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Sometimes I don’t care if you’re listening
But I at least want to be heard
HANI Oct 12
just like forever, ignore me
just like forever, make me feel like a stupid person
just like forever, just like forever

just like forever, think that i’m not exist
just like forever, live your life without me
just like forever, just like forever.

just like forever, i’ll live my life, and you’ll live yours.
just like forever, i’ll be invisible.
just like forever, don’t bother to mind me.
just like forever, just like forever.
hi! i’m back from the dead. i’m not really good with pouring words into a poem, that’s why i don’t post much. so, this poem is about me. about me being stupid in front of everyone. and everyone looks down on me —or at least that’s what i’m thinking. i know, that’s not good, that’s not right. i know i have to think positive. i’ll try.
Kerli Tulva Oct 4
You swing the cradle
of your self-assurance
you attempt to avoid
unavoidable rawness.

You fear always anew
the invisible something
alive only in yourself
in the vastness of mind.

An unspoken parallel
draws diluted senses
closer to life's dwell
of essential existence.
Pyrrha Sep 21
I'm not good with hello's or goodbyes
because when you are someone as invisible
as a whisper on the wind
as the atoms in our skin
or a melody trapped within
there's no one waiting to greet you
and no one there to leave you

I'm just a cellophane wrapped scream
waiting to be heard,
waiting to be seen
That thin line is where
I want to be
Cut off between us two.
No matter how much we
change, this line will
always be.
Between motorized vehicles
the patter of shoes, old & new.
Spaced out between concrete plateaus and
painted highway lines.
The onlookers & passerbys
caught in the wind without second glance,
that thin line where I want to be
Can only be described as
Beside you.
Between the trees, beside the small lakes & birds
of your imagination,
That thin line where I end & you begin.
Our invisible bridge where my voice
tickles your ear & is miles long
That thin line that grasps your hand & mind.
No matter how much we change
this line will always be
& this line where we always meet
daycrow Sep 12
we’re alive, but we’re just passing time;
i know one day i’ll face the dawn
firm gaze, head on

we’re speaking now, but no one listens;
the clamor is the only home
i’ve ever known

we’ve slept for years, but no one stirs;
when i wake my throat will ache
but i speak, still

the sun will rise just to set once more;
i’ll risk life to die again
eyes blank, chin high
a prayer for change
Khadeja Sep 3
-hi!
hello.

(would you mind leaving? i'm trying to draw)

-are you an artist?
no, i simply show the dizzing sight that is reality.

(you seem to be ignoring me and what i say, i've noticed)

-why don't you ever draw nature scenes?
i can't catch the melodies of the wind.

(when will you listen to me? when will you hear me?)

-how are you so deep?
i'm not deep, i merely put up with the darkness within me.

(how come no one listens when i talk?)

-can we be friends?
truthfully, no. you can try, but you'll eventually leave me like all the others

(no one ever hears, now, do they? i suppose i should just leave it alone.)

-thats rude!
we're off to a great start, you already hate me, well done!

(you heard me?)

-who don't let anyone through your walls?
lone wolves don't get  b a c k s t a b b e d

(cities with the tallest walls don't get  b u r n t  down)

-why are you so negative?
all of my joy has been stolen by a liar or two

(the truth is a cynical beast, my dear)

-who hurt you?!
my own expectations and the despair that ultimately followed

i expected you to hear me
i expected you to see me
i'm growing tired of hearing myself say over and over again,
crying out for all the world to see my despair
yet no one hears a thing,

"does anyone see me?"
julianna Aug 21
I think I’m cool...
Some say I’m golden
But I really feel invisible.
I give,
But it feels more like it’s taken from me.
I need someone to see me,
Really see me.
See me for who I am,
My quirks,
My likes,
My favorite song and the way I dance when no one is looking.
Those closest to me feel “close enough”
So I need someone to cross the line
And become closest to me.
Once I’m warmed by them,
I might feel golden.
Nylee Aug 19
~~
all in the end
I'll always be unwelcome
whatever i contribute
I will remain invisible
this home won't accept me
but I still stuck around
trying so hard
~
~
hoping
in vain
one day
it will come
embrace me
~
~
I am leaving this place
but in my head
I cannot shake this feeling
that who would accept me
in the road ahead
I'd always be alone
walking through the forest
there is no one to call
my own
~
~
I reach the native land
it is by the sea
the waves do not reach me
the cool breeze skip over me
there is the absence of
the sun rays
~
~
but I am floating
in this helpless feeling
little more push
and I might just drown
~~
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