#despondent
…like a dull, ***** knife playing at a breathing ribcage. Filing down each individual bone until it creaks and cracks and crushes in, splitting the heart solely to match the state of this empty emotion.
The story still doesn't end.
Feb 18
Feb 18, 2026 at 2:32 PM UTC
for just a moment
while waiting
for my train
i managed to
convince myself
that this stage
of commuters
in waiting
smoking impatiently
eating hurriedly
chuntering incessantly
amidst the grey
on grey of concrete
cloud and chagrin
was as pleasant
as one of those
bustling plazas
of European cities
that tourists like
to take a moment
with a coffee
or something stronger
as they watch the locals
go about their day
i tried to enjoy it
all the same
watching these lives
intertwine unnoticed
until cigarette smoke
was blown my way
one too many times
and i headed instead
to wait on the platform
disappointed that
to anybody else
i would just look like
the rest of them
Oct 28, 2025
Oct 28, 2025 at 7:56 PM UTC
smile of an exuberant child,
drowning deep in the sea.
his loquacious nature backthen,
vanished like it never existed.
ove'thinkin is not so mild,
adulthood is the reason he riled.
Jun 8, 2025
Jun 8, 2025 at 6:05 AM UTC
So integral, this feeling
I can't make myself ignore it
The waves seep chill from off the wind
My thoughts, caught up in the current
I found the beauty in the lake
If only for a moment.
I ignored it for so long
But it's mine, just for a second
The calming wind over the lake
Caught in the skin of this horrid face
Scared and truly alone.
If I could only drift away...
Apr 25, 2019
Apr 25, 2019 at 12:58 AM UTC
If I was given a scroll and a feather pen to write about you, I'd need enough parchment to cover your street, so you could walk all over it while you walked away to the other one you love. I'd still find 999,999 reasons to love you and only one not to. I really hope he's not the one for you, I really would love to add that 'you love me too' to my list. Noah_arkenswagg
Nov 25, 2018
Nov 25, 2018 at 7:41 AM UTC
Stung by needles with golden hilts...and cut by shiny smiles. Memories, made from skin in the colour of scars, and then come the monster butterflies in my belly. Such is the feeling when the past comes back to haunt.Noah_arkenswagg
Sep 19, 2018
Sep 19, 2018 at 4:20 PM UTC
To sit and watch
Lost in a forest of thoughts
Some memories chirp and sing, others creak in the chill wind
Drifting effortlessly across the moss covered ground, wandering aimlessly through the suffocating underbrush
Shadows race across the ground; before long molten gold melts into the tree of my memories
Mechanical waves drown the songs of my birds, distant shouts replace the wind through the leaves
It’s dark
Go home
Sep 9, 2018
Sep 9, 2018 at 4:07 PM UTC
Am I abandoned?
Or did I leave?
Am I the pariah?
What am I?
Jun 14, 2018
Jun 14, 2018 at 2:50 PM UTC
After only a moment or two
I could feel the sparks
A sentiment that we shared
But not a fire
Your name came up in the end
She thought me a lair
When I denied that I knew you
She knew otherwise
She read the look in my eyes
Told me she loved me
But didn't want to be friends
She needed more
Filled with regret
Feeling abandoned
She turned her eyes to the sky
Blowing a kiss as she ascended
Here you are, just in time
Saved my life, I owe you mine
You're my girl, and I could never find
A soul better than you
I used to pine after her
Thought she could be mine
Every ounce of love I spent
Crafting the fantasy
Still, you came after me
Told me you loved me
Your arms beckoning
Say you still love me
Here you are, you never left
I can find myself in your eyes
No matter how far, I leave you behind
You come up behind me
The best of me
Squandered here with you
Hiding away in shadows
Your lips are fine
As quicksilver, you feed me lines
One at a time
Thought I saw a glimpse of something more
A pretty picture
But I had long since swallowed my pride
And you've sewn my lips closed
You're never out of sight
Forever, you'll be mine
Speak my name, and I'll
Come running back
Every time
Oct 26, 2017
Oct 26, 2017 at 11:57 PM UTC
You don't focus on yourself enough
...
You got problems man
Deal with them
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I can see plenty
I've got a good view from down here
Trust me on this, I can see the cliffs
The waves are empty
Who else could find me way down there?
And if I fell who would care?
This world is empty
This world is nothing if not scared
Of losing those with nothing left
My feet are swinging
In time with the beat above thin air
Just to remind myself, just how little I care
Imagination is a tool but not for long
Eventually the weak become the strong
And we pick it back up as the weapon it
Becomes
Something more that what we said we want
The dreams become real as we march ahead
Time to justify when their dead again
They had to go...
The night is empty
But the music's all around my head
It's a good ways down, but **** it, I'm not scared
My feet are swinging
In time with the beat above thin air
Just to remind myself, just how little I care
Sep 24, 2017
Sep 24, 2017 at 2:31 AM UTC
I feel like I am suffocating
There is a small hole
A tunnel to my memory
A place that is not empty
Some place where my breath takes me
A tunnel with no air at the end
But things I remember
Things I always will see
Eyes shut with mouth
I don't breathe here
I just see
Observe
Recall
Cry
There is no more but black now
Nothing but fear and paranoia
Speechless and despondent
I can't breathe;
Jul 11, 2016
Jul 11, 2016 at 7:11 PM UTC
*it's sadness that
drives me mad
the madness that
makes me sad
it's a sadness tears
can't explain
the sadness which as
a scar will also pain
it's one words can't
put into context
I just gotta live
under the pretext
of hope of the end
yet it's one
which never
ends...*
Jun 18, 2016
Jun 18, 2016 at 3:13 PM UTC
I lost the quintessence
of my rainbow beaded being
along with
the calligraphic indian feather pen.
The blood from my arteries
are replaced with black ink on paper.
The ingenuity of it all.
How much I despise it
the unoriginality ?
Not feeling me in my own words.
Mar 11, 2016
Mar 11, 2016 at 11:06 PM UTC
My sadness is like a refugee
seeking temporary recluse,
and then decides to make
my soul it’s permanent home.
ripping apart the belongings
of the subsequent owner,
goes by the name of happiness.
turning me to stone.
Dec 31, 2015
Dec 31, 2015 at 10:41 PM UTC
He had his vision
wouldn't listen
Mother sad
Father angry
He despised advice
discounted the price
Mother sad
Father angry
Shunned his closest friends
wouldn't make amends
Mother sad
Father angry
Finally he went
all arguments spent
Mother and Father despondent.
Jul 12, 2015
Jul 12, 2015 at 6:16 AM UTC
What do you see ?
When you shut your weary/gleamy eyes,
Do you see what I see ?
Do you see me ?
Do you see the person you used to be ?
Do you see the ghosts of all the people
who were a part of your insignificant life ?
What do you see ?
The light at the other end or
Oblivion.
Mar 28, 2015
Mar 28, 2015 at 1:34 AM UTC
last night you trespassed my dreams once again
it wasn’t your typical lovesick reverie of an infatuated young girl
of stargazing or romantic beach strolls
hand-holding or eskimo kisses
it was honest and simple and unconventional
and to anyone else it would’ve seemed far from memorable
for people tend to escape from reality at dusk
but that ordinary reality was okay with me in a dream
because it was an ordinary reality with you
and thats what made it special
but then, upon realising that, i woke up more despondent that i had fallen asleep.
Jan 28, 2015
Jan 28, 2015 at 1:51 PM UTC
the bright sun
shines and smiles
and the music of the wind
make dance the fallen leaves,
but my sombre heart sees naught
but malevolent heat
and swaying puppets
on strings of wind.
Nov 2, 2014
Nov 2, 2014 at 3:24 AM UTC
i'm one lost little girl
but maybe i'm in my place
you wouldn't know, wouldn't care
what's left behind this pretty face
and some people do
some people look at me
with such heartfelt love
and admiration
like i'm some angel
that's come from high above
but what about me?
what makes me so special?
what makes me nervous?
and, what, exactly, makes you think i will call?
i've fallen from grace,
can't you see?
i've terminated my soul
there's no brianna left to be
so **** off
but you won't
and i'll be who you want me to be
i'll live this life with you
until i don't
Aug 13, 2014
Aug 13, 2014 at 1:50 PM UTC
If I come home and find you gone
Then you can't say that I was wrong
I let you go, although it hurt
But you still treat me like I'm dirt
And I have pictures on the wall
Of all the things we used to do
And I'm still waiting for your call
Did those mean anything to you?
You left me
Standing there
Can't you see
I still care?
It's been a month, and I still can't sleep
I think I've fallen down too deep
Lying awake, staring at the floor
Waiting for you to walk through my door
And I had pictures on the wall
Of all the things we did before
Now I'm not waiting for your call
And they're all lying on the floor
Aug 1, 2014
Aug 1, 2014 at 6:00 PM UTC
Solitude, no pain more bitter nor sweet,
Clings, through heights adored and sorrows deep,
Forever with me alone and steep
Amongst mountains bright,
Yet black amongst valleys dry of blithe and light.
No fear unknown, no death afar,
Nor smile estranged, lucent as this star,
For I know no further bliss nor despair
As sable and as shines,
But no greater desire than for my
Life to forever mingle with thine.
Jul 5, 2014
Jul 5, 2014 at 7:44 PM UTC