#athazagoraphobia - Hello Poetry

The Herd moves fast because the weather demands it, He knows that. A crowd can't wait for an untied shoelace. Time can't wait for you to leave your bed. The Herd can't wait, in fear of collisions. But what about Little Roebuck, left Behind in the wire that cuts and stings and slices and stabs Dragging Little Roebuck down. Left behind by The Herd it is a part of. The Roebuck is left behind so The Herd can survive, He knows that. The Herd is running towards salvation, not away from Little Roebuck's own. He knows The Herd must love Little Roebuck, and wishes to come back. Yet Little Roebuck is left in despair alone. Ultimately, The Herd cannot survive when Constantly looking backwards. Little Roebuck's abandonment is inevitable in this constant world. He knows all of this. Yet, as He watches the scene of Little Roebuck and The Herd, He can't help but see a likeness to Orpheus and Eurydice. Him and his love.

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3d ago

May 31, 2026 at 3:01 PM UTC

RosalinaHawkins

Orphic Absence

The Herd moves fast because the weather demands it, He knows that. A crowd can't wait for an untied shoelace. Time can't wait for you to leave your bed. The Herd can't wait, in fear of collisions. But what about Little Roebuck, left Behind in the wire that cuts and stings and slices and stabs Dragging Little Roebuck down. Left behind by The Herd it is a part of. The Roebuck is left behind so The Herd can survive, He knows that. The Herd is running towards salvation, not away from Little Roebuck's own. He knows The Herd must love Little Roebuck, and wishes to come back. Yet Little Roebuck is left in despair alone. Ultimately, The Herd cannot survive when Constantly looking backwards. Little Roebuck's abandonment is inevitable in this constant world. He knows all of this. Yet, as He watches the scene of Little Roebuck and The Herd, He can't help but see a likeness to Orpheus and Eurydice. Him and his love.

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today i woke up to a spirit. i opened my eyes to nothingness, but i could feel the warmth radiating off of the dip in the bed. at first i was dumbfounded where were you? could you be the spirit? and so i fell in l-o-v-e with it. wherever i go the spirit follows. i feel it hold my hand i feel it massage my shoulders i feel its l-o-v-e giving me subtle back hugs through my days seeing its blank pages and crestfallen words in a misted silhouette dripping invisible ink and cloudless skies it is not tall or short, nor boisterous or timid its l-o-v-e lives in hushed sighs thriving in times of need and want licking at insecurity and toeing the line between warm and unwelcome the spirit’s words fill the stillness replacing anything that was missing with a brand, NOT-MISSING, in bold red font sorting emotions into definitions and not feelings it plays lorde on tuesdays and falls asleep at three a.m. organizing my books alphabetically because everything must make sense things always needs to make sense It listens. the day you left i fell in l-o-v-e with a spirit. the embodiment of your memory the sweetness of its silence the comfort of an embrace i, reality, woke up today you, abstract, seep into crevices where you do not belong turning everything into meaningless greyscale poking out of my head and into my business into my life into my spirit that reeks of ink and dust as i choke and gag on the imaginary memories slurring on sour, dingy and desperate hidden behind my teeth. my spirit and i play mitski on fridays it doesn’t speak and it dare not sing along prodding at delusion, the spirit wipes my tears mouths that it will be here forever smiles that you are a future tense that the bed was always empty, and the warmth was my own heartbeat that my soul would not let me down so easily you left in a future tense where the bed is not empty, and i do not wonder of nothing where you will speak, and you will laugh, and you will play christmas songs in the middle of july rebranding everything missing NOT-MISSING to memories and once the spirit leaves me, too? at least i'll be prepared for the emptiness

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Dec 17, 2020

Dec 17, 2020 at 3:08 AM UTC

faux-jae

the day you left (expanded)

today i woke up to a spirit. i opened my eyes to nothingness, but i could feel the warmth radiating off of the dip in the bed. at first i was dumbfounded where were you? could you be the spirit? and so i fell in l-o-v-e with it. wherever i go the spirit follows. i feel it hold my hand i feel it massage my shoulders i feel its l-o-v-e giving me subtle back hugs through my days seeing its blank pages and crestfallen words in a misted silhouette dripping invisible ink and cloudless skies it is not tall or short, nor boisterous or timid its l-o-v-e lives in hushed sighs thriving in times of need and want licking at insecurity and toeing the line between warm and unwelcome the spirit’s words fill the stillness replacing anything that was missing with a brand, NOT-MISSING, in bold red font sorting emotions into definitions and not feelings it plays lorde on tuesdays and falls asleep at three a.m. organizing my books alphabetically because everything must make sense things always needs to make sense It listens. the day you left i fell in l-o-v-e with a spirit. the embodiment of your memory the sweetness of its silence the comfort of an embrace i, reality, woke up today you, abstract, seep into crevices where you do not belong turning everything into meaningless greyscale poking out of my head and into my business into my life into my spirit that reeks of ink and dust as i choke and gag on the imaginary memories slurring on sour, dingy and desperate hidden behind my teeth. my spirit and i play mitski on fridays it doesn’t speak and it dare not sing along prodding at delusion, the spirit wipes my tears mouths that it will be here forever smiles that you are a future tense that the bed was always empty, and the warmth was my own heartbeat that my soul would not let me down so easily you left in a future tense where the bed is not empty, and i do not wonder of nothing where you will speak, and you will laugh, and you will play christmas songs in the middle of july rebranding everything missing NOT-MISSING to memories and once the spirit leaves me, too? at least i'll be prepared for the emptiness

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today i woke up to a spirit. i opened my eyes to nothingness, but i could feel the warmth radiating off of the dip in the bed. at first i was dumbfounded where were you? could you be the spirit? and so i fell in l-o-v-e with it. wherever i go the spirit follows. i feel it hold my hand i feel it massage my shoulders i feel its l-o-v-e giving me subtle back hugs through my days the day you left i fell in l-o-v-e with a spirit. the embodiment of your memory the sweetness of its silence and if the spirit leaves me, too? at least i'll be prepared for the emptiness

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Nov 15, 2019

Nov 15, 2019 at 10:20 AM UTC

faux-jae

the day you left

today i woke up to a spirit. i opened my eyes to nothingness, but i could feel the warmth radiating off of the dip in the bed. at first i was dumbfounded where were you? could you be the spirit? and so i fell in l-o-v-e with it. wherever i go the spirit follows. i feel it hold my hand i feel it massage my shoulders i feel its l-o-v-e giving me subtle back hugs through my days the day you left i fell in l-o-v-e with a spirit. the embodiment of your memory the sweetness of its silence and if the spirit leaves me, too? at least i'll be prepared for the emptiness

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a legend. i was nothing but a legend i am a window tinted with uncertainties, a bedtime story falling unto deaf ears, the invisible ink that dried up a week after your ninth birthday a ghost hidden under blunt-cut bangs, i left the day it was decided i wasn't enough because i left a bad taste in your mouth rainbows are just an illusion and no one believes in fairy tales -- No one speaks to the dead. and so, the rooms go overturned, the ceramic shatters against the floor, the fable coming to a disastrous ****** there YOU stand in the eye of the storm in the belly of the beast you. see. ghosts. -- Suddenly, I draw in my first true breath in years.

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Nov 14, 2019

Nov 14, 2019 at 12:29 PM UTC

faux-jae

conversations with spirits

a legend. i was nothing but a legend i am a window tinted with uncertainties, a bedtime story falling unto deaf ears, the invisible ink that dried up a week after your ninth birthday a ghost hidden under blunt-cut bangs, i left the day it was decided i wasn't enough because i left a bad taste in your mouth rainbows are just an illusion and no one believes in fairy tales -- No one speaks to the dead. and so, the rooms go overturned, the ceramic shatters against the floor, the fable coming to a disastrous ****** there YOU stand in the eye of the storm in the belly of the beast you. see. ghosts. -- Suddenly, I draw in my first true breath in years.

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Forget me not— You've become the cotton in my ears, the smoke in my lungs, the tepid water that I'm drowning in Forget me not— You can't make a difference in someone's life, then leave without at least saying goodbye I just need a goodbye Forget me not— Sleepless nights and forgotten meals are my new lovers as of late, but I suppose we're quite familiar with each other already Forget me not— Why can't I make nothing of it? I was nothing for you We were nothing Forget me not— Forget me

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Apr 30, 2016

Apr 30, 2016 at 2:34 PM UTC

michmeesh

Obliviate

Forget me not— You've become the cotton in my ears, the smoke in my lungs, the tepid water that I'm drowning in Forget me not— You can't make a difference in someone's life, then leave without at least saying goodbye I just need a goodbye Forget me not— Sleepless nights and forgotten meals are my new lovers as of late, but I suppose we're quite familiar with each other already Forget me not— Why can't I make nothing of it? I was nothing for you We were nothing Forget me not— Forget me

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After you left it lasts for a week those pleaded and weep I've done everything to keep but still you left and now I am weak. No text, no call no you after all I think you've forgotten me I don't understand I've got this fear now that I cannot stand I am no longer open for companions, I don't even take everyone's opinions I don't talk I thought doubtly I think they'll just reject me. I don't even talk to who's not committed Cause I have this fear now of being rejected I am now sealed with this fear Be forgotten by a person eventhough I love for real.

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Jun 27, 2015

Jun 27, 2015 at 6:04 AM UTC

FrostEvergarden

Athazagoraphobia

After you left it lasts for a week those pleaded and weep I've done everything to keep but still you left and now I am weak. No text, no call no you after all I think you've forgotten me I don't understand I've got this fear now that I cannot stand I am no longer open for companions, I don't even take everyone's opinions I don't talk I thought doubtly I think they'll just reject me. I don't even talk to who's not committed Cause I have this fear now of being rejected I am now sealed with this fear Be forgotten by a person eventhough I love for real.

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