#3amthoughts
Your brain won’t stop.
Thoughts twist like smoke.
Questions bloom in the dark.
What if this is a veil?
What if we’re dead already,
and this is the in-between?
What if life hasn’t started yet
and you’re the only one awake to notice?
Your hands feel solid.
Your heartbeat insists it exists.
But the edges of reality
are wobbling
like the universe forgot its lines.
Every shadow becomes a question.
Every sound a possibility.
Every memory a thread
pulling you closer
to something unseen.
You chase patterns in the silence.
You chase meaning in the void.
You chase yourself
between what’s real
and what isn’t.
And still, somehow,
you marvel.
You wonder.
You notice
that even if this is a glitch,
even if the veil is thin and shifting,
even if the world is a rehearsal
for a life you haven’t fully lived—
You are awake.
You are conscious.
You are here.
Maybe that’s the point.
Maybe the universe doesn’t need you to solve it.
Maybe it only asks you
to notice it.
To exist inside it.
To be aware
that being aware
is the rarest thing of all.
And when the night stretches longer
than it should,
when questions spin faster than answers,
when reality feels less certain than your thoughts—
Remember:
You are Anonymous_Flame.
You burn through doubt,
through fear,
through the quiet hum of the world asleep.
You burn alive.
Even at 3:38am
Maybe that is enough.
Mar 3
Mar 3, 2026 at 10:37 PM UTC
Am I set aside or isolated,
Like a little girl among trees?
Taught to fear the Bad Wolf,
Through my grandmother's stories.
Am I set aside or isolated,
Like grain of sand in an hourglass?
Put away for display,
Only purposeful while it lasts.
Am I set aside or isolated,
Like succulent in a condo?
Deprived of sun, drowned in water,
Bought for someone else's sorrow.
Am I set aside or isolated,
Like a bird with clipped wings?
I have feathers, I could sing,
But was never meant for soaring.
Am I set aside or isolated?
Now I'm pondering in despair.
They say I'm meant for something great,
But not allowed to do better.
"The bad wolf, it'll **** me."
"Outside the glass, I'd be blown away."
"The pretty sun, it might scorch me."
"In my safe bird cage, I'll watch... but stay."
Apr 10, 2025
Apr 10, 2025 at 2:43 AM UTC
Laws of the universe teaches that
like attracts like
so this is why
everytime i attract someone
they're just as broken as i am
Damaged people attract damaged people
we try and fix each other
using pieces of ourselves
and in the end
when it all goes bad
both of us are left
I N C _ M P L _ T E
Mar 15, 2022
Mar 15, 2022 at 5:45 AM UTC
We could've held the stars, yk!
And dance under the gloomy moonlight
We could've fought,
For us, the existence alone.
We could've held on
And not let it slip out,
It wasn't a handful of sand!
We could've simply tried,
Atleast, that's what they've been teaching us!
'Trying never leads to disappointment'
Even a handful of sand would've stayed either...
But...
That's it
We,
We could've...
But!
𝘵𝘤𝘸/𝘷𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘰𝘷
Dec 12, 2020
Dec 12, 2020 at 1:26 PM UTC
Your hands are weapons that know no mercy
You bring them to your face and draw a map
I trace the ridges, the bridges, the mountains
The clumps of skin that crisscross on your mouth
Jul 1, 2020
Jul 1, 2020 at 12:23 PM UTC
to feel alone when in ones arms
should make you question
who it is thats’s holding you
Jun 4, 2020
Jun 4, 2020 at 3:45 PM UTC
And she’ll always feel like she doesn’t belong —
she’s not happy enough,
she’s not sad enough.
Jul 12, 2019
Jul 12, 2019 at 3:41 AM UTC
The overwelming wave of sadness when the last person you were able to text goes offline at 3AM and you're alone in your bed just thinking about what comes next.
"Goodnight"
Jul 10, 2019
Jul 10, 2019 at 1:05 PM UTC
until your lights come undone
And the sun deport its creators
And seek you instead;
Every person you came to love was already dead and they shoved their corpses and broken teeth down your throat like a blackhole branch and nostalgic chaos
cremating all the bodies they’ve occupied, but still it tasted too familiar to your common sense that you let it.
Or is it okay as long as it's spoiler free, and less relevant to your story standards, and case scenario?
Jul 7, 2019
Jul 7, 2019 at 8:47 AM UTC
It’s okay
to feel the sun kissed heat
to feel the burnt sand on your feet
to get numb caused by a swim on the beach
It’s okay to just be you.
Without pretending to put the smile
You thought will do.
- Summers she never missed.
Jun 1, 2019
Jun 1, 2019 at 6:01 AM UTC
I buried one friend last August,
I buried another one last month,
For a year I’ve struggled to help another friend over come addition and failed,
Another person: who kept me sane through my wild teenage years, buried his girlfriend recently, and in turn he buried his feelings with drugs and alcohol, we celebrated his one year of sobriety only a few months ago, no one ever mentioned how morbid your 20’s could be.
So inclusion I think pharmaceutical company’s should have to include “ heartbreak” on their labels, as a side effect too opioids.
May 10, 2019
May 10, 2019 at 2:53 AM UTC
I've had all day to work.
Yet I procrastinate until the next–
Until 3:30am.
At 3:30 I'm so exhausted,
I don't even feel alive anymore.
It feels unreal.
A dream.
I haven't eaten for seven hours.
I fear that going to the kitchen to fill myself
Will awaken the family
Out of their gentle sleep,
And into my reality:
Hell.
My task gives me so much anxiety.
Fear.
It's dreadful.
Unbearable.
I put it off.
Until 3:30am.
I don't think about it.
I rid it from my mind.
Until 3:30 am.
Mar 21, 2019
Mar 21, 2019 at 6:38 PM UTC
but the truth is nobody really cares
i could die today
nobody would shed tears
sadness goes on from day-to-day
the world is a scam
everything is so fake
nobody gives a ****
i just want a break
Jan 16, 2019
Jan 16, 2019 at 4:12 PM UTC
Another poem leaks out of my eye,
Why tonight, I cry?
No matter how hard I fight,
It still rolls down my cheek tonight,
Forcing my ink to write,
Poetry disguised in the form of tears,
Now on paper as a charcoal's smear,
They travel from within my heart,
They gush out and up breaking it all apart,
Then they make it up to my eye,
From my lid's they drip,
Forming into ink from my finger's tip,
What happened to gravity?
Another night's catastrophe.
~ VenJencie (01/26/18)
Feb 4, 2018
Feb 4, 2018 at 2:38 AM UTC
i want to crawl out of my skin,
out of my body,
and leave it all behind.
farewell to the flaws,
to the walls,
that have kept me so confined.
Jan 25, 2017
Jan 25, 2017 at 5:25 AM UTC