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Tat Jun 17
Anxiety tears at my heart,
it sickens my gut,
I leave this apart.

Bright picture in my mind,
it crept into my ears
so perfectly designed
to blend into the fears.
My teeth are gnashed in wrath
curse words are ringing loud
can't irreverse this path
but this is way I'm proud.

Breath in and out
anxiety just fades
feel softest ground
and all these darkest shades.
Through optics greet my target,
transform it’s brain to slush,
thick grass is like a carpet
I don't need all the rush.

Trajectory is known
I crawl away to dark
my scent's already blown
I leave no sign, no mark.
My shots between the heartbeat
I mix my breath to wind
reward for this is not sweet
they made me be that skilled.

I crawl, the plants are shaking -
assist from helping ghosts
You'll pay for what you're making
you'll never be the host.
One bullet, breath, ballista,
the vultures will have feast
They'll say that you resisted.
but who believes to beasts?

The peace throughout my body
it's way to fall asleep.
I have to work that stoutly
for freedom that we keep.
Ukrainian: Тривога шматує серце,
тривога нудить шлунок,
тривозі в мені не йметься:
взиваю на порятунок.
Тривога малює картини,
тривога залізла у вуха,
болем згинає спину,
свистом ріже по слуху.
Гнів вже зціплює зуби,
ненависть пише прокльони,
злістю стискаються губи,
думкою дзвоню у дзвони.
Вдих-видих, погляд на ноги:
тут мені треба спокій,
ще видих - стихає тривога
і я вже - безшумні кроки.
Мій погляд орлиний та хижий,
крізь оптику з ціллю вітаюсь,
ще рух і мозок твій - жижа,
за це на одрі не покаюсь.
Зповзаю я тихо подалі,
вони ж траєкторію взнають,
природа мене приховає -
даремно - вони повтікають.
Мій постріл між стуками серця,
а подих зрівняється з вітром,
молись, він тобі не озветься,
погасло для тебе вже світло.
Повзу, вітер зелень хитає -
це нам від землі допомога,
де я - ти ніколи не взнаєш,
я всюди, не клич про підмогу.
Ще подих, ще куля, баліста,
стервятникам буде свято,
я завжди працюю чисто,
я завжди працюю завзято.
Мій спокій розлився по тілу,
нарешті я зможу поспати
таке моє зараз діло -
між стуками медитувати.
Joshua Phelps Jun 13
like a car crash,
explosions fill
my head

emotional wreckage—
thoughts tangled
in dread

am i the problem?
or are they
projecting
instead?

i let go
of the wheel

just to
feel something—

go off the rails,
’cause sanity
feels surreal.

am i the problem?
or just
trapped in
my head?

because dealing
with this

is harder
than i ever
imagined.
inspired by Story of the Year’s “Take the Ride,”

this poem unpacks the moments when self-reflection spirals into self-blame.
it’s about losing control—mentally, emotionally—and wondering if the crash was your fault...

or if you were set up to break.

for anyone who's ever asked, "is it me?"

this one's for you.
Lance Remir Jun 12
The voices that I used to hate

That berated me, hated me

Filled me with doubt and fears

Depressing, anxious tones

A chorus made of a broken soul

At least those voices of mine

Tell me that they love me still

After what you've left me as
Que Jun 11
i dont like the feelings you give me
like discarded gifts with ripped wrapping paper,
a "sorry" and a promise for more later.
anger builds like a carpenter early in the morning
restructuring and stabilizing walls i put up
for people like you, and i knew but here i am.
always relying on the world outside myself
to lend a hand. and *******, can i breathe please?
suffocating on everything you think i should be
where's the spiritual audit?
where's karma?
where's the righteous accounting for being everything i said i was, for not doing the things you think i did, and for not dying.
no cameras to show how ****** up this all is,
no one to hold my hand tightly as they say what i really needed to hear two years ago:
NOT THIS ONE.
Bri Jun 10
Clouds gather,
Holding on tight
To your weak little lungs
And hurt little heart.

Suffocating,
Fast and strong-
Your ribs crack like a whip.

Pushed under pressure,
Breathing becomes a distant memory.

Rain leaks from your eyes,
Slipping softly down your cheeks.

Thunder sounds when you open your mouth.

The storm in your chest-
Overwhelming.

You are engulfed.
Your stomach writhes,
Yearning for release.

You reach the zenith of your pain.

The storm calms.
The wind slows.
The thunder fades.

Leaving a tranquil, serene place
In the midst of disaster.
Kalliope Jun 10
I was in it, then I wasn’t.
Days flew by, dragging as they passed.
Now, I’ll never get that time back.

At sixteen, I wished on stars for this age.
Now, I’d trade the world just to rewind.
Funny—how I lived for the future,
And now the past knots me ******* blind.

Rewriting days that came and went,
Haunted by words I never said.
I try to face forward, but my neck won’t budge—
Staring at my failures instead.

I’ve tried to live in the present,
Tried to make it feel like home.
But one foot’s anxiously in the future,
The other mourns the past all alone.

The past calls for my soul and my bones,
Every time I sneak back, it drags me down,
Reliving moments that leave my future more dull.

Everyone that cares is here in the now,
But I never stay for long—
I'm always time-jumping,
My fixation on past failures dragging me along.

The time-traveling woman—
Trying to perfect love,
never accepting what is,
Always trying to fix what was.
If I broke my time machine,
                          Do you think I'd stay put?
Kalliope Jun 10
I saw her as a martyr,
a victim by my side—
helpless, I thought,
unable to pull us from his tides.

I excused it—
how could she raise five kids alone?
I gave her my compassion,
placed my trust on her throne.

But now that I’m older,
the fog starts to lift—
She wasn’t just passive,
she CHOSE not to shift.

She wasn’t just broken,
she wielded these cracks,
a villain in silence,
he just launched the attacks.
We teach women to suffer quietly then tell our children it's love
i always thought,
the darkness fed on me.
hunted me, like prey.
made me weaker,
made me lose control.

i realise now —
darkness did nothing.
i did.

i offered myself up
on a plate,
walking paths
i'd already worn thin.
it’s all my fault.
it’s all on me.

what a freakish thing —
blaming my wrongdoings
on him.

if anything,
darkness is a mate
i owe an apology to.

i didn’t mean to bad-mouth you,
when you’re the only one
carrying me
on your back,
when i get deep,
dark blue.
this one is about realising, sometimes the enemy comes from within.
June 8, 2025
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