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Jeremy Betts Jan 1
It's twelve something in the morning
A vague block of time past
The empty celebration
I meander outside
Hopelessly alone,
Just me and a cigarette
And when it burns out,
No longer lit
I'll then yell and scream
Louder than I can
Untill my voice gives up on me too
Finally leaving me
And I can no longer
Even call upon a whisper
As I make the biggest decision of my life...
...at least up to this point...
To go solo for what's left of this venture
Where I hope to discover
Me
The entity
That I've heard called Jeremy

©2025
noise
the piercing screams of little children
"no no no!"
i dont want a shot
screaming crying help
but nothing shows
trying to stop the noise from
consuming you as it creeps in
with tendrils made of
every
          little
                  noise
that you have ever or will ever make
but now
you're silent
as you war in your head
clutching your knees wishing you
couldn't hear plugging your ears its too much
its too much its too much its too much
its so hard to breath or move or do anything at all
because everything makes a sound and theres already
                                             plenty
                                              much
                                                of
                                               that
noise
Hannah Willker Dec 2024
I blame the chemicals
Rome wents up in flames
Sometimes I wish I weren’t the one to say
That is just my mind
That’s not who I am
To quiet when it dies
To loud when people scream
I see them reach for me

I beg you on my knees to stay
That’s all I seem to do these days
As if your shadow would be mine
You say
“That’s the curse of a loud mind”

I wish it weren’t mortal truth
In my head I’d give it up for you
I’d loose the crown, the chaos and the pain
And I’d dance, I’d dance right in those flames

You’d blow them out
Just one by one
And in your hand a loaded gun
“Peace always needed people dead”
And you’d lift it to the emperors head
For as long as I can remember I was in love with art and history. 'The fire of rome' a painting from Hubert Robert inspired this poem as well as the whole historical event. Natures catastrophes and history are both destructive things the human race cannot seem to escape. Just as we seem to be stuck in cycles of thoughts and bad habits and sometimes love can lend a hand.
Icarus Dec 2024
consumed

Let me make you whole again.
Let my blood quench your thirst and my flesh fulfill your hunger.
Let me be part of you.

Become something other than
Something greater than
Myself.

Peal my exterior and strip me of my identity,
For I am nothing if not helpful.
Willing.
Selfless.

I must be those things because if I am not,
Who will ******* soul?
Who will find me desirable?

What am I if not consumed?
Jeremy Betts Dec 2024
"How can she be so awful
Then walk around almost proud?"
I say to myself but out loud
While the only thing around
Is this lingering black cloud
So did I even make a sound?

©2024
fish-sama Dec 2024
The faint patters of a marimba
greets your entrance, my love,
harmonics strung behind
silken curtains of muted chords
and
all is quiet but deafening in the beating of my heart.
Kalliope Dec 2024
Do I go crazy or have I always been here?
Chaos is the comfort, the peace causes panic
None of it makes sense,
Could I be going manic?
I'm craving a quiet mind,
No thoughts, no racing to save the day, But when I find that comfort?
My insides are in complete disarray
And do you think I'm crazy?
Have I ever been okay?
I guess it doesn't matter,
I'll do something crazy either way
Emery Feine Sep 2024
I wish I was silent.
Your words wouldn't be so violent
I'll stop seeing red, but a pastel violet
I just wish that I was quiet

I wish I wasn't so loud.
Maybe then you'd be proud
My words wouldn't draw a crowd
If I wished I didn't speak out loud

I wish I didn't always overshare
Spilling embarrassing secrets just so you'd care
So maybe one day I'll finally be aware
And I wish I didn't have to feel this despair

I just wish I wasn't ignored
But I didn't want myself to just be stored
And so that's when I poured and poured
I just wish I could get my reward.

I wish my mouth was sewn shut.
I could walk normally, instead of strut
Thanks for all your punches in the gut
I just wish I stopped talking, and so what?
this was my 29th poem, written on 9/21/23. not my fav.. "I see red" ahh
Karma Oct 2024
Sheep fill my thoughts
To the brim
When I find it hard to sleep.
I wake, I sow,
And even so,
I know not what I reap.
And in the day
My mind is clear
Of wooly creatures’ endless graze.
For in my wake
I lose my fear
Within a sea slug's haze.
Faryal Sep 2024
quite chamomile and loud simmering

Here’s the tea,

Surrounding yourself around chaos but yet you pray for calmness
but when life becomes free of turmoil where does all that fun go?

preparing to hit the trigger for their next target
but hey please don’t point that trigger at me tho

Preaching about being kind but when are you going to show that
kindness to me tho?

Being the target for someones truth or dare games because I was seen as “ugly”

When your value is based on only being able to answer:
“what’s the farthest you’ve gone with a guy, 1st base, 2nd base or 3rd” because wow I didn’t know this was a game of baseball

I think I need some alcohol living just stings a little, but hey don’t forget the isopropyl for the wounds ey

Heartbreaks over little breaks but hey you win some and you lose some
Except I think I lost, the biggest heartbreak was the one where I broke my own, not the heartbreaks that people put me through

I hear the blues playing, I grew learning to fear myself, but how do I just be myself?

Is the silence too loud for you or do you need the loudness to be silenced?
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