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15 seconds of reels,
A huge burst of dopamine,
Chasing the same fleeting high,
Riding the endless wave of ups and downs.

2:00 a.m. at the bar,
Shouting into the night,
Lost in conversations with strangers,
While feeling disconnected from those close to us.

We drift through shadowed rooms,
Resting in separate corners,
Searching for a place that feels like home,
Wandering from one room to the next,
Where's home?

Home is monotonous,
We don't chase the comfort of home,
We linger, waiting for something more.

We fill our days with distractions,
Filling voids with temporary thrills,
In a constant quest for meaning.

As the night stretches on,
We wonder if the chase is worth the cost,
Screaming for genuine connection,
Beyond the transient highs and lows.

In the end, we seek a home not just in walls,
But in the quiet understanding,
The kind of peace that isn't found in the buzz.

Home is boring
We don't chase home
We stay there
Bobkin Jan 19
Prisoner within my own walls of blackened soul, heartless and afraid, impaled by dillusional thoughts of better reality and diseased judgment. Stalked by the beast of no hope
no tomorrow no yesterday not even today.... Shattered ideas, crumbled beyond compare...Death amused without doubt, juggling the cards of fate..dissolution in the cauldron of
faithless ambitions, misguided...Purpose to become something when nothing is the sum of absence through the eyes of one that understands....
No idea what i'm doing was my first thing to write
Koda Mueller Jan 13
I feel so alone, I feel nonstop confusion
Everyday I am spiraling, feeling like a nonstop delusion
I don’t know who I am anymore
There is a million different choices in life yet I can’t find the right door
I don’t know who I want to be
I want something that makes me feel like me

Do I want to be a teacher and educate our youth?
I feel forced into this position, no matter how hard I hide the truth
Do I want to be a writer and write stories that people will remember?
I love to write but it is not a dream that ignites like an ember
Do I want to be a photographer that takes photos people will cherish?
I feel like every photo I take is always doomed to perish
Do I want to design games that people will love to play
People tell me that my hobbies are only hobbies, no matter what I say
Do I want to teach English and help children learn to read and write?
I’m skilled at what I do yet I feel I fail when I try with all my might

I feel so alone and I don’t know what to do
I write out my feelings in some way to connect to you
I know nobody will read this but I have to get it out
People never seem to listen no matter how hard I shout
How do they expect me to choose when I am only 19
I have such a hard time, all I want is to be remembered and seen
Everyone else knows what they want to do
Yet I haven't a clue, I don’t know what is false and what is true
Been very confused in college as to what I want to do with my life, I've not a clue so I decided to word ***** my emotions in a poem that helps me cope
When abruptly, suddenly, and unexpectedly the day
Became the darkest night, countrymen and friends
We didn't know if we should run while saying hello
Farewell or goodbye. The earth was shaking until infinity
Incessantly like afternoon trains coming from countless
Directions. The hour was vital. We were searching for the gleam
Of a hope in order to escape from the supernatural snarl
Where thousands of lives have been lost. Material goods
Are not important, we see ourselves leaving as we
Came. We must recognize that money is futile and peace
Is the most precious thing that we need. The past
This is where stealthy, fleeting and volatile happiness resides
It's like the end of a world. Oh! Every being is useful.

The fault or the rift opened its big mouth to engulf babies
Adults, dogs, cats, houses, buildings and entire roads
That was the apocalypse, which was the end for thousands of citizens
That disappeared like smoke in the bewitched clouds
The trains were invisible but people had risen their hands
In the air, climbing vehicles without doors and tires. Heavy feet
Weighed ten times more than an elephant. We were going to
Unknown destinations. The dumbfounded and deafening cries were
Ubiquitous. Mother Earth was shaking. She shook like she was
About to sink into the sea where the ebb and flow landed
At the skirt of the curtain, where smoke and cloudiness met
Happy are those who have been saved and who live in peace
The earthquake is an infernal avatar that brings sorrow and regret
Haiti, our country has lost lovely people, dear little children
Due to the selfishness of avaricious rulers who are drowning in hypocrisy
We keep saying aloud: poor Haiti, impoverished country. Yet we don't stop crying
While wondering when the tears will cease dropping, melting away and exuding.

Copyright © January 10, 2021, Hébert Logerie, All Rights Reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
hsn Jan 7
as far as i can tell,
it's a waste of time
to give your heart
to people who will
crush it and leave it
to wane and wither
highschool romance is so confusing
B Dec 2024
I can feel myself going stale
paralyzing fear of failure
flooding out my blazing trail.
Face growing paler
forgetting to go outside
still and forsaken, lonely sailor
long gone with the tide.
My teachers used to say I am gifted
where is my prize?
Now I aspire for nothing
and it is no surprise.

Cutting down that giant fig tree
if I can't have it all
I will be nothing
wield my axe, wait for the fall
no one is bluffing.

and I want to know
how long can you stare at the sun
until you are blind?
How much do you give away
before you are considered kind?
I fear I am searching for something
I'm not sure I will ever find.
Adrea Dec 2024
Since the first day, you carved your place,
an ineffaceable mark, a gentle trace.
In my heart, you became someone,
not a dream, but a love outdone.

You became someone--my guiding light,
through darkest hours, through endless night.
Not perfect, no, but human true—
the you I need, forever, you.

Day by day, I searched for your face,
in others, in moments, in every place.
Your words spun like whispers in the air, anew,
“You’ll find me,” you said, “I’ll wait for you.”

Two paths diverged at a juncture,
Should I chase you, or wait for you?
Shadows of something cloud my mind, a future,
where we are together as one, as in two.

Five signs I’ve seen, too clear to ignore.
A month gone by, yet I feel you more.
I stand at the crossroads, scared, and lost.
If I betray them, I betray my lore,
but if I betray you, I betray my cost.

The world has nothing, my heart bleeds,
for the you I need, the love it feeds.
So, come to me, death, my dearest life,
the you I need to end this lasting strife.
DeVaughn Station Dec 2024
The teeth are brittle and break away.
Blood spills and leaves me…
Alone. It’s been getting worse since May.
Flowers that used to give me color, just remind me of Gray. The sea can’t grow,
no co-sign for my loans,
and tangents never helped me anyway.
The question of “Why?”, equaled ex’s that got eliminated, division from dimensions, so nothing Remains. I can’t integrate happiness into dysfunction, but my voices want to play. They’re constant and fill me with dismay. Help is so far away, it’s just another sign of my exponential decay.

He keeps feeling broken day by day.
This life isn’t a game but us demons keep giving him the play-by-play. The thoughts never go, they stay, drowning his stupid *** again and again until night turns day.
Pills and people are needed but unable to change his way. “Is it possible to substitute U?” He wasn’t needed anyway. He’s so ******* annoying, just call him Billie Kay. What’s the going price of a casket in this age and day? No one will notice him gone,
they couldn’t even say his name.
He appears most likely in Hell, it’s a praise day.
Nah we won’t even hurt him, he ain’t worth the flame.
Bit by bit he’s already done, with so much exponential decay.
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