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a silva Nov 2024
In the motion of waiting, my inside rot.
In the action of breathing, the air grows hot.
And in the patience of watching fools after fools
None dared to reach and claw on my skin.

To swore off touch aside from the skin my fingers hold.
To swore off hearts aside from mine that beats within me.

I fear I do not crave for human flesh anymore.
I am my own temple and my own worshipper.
Mirthfully to celebrate of choosing to celibate—
The liberation of the hunger that consumes me.

Perhaps, this is the love I was meant to find.
To beat alone in this world filled with others—
Unrhythmically, matching no ones rhythm but my own.
Amidst the crowds of beating hearts, mine beats in dissonance. Forcing my own to match someone else's pace never worked for me, and chasing fools after fools for decades tired my body.
Love was something I was willing to give, yet not one dared to receive. Now, I choose celibacy as the greatest form of intimacy. The skin I hold is the only skin I want to touch; the heart that beats is the only rhythm I want to match. I want someone to claw at my skin and reveal the secrets that lie deep beneath the surface. Yet, patience is the poison that would **** me—inside out.
I wonder what sins I have committed over the timelines my phantom dared to live, for the atonement I have to face today. What a price to pay for this timeline. It would've been fun to be adorned, maybe in the next one.
Eve Nov 2024
I stand amidst chaos, lost in the haze,
Reaching for you, but your gaze never strays.
The one I once sought, my refuge, my guide,
Is no longer waiting where hope used to reside.

You, my constant in a world so unkind,
Now absent, like others who’ve left me behind.
Perhaps you've surrendered, as they all have too,
Given up on the soul you once held true.

So now, I'll play the role they’ve designed,
Proving them right with the scars in my mind.

No, I haven't abandoned the fight within me,
I’ve merely become what they forced me to be:
Friendless, loveless, and cold as the stone,
A shadow that lingers, lifeless, alone.

-fir.m
This is an old poem from 2018 that i decided to revamp.
wren Nov 2024
p e r h a P s . y o u . c a n t . s e e . m y . d r e a m s
b u t . L a s t . n i g h t . i . h a d . o n e . a b o u t . y o u
i . s c r e a m e d . f o r . y o u . w h e n . i . s l E p t
a n d . i . b e g g e d . y o u . t o . A n s w er
b u t . y o u . S i m p l y . c o u l d . n o t
b e c a u s e . t h i s . i s . d r e a m . l a n d . a n d . n o t . r E a l . l i f e

i n . t H i s . d r e a m . a n . i l l u s i o n . w a s . f a b r i c a t e d
o n e . w h e r e . y o u . c o u l d n t . h e l p . b u t . h o l d . m E
i t . w a s . l i k e . w e . r e L a p s e d .  i n . t h e . d r u g . o f . u s
o u r . P r o g r e s s . i n . r e c o v e r y . o f . e a c h . o t h e r . e r a s e d

n o . o n e . h e a r s . M y . t e a r s . w h e n . i . w a k e . u p
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b e . a . r E a l i t y
Jeremy Betts Nov 2024
I've heard people are strange
When you're a stranger
A lesson learned
Only as you grow older

Faces look ugly
When you're alone
My past proves
No one pays no mind to what's shown

They say women seem wicked
When you're unwanted
My truth is I've wasted
All the time allotted

Streets are uneven
When you are down
Seemingly impossible
To find solid ground

The strange
Have faces they hide in the rain
It's strange
Couldn't be bothered to remember my name

Are you strange?
Am I strange?
What is straaaaaange?

©2024
Valentin Eni Nov 2024
When yesterday aches to the point of tears,
And you don't know what tomorrow will bring,

When no one needs you,
And you need no one,

When life is just beginning,
And when life is already ending,

When you are alone at night,
When you are alone in broad daylight,

When you are still alone in a crowded room,

When it's too late to change anything,
And you can't turn back time,

When it's too late to stop,
But you can't go on,

When you can no longer forgive anyone,
And you no longer believe in anything,

When you are waiting for someone to come,
While someone else is waiting for you to leave,

When your tears have long since dried,
But the pain still lingers,

When you are no more...

It is because
Someone you love
Has forgotten you.
The poem talks about the deep loneliness and sadness when someone you care about forgets you. It describes feelings of being alone, even when surrounded by others, and the pain of being unable to move forward or change the past.

The repeated lines build a sense of hopelessness, leading to the realization that all these feelings come from being forgotten by someone you love.

It’s a heartbreaking reflection of how much love and connection mean to us and how their absence can leave us empty.
Odd Odyssey Poet Nov 2024
A, the solitary sentinel of the word alone –
A life that offers no change, even as I plead for a loan
A fractured rib from a heart weighed down, tell me what
bone can one pick against someone with a broken bone?

A day spent in the shadow of greener pastures, yet the rain
forgot to grace the grass a fugitive in the realm of love,
A criminal to the crime of love, steal a heart- still as one
adhering to the broken law.

A soul ensnared by the oppressive weight of their destitution – a
tempest of debts swirling in a perfect storm; lost in a cyclone
A, stands as the inaugural letter, forever the first to embrace
the chill of being alone.
Kristine Nov 2024
The coldest night air,  
No different from space around,  
Stars lost in the dark,  
Silent echoes fill the void,  
Where time and light drift away.
When Loneliness is your spouse,
You two can lounge around in the house,
Be bored, say nothing and just be still,
Don't interact, just kick back and mainly just chill.

There's no talking back, no nagging, no sound
The House is so still that there's no one around
The lonely sets in, its just you alone,
Being in SOLITUDE is what is now shown

No backtalkling, nagging or even arguments,
Just a quiet still calmness
that is heaven sent

There's nothing wrong
with ISOLATION,
To be by yourself and
have RESTORATION,
It allows you the time
to be with one's self
Recooperate yourself
minus everybody else

There's nothing wrong
with having guest, but after
they leave you settle and rest,

So, happy to see them,
but, now it's time for them to leave
You finally unwind, relax
and can breathe


B.R.
Date: 11/9/2024
This one just came to me, IDK what do you guys think???? I'm just letting the words flow. I think it sounds crazy!!!
Ceeba Nov 2024
I cried again last night,
I just hate doing that.
I hate how uncontrollably my tears fall,
How they just roll off my eyes, smash my pillow at free will,
While I try with all my might to not let the sounds of cry escape my lips.

I hate feeling so helpless,
I hate the dampness of my pillow in the morning,
I hate that I have to wake up before everyone else so I can fix my eyes,
I hate that I made this my norm.

Honestly I'm tired...
I'm tired of hiding my pain,
I'm tired of hiding my sadness,
I'm tired of hiding my anger,
I'm tired of hiding my breakdowns.

I don't want to be the strong one anymore.
No one checks up on the strong one.
I don't want to live under these assumptions of being a fighter,
I can't even hold up a fist.
I don't want to be dealt these cards anymore and be told to just make it work.

I'm tired,
I am so so tired.
I'm exhausted.
Just... depleted.
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