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Acey Feb 3
Home, my home is not with family nor is my home with friends
My home is the wilderness where all my days are spent
The cool air blows making leaves turn and branches bend, a tree calls out to me
Large full of dull leaves high and mighty among the other saplings.

During the night i am reluctant to leave this tree for it gives me the comfort that i need
Something no other human can seem to give, this tree sturdy and lean not even the wind could break this tree nor storm or rain for it is my home at the end of the day.

When i come from school the tree is there waiting till i’m ready to play
There when i’m sick or sad this tree never fails to soak up my tears through the hard bark
I feel safe in it’s embrace
this tree i call home is on it’s last days the leaves falling bark withering and strong it is no more for winter has come and home gone
My heart breaks as i realize
The tree will no longer be there to wait for me at dawn.
I guess this poem is about finding comfort in places where people or your parents can't provide
a positive in the face of all this negative
maxx Jan 30
here’s what they never tell you:
to be loved,
you are supposed to be perfect.
smile wide.
never stutter.
keep your darkness tucked
behind your teeth.

but what if you show your cracks?
what if your scars scream louder
than your laugh?
what if your mind is a rainstorm
that never stops pouring?

will they run,
call you crazy,
lock the door,
swallow the key?

or —

and here’s the terrifying part —
will someone stay,
hands steady,
and say:
"i see you,
storm and all,
and i choose
to love you still?"

and if they do
how do you stay?
knowing that you are
worse than they can ever know.
based off of the song bad luck by noah kahan
Eternal Muse Jan 30
From the abyss where no light dares creep,
There lives a part of me, buried deep.
It rises in pain, when my heart’s torn apart,
A shadowy comfort for my fractured heart.

It whispers low, "I’ll keep you safe,
Far from a world that’s cruel and chafes."
It calls me closer, to fully reside,
In the solace found on the darker side.

I do not fear the shadows’ reign,
For their embrace dulls my lingering pain.
The demons, the ghosts, they stand as my guard,
Protecting the pieces of a soul left scarred.

When tears carved rivers in the dead of night,
They wove me tales of a shattered fight—

While others may claim their angels divine,
It’s my inner demons who’ve made me mine.
Once they haunted, now they console,
Bringing solace to my restless soul.

The darkness unveiled a brighter path,
A peace that came from its stormy wrath.
Grateful, I bow to the abyss within,
For in its depths, I’ve found where I begin.

                                    -Eternal Muse
maxx Jan 29
"you’re my second favorite,"
they said,
and i smiled,
like it didn’t carve
a jagged truth
into my chest.

i am the runner-up,
the consolation prize,
the one you call
when no one else picks up.

there is no space
in this world
for someone like me—
almost enough,
but never.
quite.

they say it doesn’t matter,
but why does it feel
like i’m disappearing?
always second place
Sun that smiles in summer,
waking you up.
Birds chirping their favorite song,
That you'll never forget.
The sound that you can never forget of the dogs barking widely,
on a dark summer night.
Ocean waves and the sound they make as they hit the shore.
Your feet in the bare hot sand,
Walking fast as you can.

Let them be at least a Reason To Stay
JR Jan 21
I remember feeling deep sadness.
One that clings to every limb, holding you down while you fight, fighting for one more chance, it was everything and nothing all at once, color didn’t exist, choirs didn’t sing, children didn’t laugh, it was everything and nothing all at once, dictators grabbed their power, an honest man told a lie, I tried to stop it but it was never the right time
I remember I was in my bed.
My phone was the window, the lights stayed off, there was no reason to live a life I couldn’t control, it was everything and nothing all at once, youth looked desperate, a disease without the cure, I asked a simple question “what am I supposed to be fighting for?”
It was everything and nothing
all
at
once
Bhavesh Shah Jan 19
When night bring back the memories

You can't even sleep

You go to the terrace to feel the wind breeze

You light a cigarette to burn the memories down

In failed attempt you stomp on the ashes on ground

For all you know the nights still haunts

But you love the burning heart that you want

~Bhavesh Shah
Koda Mueller Jan 13
Every day is a performance, a never ending act
I always must perform or people will attack
I've become nothing more than a fake
I've no idea how much more I can take
They've forced me to hide who I love, who I am-deep down inside
When all I've ever wanted is to embrace myself with pride
They force me to wear a mask
Every day, a constant task

“Be yourself, be independent” they say
Yet when I do, they always turn away
It shouldn't be like this, it isn't ******* fair
But who am I kidding, they don't ever care
The only time they care is when there's another suicide on TV
I worry I'll share that fate, just another statistic to be
I don't know where to go or what to do
So I'm crying for help, a message to you
Been feeling very stressed lately, so I decided to vent via poetry
Zelda Jan 12
Heavy
life is a heavy (wasted thing)
this year, no different—(i am
sludge,
the rotting bed

if only—)
can i just—pretend
i don’t exist?
Jan 12, 2025
I don't want to live anymore,
It hurts so bad I can't take it anymore.
I fight to survive,
for a life I don't want.
And I whelve on memories,
that I never had.
Somewhere in some other timeline,
I can feel happy without snorting a line.
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