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#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
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1d ago
Jun 2, 2026 at 10:40 AM UTC
Portraits of Jericho
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
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Apr 22
Apr 22, 2026 at 2:01 AM UTC
the house with a picket fence
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.
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Mar 30
Mar 30, 2026 at 5:25 AM UTC
Either Or
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.
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Nov 9, 2025
Nov 9, 2025 at 4:21 PM UTC
Tired
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.
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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?
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Nov 6, 2024
Nov 6, 2024 at 2:27 PM UTC
Drink
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
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Sep 18, 2024
Sep 18, 2024 at 10:42 PM UTC
Glue
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.
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Nov 27, 2023
Nov 27, 2023 at 11:11 AM UTC
Alone
“Patience is a virtue.” Sometimes it's true, Sometimes it's not. We waited, remain patient, But there are times It'll never come.
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Dec 25, 2020
Dec 25, 2020 at 8:34 AM UTC
Patience
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.
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Oct 20, 2019
Oct 20, 2019 at 11:55 PM UTC
Outgoing Call
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.
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Jul 26, 2019
Jul 26, 2019 at 6:02 AM UTC
Heart-shaped Box
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.
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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.
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Apr 20, 2019
Apr 20, 2019 at 12:04 PM UTC
hope
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
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Nov 4, 2018
Nov 4, 2018 at 11:08 AM UTC
Unrequited
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
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May 21, 2018
May 21, 2018 at 9:19 PM UTC
A Negative Girl and The Wandering Thoughts of Him
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
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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
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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.
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Feb 20, 2018
Feb 20, 2018 at 10:08 AM UTC
Wrong
but you knew what I meant when I said I love you so why tell me parallel lines will eventually meet
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Jan 22, 2018
Jan 22, 2018 at 1:27 PM UTC
XIV
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....
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Jan 7, 2018
Jan 7, 2018 at 8:47 PM UTC
Just some boy...
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.
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Dec 3, 2017
Dec 3, 2017 at 1:20 PM UTC
there was nothing
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.
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Sep 10, 2017
Sep 10, 2017 at 12:59 AM UTC
Tenses
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 ?
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Aug 29, 2017
Aug 29, 2017 at 11:40 AM UTC
1-10.
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
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Aug 16, 2017
Aug 16, 2017 at 5:36 PM UTC
Caught
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.
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Apr 4, 2017
Apr 4, 2017 at 12:12 AM UTC
beliefs
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.
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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
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Mar 13, 2017
Mar 13, 2017 at 10:03 AM UTC
false hope