.
I’m learning to want to be here.
faded lantern
May 20
May 20, 2026 at 10:53 PM UTC
You.
Because I didn't want to hurt anymore.
heavy garden
May 20
May 20, 2026 at 6:57 PM UTC
The desire to be someone’s everything
To have someone see you as their reason to smile
To be loved so passionately that it hurts
To be loved in a completely selfless manner
small window
May 20
May 20, 2026 at 6:30 PM UTC
Love escapes far away
I sought to be in more pain
Death nears the split heart
late kestrel
May 20
May 20, 2026 at 5:59 PM UTC
One two three
One two three
Hooves strike the ground
One two three
One two three
inevitable countdown
White paint
Flower boxes
Hands pressed
To sinewed neck
Mane that tickles my nose
Haunches that explode
Flight achieved
Weightless thousand pounds
Two heartbeats
Soaring high
Suspended above the ground
Reach
Release
The ground rushing near
A gasp
A jerk
I am awake
Sweaty sheets
twisted tight
It’s just a dream
I tell myself
A desperate plea
A dream turned to ashes
I left six feet deep.
blue heron
May 20
May 20, 2026 at 3:25 PM UTC
I would oft dream
Of a home that I knew
With people I loved
Where the tall reeds grew
But I can never
Return.
kindly barn
May 20
May 20, 2026 at 1:19 PM UTC
I used to dream of being a cool kid.
The anticipation was euphoric.
Back in 2015
I was a sick teen
I controlled my mind
11 years later
I've been sickened
Victimizing isn't my style
So I've become a victim of my mind.
Now I just pick and
Pick and
Pick and grind
I lost the power to unwind.
And I can't take back the time.
I miss the excitement of mine.
The strong resonance with rhymes
Is merely a byproduct that shines
Of what i could've been with time
But I chose this path to unwind!
distant birch
May 20
May 20, 2026 at 10:56 AM UTC
I remember way back,
when I could get up
without my back yawning.
Now, that is just a silly dream.
I remember way back,
when money wasn't
something to be worried about.
Now, that is just a silly dream.
I remember way back,
when my parents protected
me from the hardships of life.
Now, that is just a silly dream.
Now, everything is just a silly dream.
soft magpie
May 20
May 20, 2026 at 10:20 AM UTC
for a flower to grow
it must not be plucked
so
i stopped wanting her.
thin cloud
May 20
May 20, 2026 at 10:06 AM UTC
the craving of him
late orchard
May 23
May 23, 2026 at 11:35 PM UTC
I still feel the burn within
The pain of what could've been
Why didn't I go for it?
I should've just broken in
Broken them up for my sake
Because all's fair in love and play
When all I wanted was your gaze
Looking at me, like I was your babe.
I will stand for the judgement, for the sin
I will stare down God's blessin
Cause you're the air I'm breathin'
My sermon, my prayer, my religion
Because I no longer want the pin
The pin of virtue and virgin
I have stopped wantin'
The medal of a good person.
blue stone
May 22
May 22, 2026 at 2:31 AM UTC
I am blessed
with a partner
for a game of two.
We chose each other,
and because of that,
he never looked
for another
but me.
Through every up and down,
north and south,
across the dinner table,
we move together
like muscle memory.
But the game we play
is not a jigsaw puzzle.
It is more like a seesaw.
And sometimes
I cannot help
but wonder
how it feels
to fall asleep
in afterglow,
to be held
beneath a lingering gaze,
to simply lie
side by side
like two pieces
shaped from the same mold.
:)
rusted heron
May 20
May 20, 2026 at 11:37 PM UTC
You.
Because I didn't want to hurt anymore.
heavy garden
May 20
May 20, 2026 at 6:57 PM UTC
To be held
tiny atlas
May 20
May 20, 2026 at 6:25 PM UTC
One two three
One two three
Hooves strike the ground
One two three
One two three
inevitable countdown
White paint
Flower boxes
Hands pressed
To sinewed neck
Mane that tickles my nose
Haunches that explode
Flight achieved
Weightless thousand pounds
Two heartbeats
Soaring high
Suspended above the ground
Reach
Release
The ground rushing near
A gasp
A jerk
I am awake
Sweaty sheets
twisted tight
It’s just a dream
I tell myself
A desperate plea
A dream turned to ashes
I left six feet deep.
blue heron
May 20
May 20, 2026 at 3:25 PM UTC
control
over
myself
others
emotions
the world
the news
but not having control
does not bind me to theirs
restless elm
May 20
May 20, 2026 at 10:58 AM UTC
I remember way back,
when I could get up
without my back yawning.
Now, that is just a silly dream.
I remember way back,
when money wasn't
something to be worried about.
Now, that is just a silly dream.
I remember way back,
when my parents protected
me from the hardships of life.
Now, that is just a silly dream.
Now, everything is just a silly dream.
soft magpie
May 20
May 20, 2026 at 10:20 AM UTC
Want the urge to hurt.
Wanting to feel my body in pain.
Because I had to realize
There is really little gain,
To my pain.
And frustration,
That will remain.
And I said I'll keep going.
And not do it.
At some points I spirilled.
But I had to not do it.
Because its best for my body,
And the ones who truly care.
Because Its a relief,
For people not to stare.
At my scares.
And the receipt bars,
on my arms.
So I stopped myself.
For the better.
Because living life,
Is better
Than writing letters.
lonely elm
May 20
May 20, 2026 at 8:29 AM UTC
The feeling of being wanted,
Or asking for attention or love or respect..
Asking is not my strong suit,
And neither is accepting the fact, that I need the love, the respect,
Want to be treated with kindness,
Oh how and why I acknowledge my need..
If I won’t acknowledge it won’t matter…!
Or will it?
weary badger
May 23
May 23, 2026 at 4:36 PM UTC
the ghosts that wandered my memories late at night, their fingertips grazing my smile lines. felt unfair to miss after losing, knowing the loss came from what i had lost before, and yet, from it being a punishment of all sorts, it became the thing i wouldn't want to want. now i stand during the nights, so accompanied and yet too lonely, for they exist solely as spirits, even the bad ones, even the ones where good things did exist, just for a while, just for the lines to grow blurry.
warm garden
May 21
May 21, 2026 at 4:37 PM UTC
I once wished to shrink,
to slip through rooms unseen,
to hush my laugh,
swallow my questions,
hide my hunger.
But the ache never left; it only grew quiet inside me.
Now, I let my voice rise,
let my dreams spill wide.
I stopped wishing to disappear.
I’m learning to want to be here.
faded lantern
May 20
May 20, 2026 at 10:53 PM UTC
I run from the embrace of The Abyss
while I have let myself want anything
a vicious paradox of nothingness and infinite desire
Should the youngsters strive to stay "hungry"?
Or should they get a better diet?
weary ember
May 20
May 20, 2026 at 6:32 PM UTC
Love escapes far away
I sought to be in more pain
Death nears the split heart
late kestrel
May 20
May 20, 2026 at 5:59 PM UTC
I wanted to blend in,
deform myself like slime
and paint my own body
as if it weren't a body
but a canvas.
Any time I heard:
"Yo, I really like this checkered pattern",
well, now my face was checkered,
and striped and polka-dotted
from prior times.
Not anymore.
Now my body is just
full of the doodles, scribbles,
and such other monstrosities
for art critics
that are no more than
Perfection herself
for me.
Why have anything else?
weathered barn
May 20
May 20, 2026 at 2:49 PM UTC
I used to dream of being a cool kid.
The anticipation was euphoric.
Back in 2015
I was a sick teen
I controlled my mind
11 years later
I've been sickened
Victimizing isn't my style
So I've become a victim of my mind.
Now I just pick and
Pick and
Pick and grind
I lost the power to unwind.
And I can't take back the time.
I miss the excitement of mine.
The strong resonance with rhymes
Is merely a byproduct that shines
Of what i could've been with time
But I chose this path to unwind!
distant birch
May 20
May 20, 2026 at 10:56 AM UTC
food
I cant
it makes me grow
not up
but out
wider
and bigger
"fat"
words run through my head
I cannot eat
I have to be skinny
muted thrush
May 20
May 20, 2026 at 10:07 AM UTC
there comes a time to decide.
am i good enough?
will i make it?
if i fail, will my door close?
but what is my truest failure?
childhood dreams of winning
ending only in loss
the mundane actions of what could have been
success only comes to those
willing to keep changing
the finish line is your next start.
my finish line was never my real start.
restless lark
May 22
May 22, 2026 at 11:07 PM UTC
The expression of
your skin against
mine.
The energy of
anger when you got
too close to reading
between the lines.
The extravagance
of grief that shot
me in the chest
that's
every ounce of
my being
lovingly in a box
flush and beautiful
inside alone,
without the key
that I burned and
cheaply made,
to ever allow
its light stained
appearance to
only be seen.
kindly valley
May 21
May 21, 2026 at 10:32 AM UTC
The thing I stopped letting myself want
The smiles and laughs of those around me
For now that I have it
There was only one pair of eyes I truly wanted
And now everyone else seems trivial
Small
Unimportant
And now that love that I once craved
Suffocating me
Like vines wrapped around my neck
Cotton stuffed into my mouth
Choking me until I can’t speak
Until I can’t breathe
And all I can do is smile
open cedar
May 20
May 20, 2026 at 9:50 PM UTC
The desire to be someone’s everything
To have someone see you as their reason to smile
To be loved so passionately that it hurts
To be loved in a completely selfless manner
small window
May 20
May 20, 2026 at 6:30 PM UTC
I had to stop believing in dreams
like a true fanatic
the child in me had to grow taller
a mature woman needs sturdier ground
my imagination sits at the crossroads
it keeps me alive when life is scarce
but I no loger live in the castles of air
I had to let go my mother’s heavy grief
I am opening my ribs
let the phantoms find their exit
in the fading night
let the past dissolve
as all shadows finally do
I am stepping out
into the unblinking light
so the dawn can finally be
truly new
wandering ridge
May 20
May 20, 2026 at 4:36 PM UTC
I would oft dream
Of a home that I knew
With people I loved
Where the tall reeds grew
But I can never
Return.
kindly barn
May 20
May 20, 2026 at 1:19 PM UTC
I could say every right word,
I would still fail to understand you.
Because I never tried, I do
But everytime,
I keep falling in your blue.
moonlit otter
May 20
May 20, 2026 at 10:23 AM UTC
for a flower to grow
it must not be plucked
so
i stopped wanting her.
thin cloud
May 20
May 20, 2026 at 10:06 AM UTC