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You used to be my best friend,
now its like i never existed.
You used to be my best friend,
now its like you never existed.

You ran when i needed you most
Thanks for the help dad
Do you sleep peacefully?
Is there any guilt or remorse when you think of me?

do you even realize
what you did to me
when the personal creator
who birthed me
Tragically departed the earth early
only two weeks after turning 18.
You were nowhere to been seen
searching for your teen.
Her heart she let open bleed
at that fateful scene.

But if you're wondering,
Im alve and occupied,
attempting to mend these shattered pieces of mine

How could you abandon
our bond and memories so easily
Didnt even say sorry,
you still don't try to get ahold of me.

a sweet young girl
taking on a new lonely world.
Youd be proud to know,
i conquered it great
with no supports and did what it takes
to adapt, grow up and outlast.
I've matured too fast.

i forgive as a daughter
but as a parent
i can never understand
you are not a man

I forgive as a daughter
but as a father
I will never understand
abandonment as your plan
thus forfeiting being a man.

Grieving you,
but your not dead.
Your lost in your head.
18 was supposed to be when my life started
not grieving a mother
and wondering what happened to my father

i will always wonder.
Its not fair to me, nor to the men i meet,
that i want them to fill the emptiness in me
that you could easily complete.

All you have do is call me.
Grieving someone who's not even dead,
is an enitrely differnt level of grief itself.

Thanks for the help dad
i try not to be mad
but knowing you choose
drugs over me
livng on the streets
makes me wonder why i'm not good enough.
You don't even have to give that up.
Just wish youd call and say what's up.

I will do me.
You do you.
Youll wish you stayed,
Once i can fully make peace with the truth
I can be the me
that was free
and full of life
before you disrupted my upbringing.

I will rise again
like the phoenix always does.
I saw
in the streets —
dead people
walking;
(tiptoeing...)
They’re
not deceased,
nor are they
alive.

I saw
in the streets —
that desperate
hustle;
(grinding...)
They’re
not hungry,
nor are they
satisfied.

I saw
in the streets —
the filthy rich
and the poor;
(begging...)
They’re
not affluent,
nor are they
the *******.

I watched,
and wondered —
am I
one of them
too?

I saw
in the streets —
the appetite
for more;
(hungry...)
They’re
not content,
nor are they
dissatisfied.

I saw
in the streets —
dead people
walking;
(tiptoeing...)
They’re
not deceased,
nor are they
alive.

No one’s
screaming,
but I still
hear the
sirens —
As they
pick up
the dead
people
walking.
This poem reflects on the emotional numbness and unrest in everyday life. The “dead people walking” are caught between being alive and dead—lost in a cycle of desperation, hunger, and disconnection. It’s a quiet look at society’s struggles and a call to reflect on our own place within it.
Adnan Hasan May 22
"O, you who march toward hell, embrace death—it is your only chance to escape alive.
Oh, you are oblivious to hope, beware—you stand on the brink of losing it forever.
Oh, you lingering at the edges of oblivion, existence is no game of hide-and-seek—find yourselves before you vanish.
You who arrive here know you are already among the departed. Calm your fears, for the worst has yet to come.
O, you who weep for the past, dry your tears. The past was once the present, but the future… the future will never be."
The loud, hollow siren of the ship's horn jolted the sleepy, port town.
She emerged out of the swirling mist like a star making a grand entrance. Only she wasn't a star but a ship that had been missing for the past hundred years...The Lost Ship of the Raving seas docks again after so many years after going extinct. I don't know how  but mysteriously the ship appears out of thin air as the sea mist sets and gives to it a very dark and Gloomy hue other dark seas giving to you chills up your spine. As the Cool air sets in, a frostbite of cold winds in the air, the lost souls of a forbidden ship, dwells within, This ship has History, many years ago, of the dark high seas, and all of the lost souls. The Lost Ship of the Raving seas is the only thing that has happened to the Real Ones that have been taking out of this forsaken world. They may have perished, but their Lost Souls still inherit and dwell upon this Lost Ship!!! 🛳 Legends say: you can still here their screaming souls!!!

B.R.
Date: 5/14/2025
Lalit Kumar Feb 28
I. Glass & Ghosts
Writing my name in a mirror of breath,
watching it vanish like I was never here.
Flesh remembers what time forgets,
but the winter smiles—
as if it knows something I don’t.

II. Streets & Scars
The city hums with untold stories,
where fathers are echoes
and lovers are lost in the fog.
Blind footsteps, heavy with fate,
scars rise like prayers in the wind.

III. Fire & Falling
Lungs filled with the weight of old wars,
teeth clenched against regret’s bite.
Stars don’t whisper,
they scream.
And some nights, I swear,
they burn just for me.

IV. Midnight & Memory
The river carries reflections of ghosts,
the moon is a silent witness.
Some things break quietly.
Some things burn forever.
Lalit Kumar Feb 28
Time drips slow like falling rain,
upon a heart weighed down with pain.
A thousand thoughts fill up my mind,
but no place left for peace to find.

By the sea, the wind still calls,
whispering stories through hollow halls.
Beneath the moon, beneath the sky,
I watch the stars and wonder why.

My soul is torn, yet still I smile,
walking cold and lost for miles.
The sun once warm, now barely light,
shadows stretch into the night.

I hold my breath, I close my eyes,
feel the fire where silence lies.
A single dream, a fleeting touch,
a whispered hope, but never much.

My hands still shake, my lips still burn,
for memories that won’t return.
The truth is heavy, life is loud,
the past is just a drifting cloud.

Yet in the dark, I still believe,
that something waits, beyond the grieve.
For even lost, we still remain—
a whisper carved into the rain.
EuphoricFlowers Jun 2021
I can only imagine the pain you have
All the signs and yet,
Everyone was oblivious
We pushed you so far away,
That there was no time for mending
Or goodbyes

I’m sure the thought of suicide
Has crossed your mind,
More than a thousand times.
So sickening to think…

I tried so hard to help you
In the many ways one could.
I never judged you…from the bottom of my heart, I love you.

I love a poor soul that is
Frail, Hurt, Alone
A soul that no Hospital could fix.
A soul I watch grow,
A soul that lost their way home
So sickening to think…

That we sleep peacefully at night
Knowing you’re maybe fine, maybe safe
So sickening to think…

Your birthday passed,
And no one blinked
While I was thinking of you all day
And hoped you got cake
So sickening to think…

I can’t sleep at night.

Flashbacks of your face.
Nathalie Hill Mar 2021
We are lost souls
tired of trying
tired of being alone.

We are lost souls
who want someone to save us
and looking something ; someone
to hold onto.
Gugulethu Jun 2020
I was fine

I was not fine

I was good

I was not good

Satan stirred the *** and I ate from it
Food that nourished my body
Yet poisoned my soul
It was dying
Gugulethu Jun 2020
"Excuse me officer, could you help me find my soul?"
"She went out last night and didn't come back home."

    We got into an argument before she left.
    She felt in my body she could no longer rest.
    So long I denied her the light she desired.
    She grew weak and hungry, she was tired.

"Excuse me officer, could you help me find my soul?"
"She went out last night and didn't come back home."
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