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#expressing
I dont even know how to express my words anymore their all just an endless blur im trying to escape
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Dec 15, 2025
Dec 15, 2025 at 10:41 AM UTC
Untitled
I was lost....... Lost in his eyes... which pull every atom of me like a blackhole. Lost in his presence... which feels like heaven, where time stands still. Lost in his arms.... the safest place I know. Lost in my thoughts.... where there is no him...
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Oct 28, 2025
Oct 28, 2025 at 8:22 AM UTC
Lost in love
The night is hidden in the clouds Waking up, with thoughts waiting to be heard. Tears fall down my face. The world is silent — yet the war in my mind is louder. The surroundings aren’t the same as before. No birds chirping. No noisy neighbors. No owls hooting. Nothing… but silence. Just you and your thoughts. Notes are ready to be filled, But the darkness holds you back. You can’t move. Thoughts fill the room, But your lips remain mute.
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Jul 5, 2025
Jul 5, 2025 at 5:02 PM UTC
3am thoughts
The bell rang, students are everywhere. Yet I stand out. From left to right, everybody has their own world. With a lack of speaking, I'm hopeless. Eating lunch alone, Talking alone, Tears held, face covered, Thoughts repeated. But regret filled me. I wished I hadn't transferred, but it was all my decision. I cant withdraw — but I can accept it.
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Jul 5, 2025
Jul 5, 2025 at 10:59 AM UTC
Transferee Student
As a child, I never understood the need for basic necessities. Strangely, even as a teenager, that understanding never came. Then one morning, everything changed—not because I craved a luxurious lifestyle. I never asked for that. Growing up, I always watched my mom earn every penny. So naturally, I started walking in her footsteps. But now, I find myself on the other side of the table. I’m the one in need. When you've always earned everything, asking for help feels harder than working endlessly. And now—I’m supposed to ask. The picture I had of myself at 16 never included asking for the bare minimum. And yet, here I am, staring at myself at my worst. Seeking help. Trying to understand the blurred lines between the bare minimum, basic needs, and luxury. Back then, talking about everyday chores was part of small talk. Now, finding someone willing to have that conversation feels impossible. I never knew growing up would mean lowering my standards—in food, shelter, clothing... even companionship. Being the elder daughter has always meant one thing: earn everything, ask for nothing. The strange part? Earning is still easier.
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May 17, 2025
May 17, 2025 at 1:15 PM UTC
Journey of Earning and Asking
“Nothing you do is awkward or corny or even cheesy at most everyone is brought to this earth to have a great time and expressing themselves to the fullest not to worry about the opinion of the person next to them” she told me with a warm smile I looked up at her for a second And then realized why I enjoyed her presence
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Oct 30, 2024
Oct 30, 2024 at 10:40 PM UTC
Your not awkward
WHAT HAPPENDS TO THE POET when he completes to tell the story ??? does he live eternally through the poetry he already wrote or does he vanish just like his words
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Mar 17, 2024
Mar 17, 2024 at 10:42 AM UTC
17-03-24
Logic isn't logic if it's forced down your throat! Which is exactly why logic can't protect itself against its own reasoning when forced to do something it's never to have been done ever before, since an idea's very conception!
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Jul 12, 2020
Jul 12, 2020 at 11:30 PM UTC
When logic isn't logic, anymore!
this hole in my chest sinks deeper and deeper I scream but my lips are sealed with a smile A laughter Reach in and see See what’s inside of me This hole in my chest
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Dec 16, 2019
Dec 16, 2019 at 3:00 PM UTC
Reach in
I was an outcast in school nobody liked me I had no friends noone to talk to noone to share my experiences with noone to understand me noone to learn from noone to help me I was alone and lonely and sad. Now, reflecting on my memories of my outcast loneliness I am relieved from my trauma by expressing to myself my lonely sadness as I’m doing in this poem, and reminding myself that my school-days are in the past and re-focusing on being in the present-moment and striving for my joy and happiness.
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Jul 30, 2019
Jul 30, 2019 at 10:14 PM UTC
Outcast?
When I am in pain I have discovered calmly introspecting gains me self-awareness of my pain, and helps me achieve acceptance of how the pain is happening; and then calmly expressing my pain in words enables further self-awareness of my pain, diminishes the psychological-energy of the pain, and helps me endure the pain calmly. Is it the same way for you?
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Jul 27, 2019
Jul 27, 2019 at 3:23 AM UTC
Pain?
Don't worry about me I'll be just fine you see I've felt this pain before Right down in my core Don't worry about me I'm as happy as can be Okay I lied but so what It's better than saying I'm not
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Jun 24, 2019
Jun 24, 2019 at 5:20 PM UTC
Don't worry about me
Feelings are like **** I tried to flush them, gin, Jack, *** but **** is **** and with enough liquid it doesn't sink. It comes to the surface.
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Feb 4, 2019
Feb 4, 2019 at 8:35 PM UTC
Feelings
I once heard one broken heart say to another broken heart that ''i wish we were not made of glass''.
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Sep 25, 2018
Sep 25, 2018 at 6:00 AM UTC
Glass
why do I get this feeling that maybe there's still something there but I also get a vibe from you that you don't want anything I'm so confused can you please just be straight up with me and not leave me feeling confused?
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Jul 6, 2018
Jul 6, 2018 at 11:36 AM UTC
Untitled
I fall apart when I take a couple sips can’t help to think how hurt I feel take one more to see if I can go into this different world of no feelings try to forget where I’m at the moment and just float away .Take a sip of *** cause I don’t like anything clear. Take another sip you can’t get near, thoughts running through my brain can’t control it but to fear always open up and break into tears
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Jun 11, 2018
Jun 11, 2018 at 2:13 AM UTC
In my cup