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Mark Wanless Sep 27
i want to talk to
nobody i want to think
to nobody
Unknown Feb 24
The smoke from putting out the candles

Reminds me once again how no one cares

How many years has it been with empty promises?



Being told repeatedly how much fun my birthday will be  

You’re getting older we should celebrate  

But when it comes down to it their empty words



It would be different if I didn’t see how much effort  

Goes into everyone else’s  

The smiles I see plastered by how excited they are



It makes me sick; I shouldn’t complain at least they remember

But do they?



I’m celebrated with a cake but who’s going to tell them  

That I’m not much for pastries  

They bought one so it should count for something  



Until you know how each year, I stay up to bake theirs  

One they’ll like

One they’ll enjoy



Here’s to me,  

Happy Birthday to little Miss Nobody
Still working on it a bit so it's a work in progress
Asominate Oct 2023
I'm going places
And nowhere good
Leaving the neighbourhood
Of blurry faces

I'm going places
Misunderstood
I would stay, if I could
I'm changing bases

A lonely path
Accompanied by me and myself
Let out a laugh
The past, they think know hell

I'm losing grasp
Spiralling straight into wonderland
Why didn't they hold my hand?

Topsy turvy
My perspectives change
I hurt me
Fuelled by the pain

Lurching, wandering,
Perching, pondering
On a cold, wet, porcelain throne

Mixing, blending
Fixing, mending
Aimless, I push on, all alone.
Asominate Oct 2023
Speakers distort static matter,
Is it real? Is it a dream?
There are vestiges that I'm after
And they crave nicotine.
I'm offered nicotine,
I've never felt so alone
I am nobody
And nobody's home
Nylee Sep 2023
I am just a nobody
to somebody
A nobody,
To almost everybody,
Anybody cares?
Vroom vroom

https://youtu.be/r8bkot-VVOM
newborn Jan 2022
u know i write for no one
not a single eye judges or plants bias into my
poetry or what i wish it could be
or how i want it to be perceived
i write for no one
not for my mother or the old lady at the grocery store
i write because if i don’t, i will bleed from the inside out
or throw up my guts and love that burning from the acids in my stomach
i write for no one
so nothing can phase me
i want criticism, i just don’t think i want to admit the genuine me
i will be fatigued by the corse fingernails digging beneath my skin
using me as a fix
i write for no one
because i write for me
without the pressure of a crowd or a community
it is me, the one singular being
i taste the residue of the tinted pages
and blow up like a puffer fish
while every rabbit of my emotional baggage
gets eaten by a snow fox
it’s at my fingertips
and i feel enough
i write for no one as i write to u
and that’s why it’s the most compelling thing to do
I don’t write for anyone
And no one can change that

1/10/22
Ziploc Bag Oct 2021
And yes, I am Someone.
By default, I have a few names,
Like:
Someone Is Knocking At The Door,
Someone will do that, or
Old People Need Someone To Talk To.  
But really I’m just Someone Else.
Who is Someone?
Zack Ripley Oct 2021
Nobody sees everything;
Some are blinded by the darkness
While others are blinded by the light.
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