#expressing
I
dont
even
know
how
to
express
my
words
anymore
their
all
just
an
endless
blur
im
trying
to
escape
Dec 15, 2025
Dec 15, 2025 at 10:41 AM UTC
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...
Oct 28, 2025
Oct 28, 2025 at 8:22 AM UTC
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.
Jul 5, 2025
Jul 5, 2025 at 5:02 PM UTC
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.
Jul 5, 2025
Jul 5, 2025 at 10:59 AM UTC
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.
May 17, 2025
May 17, 2025 at 1:15 PM UTC
“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
Oct 30, 2024
Oct 30, 2024 at 10:40 PM UTC
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
Mar 17, 2024
Mar 17, 2024 at 10:42 AM UTC
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!
Jul 12, 2020
Jul 12, 2020 at 11:30 PM UTC
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
Dec 16, 2019
Dec 16, 2019 at 3:00 PM UTC
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.
Jul 30, 2019
Jul 30, 2019 at 10:14 PM UTC
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?
Jul 27, 2019
Jul 27, 2019 at 3:23 AM UTC
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
Jun 24, 2019
Jun 24, 2019 at 5:20 PM UTC
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.
Feb 4, 2019
Feb 4, 2019 at 8:35 PM UTC
I once heard one broken heart say to another broken heart that ''i wish we were not made of glass''.
Sep 25, 2018
Sep 25, 2018 at 6:00 AM UTC
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?
Jul 6, 2018
Jul 6, 2018 at 11:36 AM UTC
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
Jun 11, 2018
Jun 11, 2018 at 2:13 AM UTC