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Lena Sep 26
It started out as just myself
I floated around in the dark
empty spaces you call
your mind.
So many places to go,
but no one to share them with.

Suddenly something shook you,
It shook me too, but I felt something, someone new

We floated around just they and I,
Worlds and Ideas sprouted from their fingertips
The empty spaces became full of wondrous
places and peoples I had never seen before.
It was perfect, but something always felt wrong
You never spoke

You opened your mouth to respond but,
BAM
You were gone.
All but a memory in the void.

Sometimes I still hear you. I still see your face
There have been others, of course. New people,
new places,
new things.
How I wish I could still explore them with you.
because teenagers are the meanest people on the planet
because i wanna be like richard silken
was richard silken a loser in highschool?
surely he was
no poet escapes ridicule and most of us deserve what we get
because i’m angry and no one except my parents beleive me
because man up man up man up
because i want to throw my guts up onto the pavement
because everything is so beautiful but none of it is real
because i wanna be like richard silken
and take this anger and make it meaningful
anonymous Aug 14
a whisper
a roar
i create
i destroy
a ripple in a river
a rushing tsunami
i laugh
i cry
a flickering candle
a forest fire blaze
i am dead
i am alive
i
am
real?
he has viewed me as
a feathered dune
in the quiet desert.

as if my body
were to constantly pile
and brush away
in a romantic dance.

this wild,
yet golden,
landscape seems to be
a panorama of the summer deity.

I fear,
though,
he will push his
whisper upon me,
and I will erupt
in grains of misfortune...
blood poetry
She Writes May 2023
Life can be too much to bear
The weight of the world starts to wear

I am floating away
Drifting for another day

My mind - a distant land
A place I can't comprehend

It's as if I am watching from afar
A stranger to my own memoir

The world around me has lost its shape
Reality continues to escape

Wandering around; lost in a dream
Things are never quite as they seem
Alice Jan 2023
Each day I sit: numb hands, numb feet
Waiting for the autopilot to take my space
So I can fall asleep in the passenger seat
And wake up in a different place

Or even drift right past tomorrow
If I'm his hostage, he's my plague
Because the bumpy road he tolerates
Always rocks away my aches

My body is held by strings
And my eyes no longer blink
So I stay in the passenger seat
And keep choosing not to think
Ash Young Jan 2022
brainless shuffle
c r a w l i n g
nerveless

fog lifts.

tingling fingers
gut drop (you have one of those now)

look up,
knife to chest
the seasons passed without you.


and just like that you can mourn the end of love.
too bad it took you a year
i'm feeling it
the drift
a wedge
i'm draining
no one hears it,
an empty void
pure desolate silence
i don't want to stay
“nobody cares”
so why should i?
the idiosyncratic facade
fazing everyone
compressing everything within
yet i feel so hollow
Arya Noel Mar 2021
I've become so convincing in the role of myself,
I'm starting to believe it's actually me.
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