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Chari 4m
It’s this immensity
That drops on me
I’m about to lose my identity
It weighs on me too heavily

I could’ve lost it all
Anything but you
With this weight I fall
To the lowest low

You brought a smile to my face
A little savor to my life
It’s like I’ve been hit with a mace
My light was taking by a scythe

The distance brought us closer
The very same distance broke us
I think for myself no longer
And I know it ended without a fuss

I yearn for you
I think of you
I crave for you
I do love you

And now it’s over
I don’t know what to do
Emptiness my heart has fostered
Longing harvested

I feel lonely
Alone
Not abandoned
Just left alone

You are my partner
I mean “were”
A lifelong I envisioned
Maybe I let myself go



I dunno
Never in this world
I would ever wish to stay
Dreams and not the days
I wish I could stay forever in my dreams and fantasies.
ria 1d
do you exist?

in this realm,
in this time,
in this small blip of moments,

and if so,
how do i capture you?
hold you in my hands.
in my heart.
how do i seek you out?

when you’re nothing of our kind.
neither here nor there.
you’re simply smoke and mirrors.
nowhere, yet everywhere.

you’ve got no flesh and bones,
simply god made and grown.
you’ve got no fear, just quest,
a longing to roam.

are you even real?

or just an ache that I conceal?

if you are just fiction,
how do I conjure you
and keep you with conviction?

you’d be locked into my mind.
giving me endless daydreams,
yet consuming all my time.

then maybe i’d be lost
in your never ending shimmer.

my life and light would fade
in comparison
to a low flicker dimmer.

i would waste my decades decaying.
simple, stupid, and waiting.

i would turn down every suitor.
yet I would be an angry, seething,
lovelorn refuter

and if i can’t have you,
or sift my hands to grasp,
what will be the purpose?
and what heart of mine will last?
Inside my head, you'll see My reality, designed for you and me

A reality where we don't have to worry A reality where we can love each other A reality where we can be safe at last

In my reality, I'll keep you safe In my reality, I'll love you forever In my reality, I'll never hurt you

Run away from the false reality you find yourself in Run away from the reality where your choices don't matter Run away from the reality society wants you to be a part of

Inside My reality, you'll see Whoever you want me to be

A reality where I can make you happy A reality where I can finally embrace you A reality where I can get rid of your pain

In Our Reality, you'll always be free In Our Reality, you'll never run from me In Our Reality, you'll see

The life that was meant to be.
this was inspired by doki doki literature club and the player's relationship with monika during their time in the space room. monika after story (MAS) is especially fitting for this poem, considering she comes back from deletion and spends her time with the player.
Thanu 2d
Maybe her dress is a little wrinkled,
and her hair is always out of place…

Maybe she doesn't need to seek perfection,
to live her life with grace.

Maybe she gets a bit tired,
and her thoughts lose their speed…

Maybe she gives herself time,
to prioritize her basic needs.

Maybe her heart beats to a rhythm,
that only her wit can hear…

Maybe her strength lies in her softness,
and her courage in her tears.

Maybe some days,
she’s swallowed the sun in her smile…

And maybe other days,
she allows herself to fall apart for a while.

Maybe she knows,
of all the love life can give.

And maybe she knows,
that a life without love
is not one that has been lived.
****... think i healed myself with this one
They argue in threads they barely read,
Just dopamine and capslocked tweets.
No questions asked, no space to try —
PEOPLE READ, NOT TO UNDERSTAND BUT TO REPLY.
© Copyright 2025 - Limes Carma
When youth ran through me, ignorance kept me bright and happy. I loved living. I never felt the tight squeeze of my bubbled throat, when confrontation leaked darkness through my front door. I never shed a tear for the way I was wired - for the way I thought.

I never wanted to **** myself. Ever.

All these things, these hurtful things began too soon. I wasn't developed enough to figure my way out of this infinite crease, to blurt oceans of heavy, empty feelings I couldn't explain. My eyes faulted, and blurred whenever I'd look inside.

To find my charcoal heart.

I was struck too hard, too fast by reality.

While others walked joyously through blooming gardens. I would tread through a dark and claustrophobic hallway. I fear it's narrow depth, uneasy by the only path ahead.

I heard horrid buzzing sounds and consumingly loud thumps;

my heartbeats.

There was no light, only guidance by noise. When I'd trip on something, I'd cry and panic. Only, for it to be a thought.

I'd limp through a terrifying smell. Their smell, the smell of their confidence.

Or so I thought,

it was omnipresent in my life for years. Then, figuring out recently, the smell was my narcissistic thoughts, my insecurities, and the reason I am constantly folding the crease.

It sincerely is,
all my fault.
I thought I was the greatest,
in fact,
I am the lowest of them all.
The easiest book to decipher; translucent.
They knew me,
before I could find out for myself.
Written in 2021.
We are not depressed
Just ruined from traumas and bipolar disorders
Of fake relationship we being through
Our minds been panged  from divorces
The divorces we had experienced

We are not suicidal
But  society has give us a low road to death
Suicide rate rising
The youth deny the reality,
By taking drugs

We are not the saddest generation
But  depression,PTSD, suicide rates
Are just on  summit
We hide  the reality
This life  will live us if not change,
If our mental health remain terrible
silvervi Jul 15
I want to see who I really am, not who I thought I was because of my conditioning and history.
Tread lightly
as you walk through the summer of my dreams,
do not crush the grass
with the weight and banality of your reality
or bring cold facts which fall as rain
to shatter every fragrant bloom,
let me sit in peace,
safe within my flowered room,
I know beyond the wall
the world is calling harsh,
soon enough the gate will open,
but for now the bolt is holding
do not break it down,
or try to climb the fence
let me have my garden
in this place I am content
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