What are you not ready to feel again?
18 responses
A moment of weakness
That collapses my heart
And devour my soul to live.
tiny creek
2h ago
Jun 5, 2026 at 10:51 PM UTC
Love.
I exposed my heart,
And he shot me,
Left me,
Bleeding,
Dying.
I don’t believe I will ever bring myself to love again.
salted garden
8h ago
Jun 5, 2026 at 4:17 PM UTC
Alone:
I'm not ready
to feel lonely again.
Alone, sure.
When you're alone
it's a choice.
A guarantee
of an adventure
meant only for you.
Loneliness is different.
It arrives uninvited.
Pulls up a chair.
Says my name
like it owns it.
Nobody.
Nobody.
No body.
And yet somehow
it fills the whole room.
hushed thistle
11h ago
Jun 5, 2026 at 1:21 PM UTC
Not Mine
You cannot lose
what was never yours,
easier said
than done.
I do not wish
to cling more tightly
than I already have,
or add more
to my plate.
Yet somehow,
despite my best intentions,
you seem to have found
a space there.
But more surprising still
is the realization
that the space
was always yours.
:)
heavy lark
1d ago
Jun 4, 2026 at 10:49 PM UTC
i count down hours—
minutes—
seconds—
for silence
to breathe.
why does your presence
stir all this anxiety?
i once believed butterflies
a real thing
a physical difference
inside my stomach
butterflies cause tsunami's.
or does recognition?
a faint glimpse
something ill never be ready to feel again.
ill feel
love fade,
sorrowful goodbyes
with
or without consent
i am not ready to feel
alone again
in our home
the one we built
ruca snores
the morning sun
touches lips
with
or
without consent
blue meadow
1d ago
Jun 4, 2026 at 4:47 PM UTC
love
the bed is cold
with no body to warm it
i turn around, but there is nothing but the desert of cold silk and emptiness
the sunday light is golden, but there are no eyes to catch it
love
the champagne of feelings is lost
its gone flat, the fizz of it, and i mourn it
as i get up and close the window drapes
what's the point of the sun without you
to soak it up?
love
i miss you
as i make breakfast that feels small without you
those sunny-side up eggs gone to waste
my love
drifting ridge
1d ago
Jun 4, 2026 at 4:22 PM UTC
The betrayal of those who should love you. The feeling of being intentionally hurt by those with malice in their hearts.
warm sparrow
1d ago
Jun 4, 2026 at 12:14 PM UTC
Tailspin
Pretext, reason — short wire season,
Coke cans, cigarettes — lollipop wraps,
Numbers, thoughts — sour cola rots,
Tailspin, axe — GoPro mount tracks,
Sweaty, tight — the frame is in sight!
Rag, hat — chilly slippers where I'm at,
Almost, take note — reread what I wrote,
Struggling, take on, shooting, comedown.
Chaos, cheap rug — total arthouse.
late ridge
1d ago
Jun 4, 2026 at 10:40 AM UTC
Im not ready to feel you again
im not ready for the joy
the peace
the hope
the love
im not ready to feel the warmth of your arms
the strength that comforts me
im not ready to let you in
im not ready to hold on
im not ready to feel that freedom
and im not ready to be ok
im not ready to let you take my hand
to lead me
im not ready to make these decisions
im not ready to want and to be torn by that want
im not ready
and its because im scared
im scared we are wrong
and im scared to lose us again
tiny shore
1d ago
Jun 4, 2026 at 10:07 AM UTC
I can think back to a much simpler time
when I was yours
and you were mine
I remember when I asked you to be my Valentine
I still write you letters, no courage to send them
because I'm afraid if I do it'll say
"Return to sender"
and that rejection
isn't something I can handle
again and again
late birch
1d ago
Jun 4, 2026 at 7:04 AM UTC
Anger and hurt
drifting otter
1d ago
Jun 4, 2026 at 7:00 AM UTC
Speaking of feelings
its all dead inside
Lost so many years ago
Half a woman with parts gone missing
I feel nothing
Love is just a ache
or an echo
Disappearing over the years
With nowhere to touch or feel anymore
Just an empty shell
Still walking and talking
Yet feeling nothing
I wish I could feel something
Love has dipped into the shadows
Leaving an empty place in
my heart.
hollow meadow
1d ago
Jun 4, 2026 at 4:59 AM UTC
Your skin,
steepled pores serrating me, grating me,
greeting me with
blood
wells at your touch.
At least it is warm.
brave fox
1d ago
Jun 4, 2026 at 3:44 AM UTC
I am not ready for the echo
that slips in before
the one that remembers
what I’ve worked so hard to forget.
Not ready for the soft‑spoken grief
that pretends to be gentle
but leaves fingerprints anyway.
Not ready for the warmth
that once felt like home
and now feels like a warning.
Not ready for the version of myself
who kept the door open
long after the room emptied.
Not ready for the tenderness
that arrives with a bill.
Not ready for the truth
that still stings
even after all this time.
slow ember
2d ago
Jun 4, 2026 at 12:45 AM UTC
The pure and utter chaos of hurting without clear reason,
The self gaslighting, insecurities,
And the horrifying revelation of becoming the problem
weathered ferry
2d ago
Jun 4, 2026 at 12:28 AM UTC
To feel the world
I once wanted to feel，
but now that yearning is sealed.
Maybe because it brought too much pain.
Like rushing through storm and rain.
I'm not ready to feel the world, not yet.
But those memories, I'll keep, I'll never forget.
muted thistle
2d ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 11:50 PM UTC
Sick of loss
lonely pond
2d ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 10:38 PM UTC
the love i felt for you
you and your stupid blue eyes and brown hair
it ripped me apart
you asshole
restless ember
2d ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 8:56 PM UTC
A moment of weakness
That collapses my heart
And devour my soul to live.
tiny creek
2h ago
Jun 5, 2026 at 10:51 PM UTC
Alone:
I'm not ready
to feel lonely again.
Alone, sure.
When you're alone
it's a choice.
A guarantee
of an adventure
meant only for you.
Loneliness is different.
It arrives uninvited.
Pulls up a chair.
Says my name
like it owns it.
Nobody.
Nobody.
No body.
And yet somehow
it fills the whole room.
hushed thistle
11h ago
Jun 5, 2026 at 1:21 PM UTC
i count down hours—
minutes—
seconds—
for silence
to breathe.
why does your presence
stir all this anxiety?
i once believed butterflies
a real thing
a physical difference
inside my stomach
butterflies cause tsunami's.
or does recognition?
a faint glimpse
something ill never be ready to feel again.
ill feel
love fade,
sorrowful goodbyes
with
or without consent
i am not ready to feel
alone again
in our home
the one we built
ruca snores
the morning sun
touches lips
with
or
without consent
blue meadow
1d ago
Jun 4, 2026 at 4:47 PM UTC
The betrayal of those who should love you. The feeling of being intentionally hurt by those with malice in their hearts.
warm sparrow
1d ago
Jun 4, 2026 at 12:14 PM UTC
Im not ready to feel you again
im not ready for the joy
the peace
the hope
the love
im not ready to feel the warmth of your arms
the strength that comforts me
im not ready to let you in
im not ready to hold on
im not ready to feel that freedom
and im not ready to be ok
im not ready to let you take my hand
to lead me
im not ready to make these decisions
im not ready to want and to be torn by that want
im not ready
and its because im scared
im scared we are wrong
and im scared to lose us again
tiny shore
1d ago
Jun 4, 2026 at 10:07 AM UTC
Anger and hurt
drifting otter
1d ago
Jun 4, 2026 at 7:00 AM UTC
Your skin,
steepled pores serrating me, grating me,
greeting me with
blood
wells at your touch.
At least it is warm.
brave fox
1d ago
Jun 4, 2026 at 3:44 AM UTC
The pure and utter chaos of hurting without clear reason,
The self gaslighting, insecurities,
And the horrifying revelation of becoming the problem
weathered ferry
2d ago
Jun 4, 2026 at 12:28 AM UTC
Sick of loss
lonely pond
2d ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 10:38 PM UTC
Love.
I exposed my heart,
And he shot me,
Left me,
Bleeding,
Dying.
I don’t believe I will ever bring myself to love again.
salted garden
8h ago
Jun 5, 2026 at 4:17 PM UTC
Not Mine
You cannot lose
what was never yours,
easier said
than done.
I do not wish
to cling more tightly
than I already have,
or add more
to my plate.
Yet somehow,
despite my best intentions,
you seem to have found
a space there.
But more surprising still
is the realization
that the space
was always yours.
:)
heavy lark
1d ago
Jun 4, 2026 at 10:49 PM UTC
love
the bed is cold
with no body to warm it
i turn around, but there is nothing but the desert of cold silk and emptiness
the sunday light is golden, but there are no eyes to catch it
love
the champagne of feelings is lost
its gone flat, the fizz of it, and i mourn it
as i get up and close the window drapes
what's the point of the sun without you
to soak it up?
love
i miss you
as i make breakfast that feels small without you
those sunny-side up eggs gone to waste
my love
drifting ridge
1d ago
Jun 4, 2026 at 4:22 PM UTC
Tailspin
Pretext, reason — short wire season,
Coke cans, cigarettes — lollipop wraps,
Numbers, thoughts — sour cola rots,
Tailspin, axe — GoPro mount tracks,
Sweaty, tight — the frame is in sight!
Rag, hat — chilly slippers where I'm at,
Almost, take note — reread what I wrote,
Struggling, take on, shooting, comedown.
Chaos, cheap rug — total arthouse.
late ridge
1d ago
Jun 4, 2026 at 10:40 AM UTC
I can think back to a much simpler time
when I was yours
and you were mine
I remember when I asked you to be my Valentine
I still write you letters, no courage to send them
because I'm afraid if I do it'll say
"Return to sender"
and that rejection
isn't something I can handle
again and again
late birch
1d ago
Jun 4, 2026 at 7:04 AM UTC
Speaking of feelings
its all dead inside
Lost so many years ago
Half a woman with parts gone missing
I feel nothing
Love is just a ache
or an echo
Disappearing over the years
With nowhere to touch or feel anymore
Just an empty shell
Still walking and talking
Yet feeling nothing
I wish I could feel something
Love has dipped into the shadows
Leaving an empty place in
my heart.
hollow meadow
1d ago
Jun 4, 2026 at 4:59 AM UTC
I am not ready for the echo
that slips in before
the one that remembers
what I’ve worked so hard to forget.
Not ready for the soft‑spoken grief
that pretends to be gentle
but leaves fingerprints anyway.
Not ready for the warmth
that once felt like home
and now feels like a warning.
Not ready for the version of myself
who kept the door open
long after the room emptied.
Not ready for the tenderness
that arrives with a bill.
Not ready for the truth
that still stings
even after all this time.
slow ember
2d ago
Jun 4, 2026 at 12:45 AM UTC
To feel the world
I once wanted to feel，
but now that yearning is sealed.
Maybe because it brought too much pain.
Like rushing through storm and rain.
I'm not ready to feel the world, not yet.
But those memories, I'll keep, I'll never forget.
muted thistle
2d ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 11:50 PM UTC
the love i felt for you
you and your stupid blue eyes and brown hair
it ripped me apart
you asshole
restless ember
2d ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 8:56 PM UTC
A moment of weakness
That collapses my heart
And devour my soul to live.
tiny creek
2h ago
Jun 5, 2026 at 10:51 PM UTC
Not Mine
You cannot lose
what was never yours,
easier said
than done.
I do not wish
to cling more tightly
than I already have,
or add more
to my plate.
Yet somehow,
despite my best intentions,
you seem to have found
a space there.
But more surprising still
is the realization
that the space
was always yours.
:)
heavy lark
1d ago
Jun 4, 2026 at 10:49 PM UTC
The betrayal of those who should love you. The feeling of being intentionally hurt by those with malice in their hearts.
warm sparrow
1d ago
Jun 4, 2026 at 12:14 PM UTC
I can think back to a much simpler time
when I was yours
and you were mine
I remember when I asked you to be my Valentine
I still write you letters, no courage to send them
because I'm afraid if I do it'll say
"Return to sender"
and that rejection
isn't something I can handle
again and again
late birch
1d ago
Jun 4, 2026 at 7:04 AM UTC
Your skin,
steepled pores serrating me, grating me,
greeting me with
blood
wells at your touch.
At least it is warm.
brave fox
1d ago
Jun 4, 2026 at 3:44 AM UTC
To feel the world
I once wanted to feel，
but now that yearning is sealed.
Maybe because it brought too much pain.
Like rushing through storm and rain.
I'm not ready to feel the world, not yet.
But those memories, I'll keep, I'll never forget.
muted thistle
2d ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 11:50 PM UTC
Love.
I exposed my heart,
And he shot me,
Left me,
Bleeding,
Dying.
I don’t believe I will ever bring myself to love again.
salted garden
8h ago
Jun 5, 2026 at 4:17 PM UTC
i count down hours—
minutes—
seconds—
for silence
to breathe.
why does your presence
stir all this anxiety?
i once believed butterflies
a real thing
a physical difference
inside my stomach
butterflies cause tsunami's.
or does recognition?
a faint glimpse
something ill never be ready to feel again.
ill feel
love fade,
sorrowful goodbyes
with
or without consent
i am not ready to feel
alone again
in our home
the one we built
ruca snores
the morning sun
touches lips
with
or
without consent
blue meadow
1d ago
Jun 4, 2026 at 4:47 PM UTC
Tailspin
Pretext, reason — short wire season,
Coke cans, cigarettes — lollipop wraps,
Numbers, thoughts — sour cola rots,
Tailspin, axe — GoPro mount tracks,
Sweaty, tight — the frame is in sight!
Rag, hat — chilly slippers where I'm at,
Almost, take note — reread what I wrote,
Struggling, take on, shooting, comedown.
Chaos, cheap rug — total arthouse.
late ridge
1d ago
Jun 4, 2026 at 10:40 AM UTC
Anger and hurt
drifting otter
1d ago
Jun 4, 2026 at 7:00 AM UTC
I am not ready for the echo
that slips in before
the one that remembers
what I’ve worked so hard to forget.
Not ready for the soft‑spoken grief
that pretends to be gentle
but leaves fingerprints anyway.
Not ready for the warmth
that once felt like home
and now feels like a warning.
Not ready for the version of myself
who kept the door open
long after the room emptied.
Not ready for the tenderness
that arrives with a bill.
Not ready for the truth
that still stings
even after all this time.
slow ember
2d ago
Jun 4, 2026 at 12:45 AM UTC
Sick of loss
lonely pond
2d ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 10:38 PM UTC
Alone:
I'm not ready
to feel lonely again.
Alone, sure.
When you're alone
it's a choice.
A guarantee
of an adventure
meant only for you.
Loneliness is different.
It arrives uninvited.
Pulls up a chair.
Says my name
like it owns it.
Nobody.
Nobody.
No body.
And yet somehow
it fills the whole room.
hushed thistle
11h ago
Jun 5, 2026 at 1:21 PM UTC
love
the bed is cold
with no body to warm it
i turn around, but there is nothing but the desert of cold silk and emptiness
the sunday light is golden, but there are no eyes to catch it
love
the champagne of feelings is lost
its gone flat, the fizz of it, and i mourn it
as i get up and close the window drapes
what's the point of the sun without you
to soak it up?
love
i miss you
as i make breakfast that feels small without you
those sunny-side up eggs gone to waste
my love
drifting ridge
1d ago
Jun 4, 2026 at 4:22 PM UTC
Im not ready to feel you again
im not ready for the joy
the peace
the hope
the love
im not ready to feel the warmth of your arms
the strength that comforts me
im not ready to let you in
im not ready to hold on
im not ready to feel that freedom
and im not ready to be ok
im not ready to let you take my hand
to lead me
im not ready to make these decisions
im not ready to want and to be torn by that want
im not ready
and its because im scared
im scared we are wrong
and im scared to lose us again
tiny shore
1d ago
Jun 4, 2026 at 10:07 AM UTC
Speaking of feelings
its all dead inside
Lost so many years ago
Half a woman with parts gone missing
I feel nothing
Love is just a ache
or an echo
Disappearing over the years
With nowhere to touch or feel anymore
Just an empty shell
Still walking and talking
Yet feeling nothing
I wish I could feel something
Love has dipped into the shadows
Leaving an empty place in
my heart.
hollow meadow
1d ago
Jun 4, 2026 at 4:59 AM UTC
The pure and utter chaos of hurting without clear reason,
The self gaslighting, insecurities,
And the horrifying revelation of becoming the problem
weathered ferry
2d ago
Jun 4, 2026 at 12:28 AM UTC
the love i felt for you
you and your stupid blue eyes and brown hair
it ripped me apart
you asshole
restless ember
2d ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 8:56 PM UTC