#falsehope
Poisonous is the snake, twin incisors make me weak, a foam produced by the mouth
Ravenous is their thirst for blood, felled like a tree, my ****** roots exposed
Veins course with the hatred for the swine & serpent, decapitated animals feed from the trough
False-fed libertine, you are the carnal foothills of desire, seduction without a lack of mercy
A library of secrets lie just under the surface, a litany of false truths hidden
Power driven are the dire wolves, enraged in cages, ensnared by the Devil's trapdoor
Hollow are the enemies, barking with pure impunity, ignorance worn thin by your predecessors
Descent into the maelstrom, a new American justice is born, one of injustice
Blackened hearts prevail, they sacrifice a soul, traded in for eternal damnation
Immune & godless I enter the tomb of their unholy blasphemy, feathered oft their lips
Service for the dearly departed, your cheap brand of justice is forlorn & lacking
Nothing but a f*cking parasite leeching onto my skin, scrying into a black mirror
This revelation of hellfire is a shadow of things to come...burn it to the ground
1d ago
Jun 2, 2026 at 10:40 AM UTC
timing for us never is right
there’s always a reason
from one of our sides
we aren’t meant to work out
you love me
I know you do
and I love you too
you know I do
yet, your words run ahead of
where you’ll be
you’ll never feel ready
to be with me
because you won’t date a boy
maybe if I wasn’t trans we’d be happy
me as your wife
and you my husband
married in a picturesque family home
surrounded by a white picket fence
with kids running about
we’d be a lovely straight couple
but I’ve grown to be
the man I am today
there’s no doubt
he’s who I’m meant to be
but happy endings don’t happen
for the gay couple
but I still like to dream
that one day you won’t be scared
we can be happy together
and find our own place
even without picket fences
but that’s not how the world is for us
still after a year your hand lacks mine
still after a year you’re scared to date me
still after a year I want to be with you
and only you
but time still goes on
Apr 22
Apr 22, 2026 at 2:01 AM UTC
Hope is the drop of water
that teases a parched throat
that's been wandering in a desert.
It doesn't quite quench the thirst
but soothes it just enough
to keep it going
till an oasis is found...
...or not.
Mar 30
Mar 30, 2026 at 5:25 AM UTC
In the pale light of morning's hesitant dawn,
Where shadows linger like unspoken fears,
I wake already worn, a shadow of the fight,
My limbs obey, but spirit disappears.
The bed releases me with reluctant sigh,
Yet burdens cling, invisible and tight,
Body intact, but mind adrift and drawn,
Where once-bright fires now flicker faint at night.
This weariness digs deep, beyond the bone,
A silent thief that steals the will to rise,
Not from the rush of days or heavy load,
But from the weight of endless compromise.
It seeps into the cracks of fractured thoughts,
Where dreams dissolve in rivers of despair,
Echoes in a heart that's turned to stone,
Passion retreating down a quiet road, unfair.
The world outside hums on with ceaseless drive,
Demands that pull like tides upon the shore,
The things that count—ambitions, ties that bind—
They call to me, yet slip beyond my grasp once more.
A job that once ignited fervent zeal,
Now feels like chains in monotony's embrace,
Motivation fades like whispers in the wind,
A soul that's weary, caught in time's slow clasp, erased.
I stare at mirrors fogged with doubt's cold breath,
Reflecting eyes that search for what was lost,
The hobbies, joys, that sparked electric life,
Now gather dust, forgotten at great cost.
Conversations drift like leaves in autumn's gale,
With loved ones near, but hearts a world apart,
I reach for that old spark, but it evades,
A tired self murmuring, "One more day to bear, restart."
Afternoons stretch long in gray monotony,
Tasks pile high, yet energy runs low,
The coffee brews, a ritual of false hope,
But clarity remains a distant glow.
Evenings bring no solace, just the ache,
Of scrolling screens that numb the inner void,
Sleep comes uneasy, haunted by the wake,
Of unfulfilled tomorrows, dreams destroyed.
Yet in the quiet depths, where hope cascades,
Like hidden streams beneath a frozen lake,
I sense a whisper from the buried flame,
A promise that this fog will one day break.
For weariness, though cruel, may carve the space,
For renewal's seed to root and slowly grow,
I trust the embers wait, ready to flare,
And light the path where passion's rivers flow.
Nov 9, 2025
Nov 9, 2025 at 4:21 PM UTC
If you could have it all, everything your heart desires would you try? Just a sip, they said, your dreams will come to life. What happens when the drink runs dry? Your aspirations shrivel, you confidence wilts.
So, will you take a sip?
Nov 6, 2024
Nov 6, 2024 at 2:27 PM UTC
Can you see the shards
It's broken
Can you see the stains
It's bled through
Can you see through all the little lies
That cramped in their way and hid inside
Can you see those
Can you see me
I'm the glue
My job is to fix the shards
It can be yours too
Look closer
Open your eyes
It's breaking
It's broken
It's bleeding
It's broken
It can't be fixed
But we can try
So open your eyes
And look closer
At the tiny cracks
And those massive ones too
We can't fix them
But we can try with glue
Sep 18, 2024
Sep 18, 2024 at 10:42 PM UTC
Surrounded but alone.
Learned to grew stronger.
Heart of stone.
Became a fighter.
Always wanted to have someone,
No doubts, no judgement.
Couldn’t find one,
All wasn’t just clear with their intent.
Thought you were different,
Filled my heart with excitement,
Same vibe, same tastes,
I fear, might go to waste.
Took the risk, unsure.
Bet on it ‘til my heart sore.
Blinded by what you’ve shown,
Oh I forgot, I’m surrounded but all alone.
Nov 27, 2023
Nov 27, 2023 at 11:11 AM UTC
“Patience is a virtue.”
Sometimes it's true,
Sometimes it's not.
We waited, remain patient,
But there are times
It'll never come.
Dec 25, 2020
Dec 25, 2020 at 8:34 AM UTC
Was it false hope because I still don't know your last name & only you know what I'm pursuing her for does it make u feel special that suavesito thinks you're his rose girl with love in your eyes it might be toxic for me to be obsessing over u & I wouldn't know if u never told me I only if take what you give me I'm so gentle & your so sweet your skins probably really soft.
Oct 20, 2019
Oct 20, 2019 at 11:55 PM UTC
You found me
stuck staring
at rearview mirror reflections
of wintry, dusk intersections
of everything leaving me
all at once.
A forced exhale
of asphyxia caged
in collapsing lungs;
my mouth,
a fountain spring,
that coughed out
pools of blood.
I wish I saw myself
the way you saw me;
not a red traffic light
wounding speeding cars
on winding streets,
but an antique heirloom
priceless enough
you'd only wish
you could keep
in a heart-shaped box
you saw in dreams.
But, I'd cut my tongue,
paint my lips cherry shades
to blend with cells that'd stain
handkerchiefs you'd offer.
Make you believe
this isn't going to foster
because you are indecision,
unfinished watercolor landscapes
of summer forest fire skies,
a sun-kissed Pacific wanderer.
And I am true crime
untouched evidence of break-ins,
remains of faulty locks and lights.
I am mosaics misaligned;
static, seabed cracks
from forgotten fault lines.
Gaping fissures of sand,
and salt that won't let me stitch
frayed skin-deep fibres
barely holding me in.
Oceans would have to empty themselves
into whirring cyclones and high tides
for our selfish sense of touch to collide.
Ice caps would have to sink
deep enough to even bruise my skin.
And I wouldn't want to watch
more Shakespeare end
before it begins.
*See, I am the one
with sharp edges,
but why
did you have to be the one
to clip my wings?*
There is only an abyss
without a trampoline,
a safety net,
a bed of waterlilies,
I could fall in.
And I am so tired
of paradoxes
and ironies;
of always being wanted
by someone who doesn't even
want to be kept,
of always being mended
and then left
with more dislocations,
and fractures,
one after another
each taking longer to fix.
Now, in shapeless parcels,
without return addresses
sent out into the void
these words will echo
of love
I never intended to borrow,
and shadows
of false hope
you never thought yourself
capable of
giving away.
Jul 26, 2019
Jul 26, 2019 at 6:02 AM UTC
He prayed for a miracle,
Prayed that the sun would stop rising,
That the light would stay gray-
That morning would never come
But it did.
Apr 20, 2019
Apr 20, 2019 at 12:04 PM UTC
Mabey it was just the days
that seemed prolonged
My mind that resurrects the dead
To the reaches far beyond
Fatigued i let myself wander
Fulling false emotions blurred by imagination
Confined in my prior self
Till Im a tyrant to my own degradation
The bittersweet animosity of false hope
Like watering a blossom in hopes of a willow
My self-pity only absent in my dreams
had i wished they where nightmares not long ago
Strangled with fists and stains my pillow bears quotes i suffocate through
That quote
Go to bed
He’s not thinking about you
Nov 4, 2018
Nov 4, 2018 at 11:08 AM UTC
Who is this being inside of me?
Why is she trying to break my true self?
Why is this unwelcome being trying to pull me from reality?
My perception hasn't been very clear these days.
The dark forces that live in my head have taken over my heart and thoughts... for now.
Seeing you is painful. This dark force wants me to forget all the good in you. I love you, but I cannot stand to love a person if my thoughts aren't clear. I cannot stand the feeling of loving someone who's over one million miles away.
The girl was in love with the moon. She would do anything to be with it. But every time she tries to catch it, it moves away.
The moon is close yet so far away. She chases the moon every night in hopes that she will one day have it, hold it, and protect it. No matter how hard she tried to reach it, the moon would get farther and farther away. With you, I don't see a difference.
I thought I had been so obvious from the start. Maybe you're just too blind to see that something good is right in front of you.
This is a waste of time. You are soon going to become
my waste of time. Why chase after something/someone if they don't make the same effort that you do? With or without glasses, you have a hard time seeing the big picture. You're blind to seeing good when it's staring you right in the face.
Seeing your face makes the knife in my heart moving ever so swiftly, making it hard to breathe. Your being is the very definition of betrayal... at least, that's what she wants me to believe.
The way you walk past me, through me like a ghost as if nothing were wrong. You're not innocent, you should be punnished for all the lies. Why should I ever believe you?
I know you're the right one. But does she know that?
Actions speak louder than words. I am a girl with the gift of writing. I am good with it all on my own. I don't need you to write me short answer responses, when I give you books. I give you books and plays. You give me short answer responses as if I'm a useless quiz you'll never see or need to know after it is done.
Is that truly the case? Or is there more? If so, why hide it?
Why hide all these 'secrets' away from someone who would keep them safe and secure?
© 2018 Omni Winters
May 21, 2018
May 21, 2018 at 9:19 PM UTC
it’s been over a year
a year of being apart from each other
ever since we called it quits
the past year without you
was a year of growth—
learned things about myself
and improved on me
I learned to move on from what we had
Since you moved onto another
At first, I questioned why you didn’t wait for me
but I figured that if that’s God’s plan for us
then so be it
Here we are a year later,
back in each other’s lives
but this time as friends
I knew I didn’t want you out of my life for good
So I hoped for this time to come
I thought I would be contented with that
but why do I suddenly get this feeling
that maybe I want you back?
I keep trying to hold myself back
from smiling whenever you talk to me
I just want to know what’s going on inside your head
Do you still think of me?
Do you miss me?
Such thoughts run through my mind
Maybe it’s just me
but one thing’s for sure:
after all this time,
you still mean something to me
Jul 5, 2018
Jul 5, 2018 at 2:31 AM UTC
You tell me words I didn't expect to hear
but now you're shutting your mouth as if I haven't been dear
All these words describe you from the moment you decided to do the things I haven't been ready for,
but seems like you care no more.
You're out of words when I pour my heart out
because you're guilty and feeling sorry
for destroying me unknowingly.
You never know how much pain it caused me when you decided to end those "feelings" you had
even the friendship that made me glad or sad?
I know you.
You can never hurt someone.
But I'm not someone so you chose to hurt me.
And I wasn't ready.
Who was anyway?
It's just that, I never saw it coming because i invested so much trust and all I gained was this situation where we must measure distance with each other
and never dare to bother
if it was fine,
just considering it was right.
But what if the right thing to do means to sacrifice everything since day one?
This is so wrong.
Feb 20, 2018
Feb 20, 2018 at 10:08 AM UTC
but you knew what I meant
when I said I love you
so why tell me parallel lines
will eventually meet
Jan 22, 2018
Jan 22, 2018 at 1:27 PM UTC
He's always been just this boy; watching the world, threw bright green hopefull eyes... He's always been just this boy; witnessing heartbreak and tragedy, threwout deceitful lies.... He's always been just this boy; struggling to make deep, meaningful human ties... He's always been just this boy; But one day he woke up and realized, He's always had what he needed. To sucessfully and happily, live and die....
Jan 7, 2018
Jan 7, 2018 at 8:47 PM UTC
how do you love something back to life?
how do you heal someone who is unrepairable?
what do you rely on? what do you use?
hope is merely but a bandaid on a broken bone.
no amount of love can fix what was already broken.
we were broken from the start;
nothing more and nothing less.
we built our love on a foundation of false hope.
nothing more
and nothing left.
Dec 3, 2017
Dec 3, 2017 at 1:20 PM UTC
Trapped,
For all hopes you chain me up with,
There's no escape.
Suffocation,
For having drowned,
Sunk too deep to breathe.
Disappointment,
For all hopes are crushed,
By a single past tense.
Sep 10, 2017
Sep 10, 2017 at 12:59 AM UTC
i tell myself im feeling better.
no social media
no outside distractions
just me and my mind.
ive made quite a few changes in these seemingly eternal summer months
ive changed my diet
changed my thinking
my sleep schedule
my hobbies and interests
even my wardrobe.
ive made all these changes
ive gotten out of my head (for the most part)
so if ive made all these changes and if im doing all of these new and better things
why do i still feel so low ?
i feel low not as in sad
no sad is too simple, too cliche, too blase
i feel low as in my heart will start to clench and struggle to beat
my breathing gets shallow
my thoughts are dulled and become sullen and narrow
like im on the verge of a never arriving panic attack
so tell me if im filled with no responsibilities no standards to hold myself to
filled with a sense of freedom and "peace" as many would say
how come if you asked me to today
i still couldnt put my so called peace on a scale of 1 to 10 ?
Aug 29, 2017
Aug 29, 2017 at 11:40 AM UTC
She read our words \
Couldn't hear our thoughts
How you hold me so tightly in your mind
Kissing in our dreams to songs no one else hears
Months passed freely loving the images we made up
Us far away in a castle
Keeping warm by the heat from our desires
/ She wasn't meant to know
Aug 16, 2017
Aug 16, 2017 at 5:36 PM UTC
Ii'm a person that believes
that someday you will leave.
And that your smile will be the death of me,
for i know that we can never be.
My heart shouts your name
but if we change we'll never be the same.
Again, here we are.
I see you as nothing but a scar
from what we could've been.
Your hand lifting up my chin,
leaning in for something
that would get my adrenaline pumping.
But no, that'll never happen.
Your arms, i'll never be wrapped in.
You wouldn't show up at my door,
telling me you're wanting us to be more
than friends.
Your eyes told me secrets,
they would keep me sleepless.
It was a stare or a glance
that made me think I had a chance.
Besides, i was probably just another girl.
One of thousands in your world
that is also hoping to call you mine.
And here I am, waiting for something like a sign,
so that I would know when it is my time.
My time for you to love me, your time to rhyme,
your time to be head over heels for me
like how I am now for you, but you don't see.
When it is our time to be together,
I know you would hold me in the cold weather.
But I need to stop with all this thinking
before my heart ends up sinking.
All these what if's and could have beens
is where all the pain really begins.
Because it's you that keeps me overthinking,
and my imagination that keeps me hoping
for something that is way beyond my reach.
And it is you, within each.
I need to stop hoping
and maybe then I'd stop groaning
over a loss that wasn't completely mine.
Soon I'll be laughing and I'll be fine.
But for now, I'll still be desiring.
As long as you're still inspiring.
But I know for sure there's nothing for us.
And for this topic, there's no more to discuss.
Apr 4, 2017
Apr 4, 2017 at 12:12 AM UTC
you were that one blinking star in the sky i had pondered on for hours when i was a child just to discover that all stars twinkle and you were no different from the rest
sls
Mar 13, 2017
Mar 13, 2017 at 10:03 AM UTC