#autopilot
sometimes I’m an inspired wordslinger,
sometimes I’m crunching it, grinding them into oblivion,
but mostly, I’m on “auto-poet.”
Dec 20, 2025
Dec 20, 2025 at 12:00 AM UTC
Running on auto pilot -
wonder when it will give up,
and refuse to move.
Sep 17, 2025
Sep 17, 2025 at 1:21 AM UTC
i don’t remember when i stopped having control over my life
it’s probably when i said “it’s fine.”
when it wasn’t
now i ride along in the train, i call my mind
yellow seats forming
showcasing the fading joy i once felt
there’s also a red seat.
a concerning seat
a seat i never imagined myself sitting in
a seat that represents me, as a whole, diminishing away
where i had my own personality
my own style
my own feelings
my true and original self
a self that will never be seen again
Aug 18, 2025
Aug 18, 2025 at 10:31 AM UTC
A programmed robot;
Designed to be loved by all,
Never to love at all.
Jun 11, 2025
Jun 11, 2025 at 9:43 AM UTC
I don't want to stay
On autopilot anymore
I wanna go home with a
Bouquet of wild flowers
Cook your favorite meal
And dance with you to
A Chet Baker song on
Our balcony by the
Light of the stars
Dec 16, 2024
Dec 16, 2024 at 1:21 PM UTC
i have words inside of me
and i can’t say
any of them.
i don’t even know
what they are.
what happened to my voice?
it feels like it’s been a while
since i had something to say.
living underwater, living like a corpse.
i wake up and then go back to sleep
because “awake” is not “autopilot”.
why am i so tired?
Feb 21, 2024
Feb 21, 2024 at 3:17 PM UTC
A thousand chances I gave to you
Each one you carelessly broke
I called you my soulmate
Now that word just makes me choke
Why do I always fool myself
And believe your honeyed lies?
Falling for the next facade
Before the last tear even dries
Our love is a labor of loyalty
But I carry it's heavy weight
Despite how much it wears me out
Or slows down my wobbly gait
Which requires an impressive grip
So I don't drop you from my hands
When most would have given up by now
My tired frame continues to stand
Throughout misadventures
As seasons pass us by
I hold our relationship up
Even when you hardly try
Your absence is tearing me to shreds
Strangling me with misery
And the cuts all over my insides
Bleed out though no one can see
Since you abandoned ship
Feel older than ever before
Loneliness is aging me
From my surface to my core
Seeking refuge from the storm
Safe haven I can't seem to find
Cannot escape the sight of your face
You're everywhere I turn in my mind
But you have no comfort to offer
Except in dreams and memories
So I fill my reality with questions
Stuck in consecutive reveries
The coldest summer I've experienced yet
Though the sunshine is bright overhead
I am frozen straight through the bone
Even with somebody new in my bed
The beat in my chest sounds quieter now
My pulse slow and miniscule
Death would be easier than this I am sure
But I am not a coward
Only a fool
Running circles with my eyes tightly shut
Wasting away as time passes me by
Living life on autopilot
In a stupor
More like a zombie since you said goodbye
Jul 16, 2021
Jul 16, 2021 at 7:56 AM UTC
The time when,
The self-belief system is down
And you are running on autopilot,
Is the time to start asking some real questions.
Sep 7, 2020
Sep 7, 2020 at 12:08 AM UTC
I have become the subconscious
The background
I find myself moving long before thoughts of my actions arise
I am just the vessel
An automaton with no pilot
longing for the days when i could be in control
I am only instinct now
Primal
Days feel as if they pass me by in blinks
Maybe ill wake up soon
And be myself again
Mar 13, 2020
Mar 13, 2020 at 10:13 PM UTC
I turn it off
and lose control
DOWN
D O W N
D O W N
I go
Apr 24, 2019
Apr 24, 2019 at 9:24 AM UTC
I wake up.
I took two pills before I blacked
I forgot I did,
I'm on autopilot.
You might worry,
The circles around my eyes
are a tell-tale sign
I assure you I'm not fine.
I am not in control of my life
I'm living in strife
everyone I know has left me
You see,
You don't see
And that's the thing
I don't want you to see
But why doesn't anyone see?
Oct 17, 2018
Oct 17, 2018 at 7:15 PM UTC
no friends
no foes
no one to hear my woes
a drama queen at best
i tuck myself in and rest
i wake up the next day
i feel exactly the same way
a loner is what i am
so i press 'autopilot'
and try not to fight it
because it will all happen again
May 4, 2018
May 4, 2018 at 2:00 PM UTC
My face is a mask
I use to hide my feelings
No one ever sees the sadness
No one ever sees the pain
Cloak it all with just a grin
All my struggles
Tossed into this bottomless pit
I created to store unwanted feelings
A vessel on autopilot
Systematically completing my daily tasks
Fake smiles to the fake people
Tried to numb the bad
Now I don’t know good
No longer know the difference
Life is just plain.
Jan 4, 2018
Jan 4, 2018 at 5:02 AM UTC
Hypnosis
Comatose so close to death
Another dose of coldness swept away all my regret
Some die by the sword of vengeance, others by respect
I myself will die calm and ready, steadying my breath
Apr 14, 2016
Apr 14, 2016 at 7:18 PM UTC
I fly through life on autopilot
Do you think they'd ever realize?
I arrive and depart on time
The ground greets me no differently
With no knowledge of my vacancy
Calculation is a constant and lifeline
To connect me with my kind
Kind only in anatomy, general size,
The way we obey parallel lines.
Ground control, do you read me?
Jun 27, 2014
Jun 27, 2014 at 2:48 AM UTC
Where am I?
Who are you?
This place is familiar
Yet unfamiliar at the same time
My body acts differently
The words I say are not mine
Who is controlling me?
This is not who I am
The walls are closing in
And I can’t breathe
I am not in control
I am no longer me.
Apr 19, 2013
Apr 19, 2013 at 8:04 AM UTC