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Cadmus 48m
You don’t notice it at first.
Not really.
Life keeps you busy with noise, with dreams, with the next thing.

But then one day,
you cross an invisible threshold.
There’s no signpost, no celebration
just the quiet erosion of what once mattered.

The body falters first.
Not dramatically - no, it’s more insidious than that.
You wake up sore from sleep.
You get winded climbing stairs you once ran.
You start measuring your days in energy, not hours.

Then come the dreams
the ones you clung to like anchors.
They begin to dissolve.
Some shrink into hobbies, others vanish with a sigh.
And the ones that remain?
Too fragile to chase, too old to birth.

Your beliefs shift too.
Not because they were wrong,
but because the world keeps insisting you make room for things
you once swore you’d never tolerate.

You adjust.
You settle.
You survive.

But the worst part
the part no one warns you about
is the people.

One by one,
they begin to leave.

Some give you time.
They let you prepare your goodbye.
Others vanish mid-conversation,
leaving cups half full and promises unfinished.

And what’s cruel is not just that they’re gone
it’s that nothing fills their space.
You try.
You pretend.
You build new connections like patchwork quilts.
But nothing fits quite right.

Because love, real love, isn’t replaced.
It’s carried
as ache,
as memory,
as absence you learn to walk around like a piece of furniture in the dark.

You keep going, of course.
What else can you do?
You make tea.
You water the plants.
You smile at strangers and nod at the sky like it still owes you something.

But deep down, you know:
This is what it means to age
not the wrinkles, not the gray.
It’s the slow, silent disappearing
of everything that once made you feel
alive.
Aging is not just the passage of time , it’s the quiet art of learning how to let go, again and again, without ever quite mastering it.
If life was fair would we all not be perfect
Dressed in tight clothes and most of them too revealing, with
chains that hang low and tattoos with deeper meanings
If we were perfect than I promise, life would be fair

The eyes of your foes can see through the walls
You're not alone in your skin, you're not as free as before
So you shape your identity to meet their desires
Would we all not be perfect if life was fair?

You change your walk and the way that you talk
You smile alone, you change your appearance, your
hair, your clothes, the way you stand. I promise you
that their love for you is a figment of your imagination

You could climb a mountain or **** it's lions
Sail the sea or swim in it's oceans
You can walk a mile or even a thousand
Whoever you're trying to impress doesn't bare any ***** for you

If life was fair, we'd all be perfect, however,
if you seek perfection then I know
your identity is shaped by how others view you

Do not our imperfections make us perfect

If life was fair
then what would be the use of living.
The title speaks about how we think that everyone sees and cares about our every movement. So we feel a bit of insecurity or unsure about ourselves, and that leads us to become people that we're really not in order to meet everyone's desires.

Line 1: Rhetorical Question.

Line 2 & 3: Speaks about what we result to, convincing ourselves that it's the right thing to do because people say so. How we show off too much in order to get reassured by total strangers because we were never given compliments as we grew up. That tattoos are a great way to show love for someone or something you've lost, while really, a way of showing love is to heal and move on.

Line 4: Rhetorical Question.

Line 5 & 6: Speaks about how we convince ourselves that people can see our every move, whether we're at home or somewhere private. So we start to resent doing the things that make us happy, you hate reading or watching movies, or even liste to your favorite music, all because you think people see and judge you, every moment. Even when you try to revert back to the things you love, you don't feel as comfortable anymore.

Line 7: Speaks about how you change to please others.

Line 8: Rhetorical Question.

Line 9, 10 & 11: Speaks about all the sudden changes you make to your body, and the extra things you do to yourself, to please other.  All of that just because you want to impress people who will never be impressed. About how you seek the attention of people who never noticed just because you thought they notice you.

Line 12: No one saw you, no one cares. All the people who you're trying to get the attention of don't really care

Line 13 - 16: Tells you that you can attempt to do the inevitable for someone or a certain minority of individuals but you will still be disregarded because at the end of it all, no one asked you to do those things.

Line 17 - 19: The honest truth about you people who seek fir reassurance from other people.

Line 20 - 22: Rhetorical Question.
The poem is a free verse poem, it has no specific rhyme pattern, or specific number of lines per stanza. The poem runs through with lines that have enjambement, symbolizing how this trend of self conflictment continues to become a rising pandemic. Makes you realize that people don't care about your appearance, and that if someone wants you to change, they will never think you're enough.
I'm changing ways changing days I'm changing the current waves
The show was great!
The singing, the laughing.
the lights swooning me,
into feeling!

After such a night,
there I was,
wondering comes next,
figured it was time to sleep,
so I went home and did just that.

Until the next time the lights flickered,
songs sweep me on my feet,
and the good times dole directly to my soul.

And he did just that. Opportunities came and went, yet nothing ever matched the same groove. The world kept spinning as it always does, and there he remained sleeping. His dreams could replay that feeling again, no biggie. Why wake? When he could shake all he wanted in a dream.
I am thinking of you - as of a corpse
Go on and tell me all the lies
I am at legs of yours - heart-sunken
Eyes are dull - do eat the flesh I offer
The sole emasculation - paganism of truth
For asking hand is beaten - better
Deserters' solitude - abandoned hope
For never leaving guilt - ashamed
Of silence - welcoming to home
Seen flaws - are signs of given
Conscience - though shut - is mouth
Inaction - tethering regret to sorrow
And misery is standing by the side
Impersonating whole of circus
For beggar is forborn attention
"I'm here" - the drowning whisper
Arms choking throat - hand traces
Running tear - "I'm with you"
Caressing warmth of lifeless palm
Invites the strengthening of strangling
For frail innocence is crippled dome
"I do forgive you"
Cheyenne May 13
I'm drowning in an ocean of you,
and only you.

There is no concept of time anymore.
A minute feels like hours,
but a year is just a moment.

I am sinking.
Whether fast and diving to the bottom,
or slow and drifting softly into the depths.

Sometimes the tide is harsh,
and throws me around.
Other times the sea rocks me softly
into an endless sleep.

At first I thrashed,
gasping for air but being empty of it.
I screamed and begged,
for I did not want to become the water.

Over time I accepted the calm blue warmth,
I embraced it.
I grew gills to adapt to the lack of oxygen,
and fins to swim through every thought of you.

I no longer am drowning;
I am choosing to stay.
I am navigating the crystal waters,
as if I've lived in them my whole life.

So if I am drowning:
I will tie large stones to my feet,
and embrace the darkness that is to come.
Kellonor May 12
Time stood still and you were there,  
Golden girl with windswept hair.  
But time moves on, it will not wait,  
It left me at the garden gate.  

The wind crept in through silent cracks,  
Like memories that pull me back.  
Your presence once lit up my skies,  
Without you, love just slowly dies.  

The sunlight reached the isle unknown,  
Where echoes rest and dreams have flown.  
A place of sorrow, soft and deep,  
Where yearning sings itself to sleep.  

The notes now whisper in my ear,  
Let go the weight, release the fear.
Yet still I ask with breath held tight,  
Which voice in me is truly right?  

Vines grew around the rocks I knew,  
They held me fast, as doubt still grew.  
So I left one truth for all to see

Be yourself, and you’ll be free.
Written under the spell of a melody
Cadmus May 11
And you are not prepared for it.

In your lifetime,
you may never fall in love.
You may never raise a child,
nor build a legacy,
nor touch the oceans.

It isn’t the act of giving,
or traveling the world.
Not even living an adventure,
nor achieving great goals.

All of those and more…
are possibilities.
Not certainties.

But one thing is absolutely certain:
YOU WILL DIE

Ah
Yes, it will
It will happen
As a reflection of life
Not  as  dreaded  evil  punishment.
Not as a result of failure.
 Just a real fact.
EMINENT
So why fear it?
Why shroud it in silence?
Why hush the one absolute promise
life has always kept?
Whispered
Gently
2U
This piece invites us to confront the one truth no one escapes, so we might finally start living with intention, not illusion.
Kalliope May 9
I can't know that its done, I can't watch the end, it needs to catch me offguard, something I can't ever mend.

Ill sit here and obsess and I'll miss you when I'm busy, my anxiety is sky high and I'm getting dizzy.

A cycle I'm trapped in, no matter the man, I'll know that it's over but I'll hold a death grip on your hand.

My thoughts are chaos, my love even worse, I thought I was better, now I think my heart is cursed.

This yearning does nothing, it doesn't change our lives, I will always want what I cannot have and I will never be a wife.
It will not work
But why can't I think about
Anything else?
Aaamour Apr 30
I want her, I want her so bad
without her, my life’s like
sugar without the sweet, a flower with no colours

I want to be the nectar inside the flower-her

but I’m just morning dew-worthless
Why, why 
didn’t I love her enough?
in my poems- her; in my thoughts-her
she wrote and even thought but just not about me

even when she wore those diamonds 

only her face shined

asked her what she applied to her face

she replied: nothing 

when she chose that ******* over me 

I was furious

but
why did I love her?
was it not to see her smile?

was it not to see her enjoy?
She is happier than ever-without me
in her happiness my world finds peace
that is enough.
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