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i’ve been on happy pills
for half a year.
more often than not,
i feel like a buried seed,
twisted and tangled
in a graveyard of dreams,
yearning for the light
the darkness has taken from me.

like a river
carving through rock,
i do what’s expected:
show up,
go to the shops,
hydrate,
light candles,
wash my hair,
bake,
then exercise,
get up on a stage
where i pour
my feelings out.

i’m in recovery.

i don’t drink.
i’m pretty sure
i’ve tried everything.

yet, i feel like a canvas
stripped of colour,
a paintbrush,
bristles frayed,
dragging the last stroke
of a story
that i fear will end
before i reach
the last page.
this one is about probably needing a medication review.
Tu m’as montrée qui tu es
La chose la plus généreuse que tu n’as jamais pu me donner
Comme ça
J’ai su que je n’avais aucun autre choix
Autre que partir.
Bekah 2d
I am the draft in the hallway,
the door that never shuts quite right.
You step inside,
but the warmth slips away—
I cannot hold it.

I paint the walls in vibrant hues,
yet when I turn,
the colors are already fading,
peeling into cracks
I can never seal.

I fill the rooms with furniture,
trying to make this place ours,
but I drape them in white sheets,
leaving them to gather dust.

You open the windows wide,
and I pull the curtains closed.
You knock at the door,
and I cannot always let you in.

And sometimes I fear
I’ve trapped us in this hollow place,
when you deserve a home
and not these half-lived walls
between here and nowhere.

I wonder if one day
you’ll walk these empty halls
and decide not to return
because I never learned
how to make a house a home.
it ain't the same
remember your street
how colorful it was
almost like a yellow brick road
or a gingerbread house

your friends congregating for a game of 21
americana incarnate with illegal fireworks
and soggy doritos after swimming for hours

what's really so different
everyone becomes an adult eventually
I just hate different the birds sound
They don't even sing much anymore

Colors muted and sights replaced
brutalist and architecture meant to appease shareholders

Nostalgia and cynicism are best buddies
and I here I am...
misery comes in threes
why tf does a mcchicken cost 3.29?
Feep 2d
its not a poem, just a reminder I’m still here
Trying
Fighting
Not giving up
screaming for help
But i guess no one can hear me.
Zelda 2d
I buy serotonin  
from Amazon  
and return it, trembling—  
a beggar desperate  
to hear the dawn.  


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Written & Published: September 20, 2025
I find my generation incredibly blind.
Eyes fixed on small glowing glass,
forgetting about the endless beauty
of the world before us.

It is a generation of poison.

So I ask to be left with my flowers,
to stroll through botanical gardens.
Leave me with the song of a bird
and the conversations I hold
with the moon.
Leave me to sit beneath a willow tree
for hours, observing the world go by.

Let me write love letters for people
that I will never send,
and for places that touched my heart.

Let me long for a time that existed
before I did. For a time where
everything was real and alive.

A time when the world was
not ignored,
but witnessed.
Zelda 3d
thought i was better
days roll heavy on my chest
i’m alone again

say i'm too stressed
eating my teeth
the math isn't adding up
voices keep multiplying
say i should learn to relax
but you don't understand
i've never known the feeling

i was playing pretend
mind medicine overdose
listen, i was wrong
Written and published: September 20, 2025
Lucy 3d
Run
They say I should have butterflies
That we look good together
But inside of me a part dies
As I can't find a tether

Your affection bright and burning
Like the glow of evening fire
But instead of a warm feeling
I'm aflame upon a pyre

Your nicknames and texts
So sweet, full of care
But in my darkest depths
I despise every flare

I want love, yet it feels wrong
Boy run, before I break your heart
Questioning it all along
I'd tear both of us apart

I am broken, I am scarred
Run boy, run for the hills
I am damaged, forever marred
Run, while the bird still trills
Lucy 3d
Is it truly love
Or am I just desperate
Oh gods above
Give me some respite

Starved of affection
Searching for the signs
Hoping for connection
But it's just land mines

When I get the chance
A boy that cares for me
I'm afraid of romance
And I want to flee

Anxiousness and mood swings
A boy that could love me
But the darkness to me clings
And I'm so tired of me

Destined to make his heart break
Forever lonely, a venomous snake
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