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I know I'm not pretty,
I don't want your pity.
I know I'm not hot,
I know I don't mean a lot.

I know I'm not masculine,
Do I need discipline?
I know people say they care but do they?
I don't believe a word they say.

I know I should be happy,
I should be grateful for what I have.
I shouldn't feel sappy,
I should act brave.

Would the world care if I died?
Or would they think I went to hide?
Would they care if I wasn't here tomorrow?
Would they feel even an ounce of sorrow?

None of my friends get it;
They all think I'm throwing a fit.
They don't know what its like to feel replaceable,
I don't feel embraceable.

I wish they understood.
I wish I could talk about it with the people I care about,
But they make me feel more misunderstood.
They ignore how my mind constantly fills with doubt.

What do I do?
I don't have a single clue,
A single match in this never ending darkness,
Please give me a harness.
a story often starts
with dark stormy nights,
but you were my north star
peaking out so bright
my one and only, love and
a true light in the darkness
taking with you I'm just
laid bare with a starkness
I went to grab you from the
hole; to stop another's fall
no time to wonder if I'll
sacrifice it all.
I was lost in the darkness,
Feeling my around, blind,
Searching for a ray of light.
I hunted for freedom,
While the inky blackness
Tried to take hold,
And trap me in it's cold clutches.
The horror of fate
Sunk into me like poison,
As I surrendered to the pain of mind.
The night became apart of me,
The fluid that ran in my veins,
And controlled my pounding heart.
Midnight became my life force,
And I, it's humble abode.
Together we grew,
Feeding off of each other,
Nurturing ourselves in the others' existence.
As time passed,
I accepted this darkness as part of me,
And learned to love it with my whole heart,
It loved me back,
Reciprocation — the highest of compliments.
When I bled, it wept stars and the sky,
And it used up its vast eons of self
To make me whole.
When it shuddered, I screamed,
Feeling it's heartbreak,
Shatter me like a fragile light.
This darkness — this friend,
Was not the monster I thought it would be.
It was a kind stranger,
That offered me comfort,
And many ways to fix my pride.
This darkness took hold of me,
And taught me to love myself,
Because if I could find away,
To requite my own love,
Then the midnight inside would know,
It wasn't something to be feared.
Nightmares,
Are always just dreams reaching out,
From the blackness, in which they hide.
- C.c
I used to believe I wanted to be like water.
Water that melds into any shape.
Water that is relaxing and peaceful.
Water that, when given enough time, can cut through anything.
But now I realize I want to be like fire.
Fire that gives warmth and comfort.
Fire that burns fast, creating its own path.
Fire that gives light in total darkness,
Giving you an opportunity to find your way out.
Water is used.
Fire is untamable.
To all of the
homebodies
everywhere,
there's nothing
wrong with
staying home,
this cruel world
just don't care,
evilness, and strife
is certainly shown,
I'd rather be in
Solitude, and completely
all alone,
There is so
much darkness,
and malice
Today,
Please be safe,
Trust God,
and just
continue to Pray,
In stead of going out
Is in the house
I'd rather stay!!


B.R.
Date: 7/31/2025
Solaces Jul 30
At the edge of forgiveness.
The stars sing to my eyes.
Planets aligned.
And I forgive you.

Toward the tranquility haze.
Celestial Sapphire blooms.
Heavens daydream.
Arcadia reverie.

On light wings I blaze.
Outer planet and into the macrocosm
Into forever passed eternity.
And beyond the beyond.

I travel to the creator.
And observe the expanding canvas.
Void becomes darkness and light.
And Life and death.
Anonymous Jul 29
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It’s hardest when it’s quiet—
when there’s nothing left
to occupy my tired mind.

After the day has taken its toll,
and the bell has rung its last ’til ’morn,

I lie awake.
Struggling.
Fighting.
Failing.
Falling.
Dying.
Again.

Eve­ntually...
rising.

The morning bell tolls—
another chance to heal,
another chance to wound.

I will try.
I will fall.
I will rise.
Again.

Until that final day,
when the bell tolls for me.
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I hope this piece stirs thought or emotion- and reminds you of something. Best of luck in your war, reader.
Zeno Jul 28
Walking through the fabled night
of ancient skies and gray sidewalks
Stepping into the world
of hot humid June

When metals towered over the sky,
Like match sticks lined up above stones
the luminescent streets blazed
into the night

Those glasses that shimmered
bright lights and yellow fireworks,
Falling with gravity,
relishing in sweet air and downfall

The wind from a distant land
that caressed the trees,
their shadows dancing
on the streets

I saw you there in broad shadows
when I marched amidst silence
I have lost my path
to the night that has fallen

But in your eternal flames, I stood
knowing that I’m still here
Zirzilia Jul 28
Bring from the beyond

a stone
as proof

of existence,

that our bodies

remain in this

dimension.

Bring proof

that your soul,

having departed,

will return

on the morrow,

reborn
in a world

of a new body;

new homes

made of matter.

But

what if we

the struck
evolved from a bacterium;

the Big Bang theory,

Charles’s ape?

No soul remains after death,

we don’t even have one;

prayers fall silent,

hymns fade away,

monasteries

SILENCE.

Is it not frightening?

Does your heart not ache deep inside,
even if you say

you don’t believe in greatness,

somewhere within
you beg for forgiveness.

Prayer saves

from the darkness

of vanity.

Are heaven and soul
made of atoms?
Calestial Ink Jul 27
Oh my dark pain,
Won’t you let any cracks to beam?
You deprived free will from my happiness —
Now they wander like fugitives
In their own hometown.

Tiny crumbles of faith
Fear to cluster
Because of you.

Leave some seats for the light.
I’m shivering like a candle’s tiny flare
Alone in the night.

Tell the thunders to call a ceasefire,
Let the clouds calm down.
Don’t blow so hard—
Just breathe,
Stoke my fire up.

Face the truth:
This war
Will never end.
A plea from a soul trembling in war — asking the night to soften, the storm to pause, and the light to dare return.
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