Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
I’ve faded into the background.

But it was done so slowly, like salt dissolving in water,
That don’t notice my silent ghost.

I wonder if they think about the sunny person I used to be.

The weird rowdy kid who hung out with both the boys and the girls

The one who eagerly answered questions in class,
So much so that the teacher had to ban them from answering

The confident one who could lead
Without self doubt drowning them

Sometimes I wonder
If they think of me at all
I suppose I only have myself to blame
Dan R May 10
I have always love
the flame that you make—
a warmth that hums against my skin,

soft as whispered smoke,
kind enough
to forget it could burn.

The same kind you wield
around so desperately
toward those frozen far too long to thaw.

They were already
too deep in cold to ever feel
the love you were told

was not enough—by the people
who wore the skin of
the new generations of love.

I wanted to touch you,
but I cannot let you light so long.
not before—you turn into ashes.  

I wanted to light my own bones
and radiate the same kindness
you burn so bright

and glow the same
pinkish red of love
too tender for everyone else but you.
PoetTree May 6
I’ve always been unwanted..
Unseen
Always in the background watch the scene
It was supposed to be about me yet I was not seen
The look of unwanted isn’t something i haven’t seen
The words that were spoken to left me unwanted and unseen
I left so quickly so I wouldn’t be down
But I stayed close so others around me wouldn’t frown
The day was for me yet I put my needs aside as they went unseen
I stayed for you and I went for you
For you and for you because you are seen
I put my heart aside so your heart could be full
I watched from a distance still unseen
My emotions were all over the place
I was crashing
Everyone seen it but only one acted
Only one was by my side and helped me calm
I came back inside and tried to stay calm
Yet you didn’t see
Because I was unwanted and unseen
That’s always been my life
The girl in background
She didn’t have any lines
The days that were supposed to be about her they were turned into something that made her unseen and unwanted
Her anger was not of born
It grew with every ignore
Her heart burns with rage and her jaw hurts from grace
She plays her emotions as overreacting
Only so the ones close wouldn’t react
She still wants to be seen and wanted
But after tonight she knows she’s unseen and unwanted
Maryann I Apr 8
No one noticed when we slipped beneath the tide,
our bodies weightless, swaying slow,
the world above a distant hush—
only the hush, only the glow.

Seahorses curl like secrets in the deep,
golden spines bending with the waves,
we let the water braid our hands,
a quiet promise, softly saved.

The current hums a lullaby,
your voice dissolves into the blue,
I turn to you, you turn away—
what else is there for us to do?

No one noticed when the sky let go,
when salt became the air we breathed,
the ocean held us, gentle ghosts—
and never asked if we would leave.

I walk through the halls
like a forgotten ghost
everyone looks through me
like they can't see me
but to be honest
it's better if they don't see me
because when they do
the things they say
oh, the things they say
hurt like a knife to the chest
the pounding of my heart
spills the blood of anger
and seeping sadness
and splatters on the walls
Syafie R Mar 9
He never left a single note.
Just rings on wood, the scent of smoke.
A door unlocked a room left bare.
A ghost still sunken in the chair.

The bottle stood, its duty done.
A quiet war that no one won.
No cries for help, no last refrain.
Just heavy air and dried-up pain.

The world still turned the clocks still kept,
No one knew how hard he wept.
And when they asked they swore he laughed
Yet all he left was hollowed glass.
What is it like to BE UNPOPULAR?
Just LOOK AROUND, and you will see,
Everyone else is BEING NOTICED, but
For some reason, OVERLOOK ME!!

Am I really that DULL and BORING,
Am I that FEROCIOUS TO YOUR SIGHT,
Just because I'm FAT and PUDGY,
I'm not your FANTASY or your DELIGHT???

Is it REALLY, REALLY that IMPORTANT???
Referring to POPULARITY,
Being NOTICED, ADMIRED or ENVIED, and
I MEAN THAT FIGURATIVELY!!!!

Do you want me to be your ENTOURAGE!!
Follow you around and KISS YOUR A**???
Be a PAWN ON YOUR CHESSBOARD, or
walk away with DIGNITY AND CLASS!!!

SO, WHAT!!!, IF I'M NOT POPULAR,
Who's cares, IF I DON'T HAVE FRIENDS,
Who gives a hoot, IF NO ONE SEES ME,
cos, in the end, I STILL CAN WIN!!!!

So, GO ON WITH YOUR POPULARITY!!!
Your RICHES, your HAUTIESNESS and CHARITY,
Just to make it CLEAR WITH CLARITY!!!,
I accept myself:
MOST DEFINITELY!!!!!!


B.R.
Date: 3/1/2025
Speak, though the world may not yet hear,
Your voice a melody, unique, clear.
In the symphony of life, each note dear,
The universe listens, always near.
Lahar Dhundhara Aug 2024
As if I'm on a seashore of an island where no race of mine belongs,
away from farms of wilting tulips and prosaic's home.
Only elixir here beholds is solitude who bestow some care and let me bloom.

When on alien land I stumbled, drowned in seas of low self esteems,
It sailed my ship to epiphany ,
as if seeing reflection of phoenix inside of me.

This solitude is shells of untended breeze,
voyage of heart beyond its bleeds,
away from scars, safe at least,
building visage of brand new ship!!
Solitude is like silent uninhibited Iceland which is away from lands where hearts break (wilting tulips)  and where unromantic, dull, lifeless people live who due to their spiritless nature can not appreciate or approve the high and lively spirits of mine.
On this Iceland which basically represents isolation from others is a place where solitude is the only companion who care and love( in solitude we find ourselves and learn self love which eventually brings happiness)
Alien Land is where I wasn't comfortable, wasn't seen or  noticed, not appreciated, wasn't validated . So on alien land I broke down and lost self confidence , this lead me towards solitude.

When a person is in solitude he realises the importance of self satisfaction in whatever he do , that world can't see things the way he see them, (as they say," beauty lies in the eyes of beholder".) it is his confidence he needs .In solitude (here like a person) consoled me, and made me realise my worth and strengths.

This realisation fills a person with life with life and confidence. It rebuild ( and he rises from his ashes like pheonix).
This solitude is like shells of untended breeze - shells are beautiful remnants found on bay So here ,like shells found on abandoned bays we meet this solitude when we are abandoned, ignored etc etc .
And this solitude rebuild us in all the better ways.
Next page