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#ashamed
talk to the rivers about you the trees listen to my worries i feel most at peace with birds chirping i mention you to the snowflakes which lace my jacket i feel so ashamed and distracted come here and listen in my heart beats increasing come there and finish it slash my body down again i cannot keep clinging suspended, wavering i cannot contain it expression, savouring
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Jan 1
Jan 1, 2026 at 12:15 PM UTC
Nature Listens
You call my name with a tongue sharpened by hope, your smile refusing to fade leaving traces wherever you wander. I collapse to my knees, the weight of my shoulders crushing the marrow of me, yet you remain, hands steady, offering a tomorrow I never dared to touch. You hold a mirror to my soul, banishing the shadows that fasten themselves to every doubt I carry. You never ask for anything but the fragile currency of my time. How could your birth carve such a fault line through me? I am nothing but scars, echoes of yesterday repeated until they bleed. How can I accept your smile, when I see myself as waste, a husk, a ruin? Yet still, you gather my yesterdays and pledge them back to me, remade, as though even broken things can be worthy of light.
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Sep 6, 2025
Sep 6, 2025 at 11:42 PM UTC
Desired
She laughs at my jokes She holds my hand She likes my presence  She talks to me  She smiles at me She does all the things That you used to do She's a wonderful being  But I am a horrible person  Because I still wish it was you
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Aug 6, 2025
Aug 6, 2025 at 10:09 AM UTC
Horrible Person
I am ashamed to live today! There’s too much malodorous mud! I want to create, to win, to love! But how’s it possible? The evil’s crowned! I look out the window and see the sky. I go out the yard and hear the groan. It’s up in the air, ashamedly, clumsy. It understands that the final is known. I am ashamed for this crippled truth. The fact, that seemed like a nonsense yesterday, Is now a reality where we have to be. I don't want to live here! Just noway! Noway!
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Apr 24, 2025
Apr 24, 2025 at 4:28 PM UTC
I am ashamed!
If it’s only a joke why does it sting? If it’s only a joke why do you make it personal? A joke shouldn’t be something used as a hateful thing. Jokes are supposed to be something we can look back on and laugh at; Not be ashamed because we were made insecure by a few words. Make it make sense Jokes are supposed to be lighthearted and something for a laugh. Not to make people feel ashamed. “Oh! Remember when you started-“ It’s not a joke. We’re not laughing. But you are. It’s not a joke so stop saying it after an insult because it’s not a joke.
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Apr 3, 2025
Apr 3, 2025 at 10:48 PM UTC
“It’s only a joke”
and what did i become in a moment— not an entity i ever wanted to be. and don’t you understand i just don’t have it in myself anymore to mean nothing to those that mean everything to me. i became someone i hate i wait outside, on your porch, trying to trap light through my fingers. i wish no one had to love, had to tiptoe around themselves, had to transform into what they never wanted. i wish i never desired to be meaningful to others. the world would be much easier. i don’t feel understood, i just feel empty— like everyone else is living but i cannot fit the oxygen mask around my mouth in time. in a cruel world, i made myself the cruelest and how do i reconcile with that? what else can i give, offer up until there is just a shadow left? i don’t know who to be anymore and i just need to be guided, hand in hand. i’m young and the world has left me lost and i am nothing of what i’ve always wanted to be. i am nothing; i lose that feeling until it is back on my porch, trying to trap light through its fingers and i always let it in.
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Mar 20, 2025
Mar 20, 2025 at 9:35 PM UTC
transformation
Two weeks ago I met the most perfect boy. I decided to shoot my shot, and I made my ball in. Im not ready to truly say I love him, but I already know I do. I know because his cologne lingers in my hair, I know because I can ask him anything without feeling ashamed. I know because I don't even feel jealous. From the day that I saw him, I knew we had a connection. From the day that I saw him, I knew something had begun.
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Jan 28, 2025
Jan 28, 2025 at 12:39 AM UTC
Axel
Maybe my heart was born too small for the love it carries... That's why it shares it just to give itself breathing space
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Jan 13, 2025
Jan 13, 2025 at 4:10 AM UTC
Heart too small for the love it carries
don't blame me, it's not my fault. you're afraid of the decisions you have to make. you're obsessed with what isn't yours to take. you're tired of the confidence you have to fake. you're ashamed of the way that you break. stand in your place, and don't blame.
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Jul 24, 2021
Jul 24, 2021 at 4:19 AM UTC
don't blame me
I can still feel the way your arms wrapped around my waist as you hugged me in the kitchen looking down at me with the biggest smile on your face But- I can also recall the feeling of how cold it was when you pulled them away so your friends wouldn't see us. I wondered why you were ashamed of us But- now I realize that you were just scared of being in love.
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Aug 24, 2020
Aug 24, 2020 at 1:50 PM UTC
What a shame
I won't have you howl, "Gentle giant". They ask how, I stand, your let down.
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Jun 29, 2020
Jun 29, 2020 at 11:44 AM UTC
"Gentle Giant"
Ashamed as I was For where I was born Ashamed as I was For where I belonged Because everything here Was just so dark That the Ray of hope Never meet our faces. Ashamed as I was For everything here Because everything Far off is meant to be gold. Traditional is to be ashamed off. Westernise is to be proud off Because after all Everything that glitters from outside Has to contain a diamond inside
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Jun 25, 2020
Jun 25, 2020 at 2:45 AM UTC
Love for the Westernized
Don't look at your scars and be ashamed. Look at them as a reminder that you are strong, and that what you're going through will get better. Don't be ashamed of your scars, as they do not define you; things are sent to test us, to push us to our limits, but don't give up. Just remember whatever you're feeling now will soon be gone. Your worries will be lifted, and you'll be thankful that you got to see the sun rise another day.
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Jun 9, 2020
Jun 9, 2020 at 2:48 PM UTC
Don't be ashamed of your scars
I flew above the horizon Soar high with the eagles Flew up high to cross the great sea With my magnificent wings I joined the clouds on the skies I flapped and flapped tirelessly To reach the paradise On which I can almost see. The eagles gracefully flew over the mighty mountain They reached the other side They have entered their destination A beautiful paradise. It is my turn to ascend like them I charged, pushed myself higher But I lost my grace, I hit a tree I fell down to the dirt I tried to rise from the ground but I can't Tried all my might but my wings are broken I can no longer fly I can no longer land on paradise.
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Jun 2, 2020
Jun 2, 2020 at 11:24 AM UTC
Shattered Dream
I have been braver Fool ashamed to be frightened What shouldn't matter
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Apr 11, 2020
Apr 11, 2020 at 2:02 AM UTC
Frightened Fool (Haiku)
When you feel like crying, but no tears come out. That's nothing like what I'm feeling right now. I've sobbed for longer than I thought I could, And feel much worse than I thought I would. I feel so broken and so ashamed, I wish I could be whole again.
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Mar 21, 2020
Mar 21, 2020 at 4:45 PM UTC
Broken
i want to tattoo daisies and desires on the worn duvet of clouds on a mellow autumn day i might float home with the bees and ladybugs to stay dry and to build art that will never be seen
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Jan 10, 2020
Jan 10, 2020 at 6:54 PM UTC
5
These are wounds piled on my desk. They bleed for attention and ink. These are nameless, kept away from view. ******* children, of my quill. Urchins in rags, unkept and unfinished. They haunt my dwelling, as beggars do. They are dismembered, without proper structure. Perhaps faceless, void of identity. Give them names, would equate their freedom. Label them, and they shall see the sun. Or not, and leave them, as they are. Untitled.
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Dec 13, 2019
Dec 13, 2019 at 8:50 AM UTC
The Untitled
Maybe there’s something between us. A fire that we kindle but try to put out as if we are ashamed, Blinded by the light. But as that fire grows larger, It becomes harder to control. At some point, We must accept the warmth that the flames bring us.
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Nov 13, 2019
Nov 13, 2019 at 1:54 AM UTC
His name is ...