#fainting - Hello Poetry

The open window lets the night in. A fevered body lies on cold bathroom tiles. Something breaks inside the ribs. Images flicker behind the eyelids. Pain: there, without a body here, sweat on the skin. Consciousness wants to be in this body with this nausea, a ringing hum. Mouth catches breath learning the weight of flesh. Reality comes back in waves soothed by fainting cut off from the world before the spirit slips away like a startled bird into something without a frame.

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Apr 3

Apr 3, 2026 at 2:40 PM UTC

Agnes-de-Lodz

Fainting

The open window lets the night in. A fevered body lies on cold bathroom tiles. Something breaks inside the ribs. Images flicker behind the eyelids. Pain: there, without a body here, sweat on the skin. Consciousness wants to be in this body with this nausea, a ringing hum. Mouth catches breath learning the weight of flesh. Reality comes back in waves soothed by fainting cut off from the world before the spirit slips away like a startled bird into something without a frame.

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No one notices too much about me Ever Until yesterday No one knew i haven’t eaten in a good 4 days That was until I was heading out the bathroom No one notices until your trying to get back to class But you feel like your in 2nd grade again Where your eyes are shut and there dragging you around But this time there’s nobody holding your hand Nobody notices until your face is vampire white And your breaths are heavy And your sweating Nobody notices until your hobbling around Crashing into walls and walls Crying for someone You collapse Then she finds you She tells you to sit against the wall and breathe Your vision still black from fainting you don’t know who she is She tells you to sit against the wall and”drink some water” But you can’t direct where the water bottle is She calls 2 more teachers to go to my teacher and tell him Then the nurse comes Nobody notices how bad your eating disorder is till she asks “Did you have breakfast this morning sweetie?” You shake your head in fear “Dinner?” You shake it again Your glad she dosent ask further but still She knows She rolls up your sleeve and in the moment your cuts on your arms Don’t matter at all With the sphygmomanometer she squeezes and squeezes And your tears won’t stop falling You think when you’ll be okay again And why this had to happen at school Who’s gonna know and who’s gonna tell? She checks and your blood pressures too low Your blood sugar is too low Your heart rate is too low They never notice until all the signs show up Right in front of there face And you just can’t deny them She tries to give me juice but I can barley sip it Then Applesauce but I can barley eat it They help me up But my heads still spinning Fingers are still shaking Vision is still blurry So they bring up the wheelchair No one notices how bad it really is Till they see a girl sobbing In a wheelchair From passing out About 1/3 of my grade is downstairs Right across from the nurses office They stare at you Some in confusion, some in worry, and some in laughter You hate this feeling when will it ever end The pain is endless and you just want to be in bed You just want to hear the sound of her voice You just want a hug You don’t want the teacher holding your hand You want your dad to pick you up But of course was I his first priority? No Of course he had a work meeting So I, passed out, in pain, nauseous, throwing up, dying Had to wait about a period for him to come He comes and he looks at me like I’ve done something wrong Once I get in the car he dosent meet eyes with me “Why didn’t you have breakfast this morning?” You fumble “Because- because there was no food in the house” No one notices how bad it’s gotten till your in the car heading home From fainting in school “You should be lucky I picked you up, im late for another call” You fumble “Im- im really sorry” The drive home is quiet And nobody really notices until your home Their at lunch Im gone from all the periods before And you get the text “Hey you okay?” You debate what to say “yea I just fainted im alr tho” you wait a minute you know shes gonna tell you something “Well there’s sorta a rumor about you…” you freeze You were hobbling like a drunk girl You fainted in the hallway You were sobbing in a wheelchair Going to the nurses office Of course some ***** had to make a rumor “Well im pretty sure they said something about you… Being anorexic” No one notices how bad it’s gotten Till there’s a rumor About you, yes you Being anorexic And now the whole school knows. Now people notice yes? But do people care?

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Mar 12

Mar 12, 2026 at 8:56 AM UTC

giarose

No one notices

No one notices too much about me Ever Until yesterday No one knew i haven’t eaten in a good 4 days That was until I was heading out the bathroom No one notices until your trying to get back to class But you feel like your in 2nd grade again Where your eyes are shut and there dragging you around But this time there’s nobody holding your hand Nobody notices until your face is vampire white And your breaths are heavy And your sweating Nobody notices until your hobbling around Crashing into walls and walls Crying for someone You collapse Then she finds you She tells you to sit against the wall and breathe Your vision still black from fainting you don’t know who she is She tells you to sit against the wall and”drink some water” But you can’t direct where the water bottle is She calls 2 more teachers to go to my teacher and tell him Then the nurse comes Nobody notices how bad your eating disorder is till she asks “Did you have breakfast this morning sweetie?” You shake your head in fear “Dinner?” You shake it again Your glad she dosent ask further but still She knows She rolls up your sleeve and in the moment your cuts on your arms Don’t matter at all With the sphygmomanometer she squeezes and squeezes And your tears won’t stop falling You think when you’ll be okay again And why this had to happen at school Who’s gonna know and who’s gonna tell? She checks and your blood pressures too low Your blood sugar is too low Your heart rate is too low They never notice until all the signs show up Right in front of there face And you just can’t deny them She tries to give me juice but I can barley sip it Then Applesauce but I can barley eat it They help me up But my heads still spinning Fingers are still shaking Vision is still blurry So they bring up the wheelchair No one notices how bad it really is Till they see a girl sobbing In a wheelchair From passing out About 1/3 of my grade is downstairs Right across from the nurses office They stare at you Some in confusion, some in worry, and some in laughter You hate this feeling when will it ever end The pain is endless and you just want to be in bed You just want to hear the sound of her voice You just want a hug You don’t want the teacher holding your hand You want your dad to pick you up But of course was I his first priority? No Of course he had a work meeting So I, passed out, in pain, nauseous, throwing up, dying Had to wait about a period for him to come He comes and he looks at me like I’ve done something wrong Once I get in the car he dosent meet eyes with me “Why didn’t you have breakfast this morning?” You fumble “Because- because there was no food in the house” No one notices how bad it’s gotten till your in the car heading home From fainting in school “You should be lucky I picked you up, im late for another call” You fumble “Im- im really sorry” The drive home is quiet And nobody really notices until your home Their at lunch Im gone from all the periods before And you get the text “Hey you okay?” You debate what to say “yea I just fainted im alr tho” you wait a minute you know shes gonna tell you something “Well there’s sorta a rumor about you…” you freeze You were hobbling like a drunk girl You fainted in the hallway You were sobbing in a wheelchair Going to the nurses office Of course some ***** had to make a rumor “Well im pretty sure they said something about you… Being anorexic” No one notices how bad it’s gotten Till there’s a rumor About you, yes you Being anorexic And now the whole school knows. Now people notice yes? But do people care?

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My wife sent me down to the store She said buy this and not one thing more I returned having spent At least two months rent Now my wife is passed out in the floor

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Jan 2

Jan 2, 2026 at 8:34 PM UTC

roger-turner

Shopping

My wife sent me down to the store She said buy this and not one thing more I returned having spent At least two months rent Now my wife is passed out in the floor

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Soul(title) Looking pale The moon stared at the sun Felt the warmth Showing the Silver sheen Trying to hide The shrinking core A buried bole Losing its hold The cold soul Being squeezed out

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Nov 5, 2025

Nov 5, 2025 at 8:56 AM UTC

Yashkrit_Ray

Soul

Soul(title) Looking pale The moon stared at the sun Felt the warmth Showing the Silver sheen Trying to hide The shrinking core A buried bole Losing its hold The cold soul Being squeezed out

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the meeting room inflates mushroomed by vocal lashing nauseous and ugly welling everyone's timely except the crucial host top pockets and pens stuffing of warmth crucible of body gases and personal perfumes no windows / low ceiling the vents clogged with dust and barnacles one stifling roost over the new mode room a dominant black screen is vigilant clocking the details scrapbooking the gloom (each rebel breath of mine rivals the last) there's an odd gap in the chitter-natter dumbed silent punction to the point of audible body function everybody is knocked from their element plead broken this nervous moment... ..and someone does patricia hats a laugh and the flow re-bleats its motor revived mike from c8 south whinnies in my face breath bad and bad coffee he gaffles my energy head bloods flood and i can't hack it this is where i get off the worldly stutters me off the page hot signal habits bunch i am dudded my distant avatar takes over can it handle an idea of what i ought present ? i am a kite operating the grounded pilot i see him beam and nod dummy to conversation representing ; i'll endure with this method i am only a member here no sass of authority my expected contribution need only be trivial but then distant others look darkly through my reservoir the gig is up they know somethings contorted i am drawing attention what did my puppet say on my behalf ? am i crooked and pale and wincing ? am i laying out insult ? these could be things they concentrate through distorted waters start chopping gestures it is not liked and my auto options have failed why can't we wash over this whole thing ? we are dressed so nicely and it is only work and breath and beating words to replace peckerpits in the system t h a t i s i t ! the body crumples and exhibits i whelm over it all taking off as an apparition moting higher still above the scene i raise the ceiling some but represented i lie on the floor a rat ring of colleagues forms about me some with baldness showing some dyed colours one wears a fedora indoors hunching over my mass rodent strife

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Aug 25, 2022

Aug 25, 2022 at 10:04 PM UTC

neth-jones

the meeting

the meeting room inflates mushroomed by vocal lashing nauseous and ugly welling everyone's timely except the crucial host top pockets and pens stuffing of warmth crucible of body gases and personal perfumes no windows / low ceiling the vents clogged with dust and barnacles one stifling roost over the new mode room a dominant black screen is vigilant clocking the details scrapbooking the gloom (each rebel breath of mine rivals the last) there's an odd gap in the chitter-natter dumbed silent punction to the point of audible body function everybody is knocked from their element plead broken this nervous moment... ..and someone does patricia hats a laugh and the flow re-bleats its motor revived mike from c8 south whinnies in my face breath bad and bad coffee he gaffles my energy head bloods flood and i can't hack it this is where i get off the worldly stutters me off the page hot signal habits bunch i am dudded my distant avatar takes over can it handle an idea of what i ought present ? i am a kite operating the grounded pilot i see him beam and nod dummy to conversation representing ; i'll endure with this method i am only a member here no sass of authority my expected contribution need only be trivial but then distant others look darkly through my reservoir the gig is up they know somethings contorted i am drawing attention what did my puppet say on my behalf ? am i crooked and pale and wincing ? am i laying out insult ? these could be things they concentrate through distorted waters start chopping gestures it is not liked and my auto options have failed why can't we wash over this whole thing ? we are dressed so nicely and it is only work and breath and beating words to replace peckerpits in the system t h a t i s i t ! the body crumples and exhibits i whelm over it all taking off as an apparition moting higher still above the scene i raise the ceiling some but represented i lie on the floor a rat ring of colleagues forms about me some with baldness showing some dyed colours one wears a fedora indoors hunching over my mass rodent strife

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writing in fugue states distress, take me and give me dizziness only to see black what mistake made me so today, was too late that i should have noticed before the body falters

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Mar 1, 2021

Mar 1, 2021 at 1:51 AM UTC

manx-kronos-pragna

Rolling Blackouts

writing in fugue states distress, take me and give me dizziness only to see black what mistake made me so today, was too late that i should have noticed before the body falters

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Plays are good acting It's just the bridge Where moonlight suffices

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Jul 2, 2019

Jul 2, 2019 at 3:44 PM UTC

aditya-roy

Priorities Of The Scion Haiku

Plays are good acting It's just the bridge Where moonlight suffices

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I am a passenger In my own body. Everything’s heavy Memories spotty. Working away On a beautiful day Until my heart begins to race Adrenaline pumping But still I’m exhausted. Lay down on the floor Feet up in the sky Get blood to my brain And continue on with my night. An engulfing weight Holding me tight Pushing me farther From consciousness’ light I can hear you, yes. All that comes out is a breath. And then again, I’m drifting away. I can hear everything they say. “Open your eyes” They flutter, sight blocked I can not And again My vision is spotty A passenger in my body.

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Jul 14, 2018

Jul 14, 2018 at 5:08 PM UTC

SmileNowSunshine

Passenger

I am a passenger In my own body. Everything’s heavy Memories spotty. Working away On a beautiful day Until my heart begins to race Adrenaline pumping But still I’m exhausted. Lay down on the floor Feet up in the sky Get blood to my brain And continue on with my night. An engulfing weight Holding me tight Pushing me farther From consciousness’ light I can hear you, yes. All that comes out is a breath. And then again, I’m drifting away. I can hear everything they say. “Open your eyes” They flutter, sight blocked I can not And again My vision is spotty A passenger in my body.

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The light dances on the sea’s waves like those little skater bugs that hop on a pond. The jitter of tiny lights reminds me of a time that I was fainting; the same specks of glitter shimmering in front of my eyes as I tumbled onto the bed in a cold sweat, mother at my side with a damp, white flannel. But now, as I watch the same twinkling flashes surfing the tide, in the warmth of the sun, they seem not to be as intimidating.

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Mar 7, 2018

Mar 7, 2018 at 12:33 PM UTC

DFreemie

The same light

The light dances on the sea’s waves like those little skater bugs that hop on a pond. The jitter of tiny lights reminds me of a time that I was fainting; the same specks of glitter shimmering in front of my eyes as I tumbled onto the bed in a cold sweat, mother at my side with a damp, white flannel. But now, as I watch the same twinkling flashes surfing the tide, in the warmth of the sun, they seem not to be as intimidating.

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I stand up and feel myself grow faint so I just sit there and wait for it to pass. But as I sit there, I feel fainter. My ability to comprehend and think vanishes. I sit, accepting what will happen, Until I Faint

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Jun 5, 2015

Jun 5, 2015 at 4:03 PM UTC

cantbelieveitsnotbutter

Head Rush

I stand up and feel myself grow faint so I just sit there and wait for it to pass. But as I sit there, I feel fainter. My ability to comprehend and think vanishes. I sit, accepting what will happen, Until I Faint

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I took a step into my pained world and notice everything has swirled The buildings standing sternly now, seem to be upside down The blackness grows through my vision, and everything misses precision It seems everything is in slow motion and I swear I can smell the ocean I collapse into the ground, and I notice my head starts to pound I feel tears stream down my face, I close my eyes and everything erased.

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Mar 2, 2015

Mar 2, 2015 at 3:40 AM UTC

cattie-unicorn

Faint

I took a step into my pained world and notice everything has swirled The buildings standing sternly now, seem to be upside down The blackness grows through my vision, and everything misses precision It seems everything is in slow motion and I swear I can smell the ocean I collapse into the ground, and I notice my head starts to pound I feel tears stream down my face, I close my eyes and everything erased.

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i had a headache when i walked into class and even though you were at the opposite end of the classroom, it felt as though glass was crushing against the back of my skull and there were spots of black and blue and bruises in my eyes and i couldn't feel anything but the bile in my throat, not even my lungs could tell if i was breathing when i fell into the darkness which people often call the pseudonym of "passing out" and my instructor shook me awake, pulling me from the depths of the unfeeling (and how i longed to remain there), i couldn't answer the question of "why" and simply stated the cause to be dehydration instead of panic. you attempted to make eye contact with me whilst people had me ingest water against the currents of the bile and i just can't look at you without succumbing to all things you might've read about panic disorders and ptsd and lonely women and sometimes there's this wound nestled in my chest and it refuses to heal properly because you make me feel loneliness in the worst of ways. i don't want this. i don't need you. i never did.

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Aug 25, 2014

Aug 25, 2014 at 4:50 PM UTC

cr

on fainting and bruised eyes

i had a headache when i walked into class and even though you were at the opposite end of the classroom, it felt as though glass was crushing against the back of my skull and there were spots of black and blue and bruises in my eyes and i couldn't feel anything but the bile in my throat, not even my lungs could tell if i was breathing when i fell into the darkness which people often call the pseudonym of "passing out" and my instructor shook me awake, pulling me from the depths of the unfeeling (and how i longed to remain there), i couldn't answer the question of "why" and simply stated the cause to be dehydration instead of panic. you attempted to make eye contact with me whilst people had me ingest water against the currents of the bile and i just can't look at you without succumbing to all things you might've read about panic disorders and ptsd and lonely women and sometimes there's this wound nestled in my chest and it refuses to heal properly because you make me feel loneliness in the worst of ways. i don't want this. i don't need you. i never did.

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My breathing's wrong. This pattern inside me isn't my rhythm. You've got all the control & I'm programmed to rise & fall just from a single phrase of yours and I wish I could even try to get this heart to knock on rib doors build some courage up to whisper truths between the sliver membranes so I can try & balance out the breathing and get a grip on reality cause I'm almost outta that conscious-land & I don't know this man he keeps bringing me to hell & heaven... then back with just his text. (c) 2014

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Aug 22, 2014

Aug 22, 2014 at 8:39 PM UTC

caffiend999

Untitled

My breathing's wrong. This pattern inside me isn't my rhythm. You've got all the control & I'm programmed to rise & fall just from a single phrase of yours and I wish I could even try to get this heart to knock on rib doors build some courage up to whisper truths between the sliver membranes so I can try & balance out the breathing and get a grip on reality cause I'm almost outta that conscious-land & I don't know this man he keeps bringing me to hell & heaven... then back with just his text. (c) 2014

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