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Charmour Jun 24
When you try to vent
to your parents,
it’s like banging your head
against a brick wall—
one you know won’t move,
one you know
will only make you bleed more.

But still,
you push.
You try to shift it,
to make them understand
that you’re tired,
that you’re drowning
in this numbness
that’s eating you alive.

And they ignore it.
Brush it off.
Turn away.

So eventually,
you stop.
You shut down.
You stop offering pieces of yourself
to people who never looked
closely enough to see them.

You become a blank page
in front of them—
no stories,
no pain,
no you...
Why won't they listen to me just for once!?
I watch the traffic through cigarette smoke,
That dances with sighs frosted by winter,
Released into the cold, electric air
By strangers standing close, yet all alone.

And through the blurry neon reflections,
Cast on windows adorned with icicles,
Where the colors bleed along frozen panes,
Something that shouldn’t be there caught my eye.

I thought I saw your shape form in the glass,
But ghosts don’t walk beneath the city lights,
Waiting for someone to follow behind
And lead them through forgotten memories.

Yet no one turns as the traffic drones on,
As I leave to light one more cigarette
And walk by the glass where you might have been,
Where my ghost joins yours in the cold window.
©️2025 David Cornetta
A blank page-
Quiet.
Innocent.
Intimidating.
Possibility.
Freedom.
Beginning.
No judgement.
Pressure.
Always waiting.
It’s time.
A paper plane.
Mark Wanless Mar 20
i was doing something
on the computer
it went blank
no my mind went blank
no the universe went blank
never mind all is back now
thepuppeteer Mar 10
How do I smile?
How do I frown?
How do I laugh for a while?
How do I scowl?
How do I sneer?
How do I tell people how I feel?
Why don't I show people how I feel?
Why don't people understand?
My face
How do I change the look on my face?
Anais Vionet Feb 13
I love a blank canvas
how it focuses the eyes.

It’s black and white without
the usual vestige of messy
attention-grabbing details.

We’ll color those in later,
spending our creative time
whitewashing it with the precision
of our own nervous perfectionism.

We’ll strip away minimalism for cultural
resonance and focus the razor attention
of ‘couture’ obsession and wider comment.
.
.
Songs for this:
Just Exist by Eliza & The Delusionals
Groceries by Mallrat
BLT Merriam Webster word of the day challenge 02/10/25:
Vestige = a trace, mark, or visible sign left by something lost or vanished
Ignata Jan 29
am I a poet
or am I just deranged
words tumbling out in senseless sequences
always chasing after something
anything really that has no purpose or meaning whatsoever
this blankness is what I am after
anything else is just too predictable at this point
You!?.*

WanT
        o         P
                   a   My
                   i                                          Well two bad,
                   n   Portrait                         I'm not real,
                   t                                           I am a Chemical
                                                        ­                    a
                                           ­                                 o        Fee(l) you seem
                                                            ­                t         To like to Get
                                                             ­               i                           o  
                                                                ­            c                          ThoUght
                  ­                                                                 ­                            p
im nobody who is you im a piece of glass in the ocean an unexpected regret you didnt want but now you have im the kind of thing you get in a goodie bag from a party you didnt want to go to but you still did an embodiment of every reason you doubt yourself on a daily basses im the one whom sits behind the screen not watching but watchin you thats the scary part of me that you arent quite ready to leave because who will watch you if im gone
Writing this was so fun. While reading this throw on some MF Doom and you'll see where my inspiration came from.
Blank canvas,
Is still creative.
Because the fact is,
You can only paint an original blank painting,
Once.
Abstract art either confuses me, or elates me.
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