#forthenobodies - Hello Poetry

call what this is by what is felt claim someone else so soon as my future when i only started thinking of such things crush your soul in my desperate fist as to keep you close to me lay claim to another soul mind flesh before ever try to cling when i am fearful of loss because there is no fear with you impede upon the priority of your happiness and success with my own petty thoughts call what i feel by the word that dances on my tongue spit back the poison i am fed everyday at such a beautiful soul as yours Like someone again. Adore someone again. Pray for someone again. Want someone again. Connect with someone again. Desire such a future with someone again. Be so content with letting someone go. Believe that I can find happiness in any path that we take, whether it splits us or drives us closer together. Go back to living in my darkness again, uncaring of my own survival in the end. Stop wanting to improve myself and grow, because for the first time i dare to want more for myself want you love you let go breathe (for it will surely break this spell) … quite fortunately, I have always been quite daring.

0

Sep 27, 2025

Sep 27, 2025 at 11:46 AM UTC

abyssmal-imagination

I dare not

call what this is by what is felt claim someone else so soon as my future when i only started thinking of such things crush your soul in my desperate fist as to keep you close to me lay claim to another soul mind flesh before ever try to cling when i am fearful of loss because there is no fear with you impede upon the priority of your happiness and success with my own petty thoughts call what i feel by the word that dances on my tongue spit back the poison i am fed everyday at such a beautiful soul as yours Like someone again. Adore someone again. Pray for someone again. Want someone again. Connect with someone again. Desire such a future with someone again. Be so content with letting someone go. Believe that I can find happiness in any path that we take, whether it splits us or drives us closer together. Go back to living in my darkness again, uncaring of my own survival in the end. Stop wanting to improve myself and grow, because for the first time i dare to want more for myself want you love you let go breathe (for it will surely break this spell) … quite fortunately, I have always been quite daring.

25

(maybe this time it will feel different, different) (maybe this time it will go different, different) my last few rounds//i've come back out more worse for wear than before i began (maybe this time i will feel different, cherished) (maybe this time i won't feel like such an object) i know that you said//what you liked in bed and what you spoke as their hands caressed sounds of your voice crying and moaning whispering all those little things to me "you're so beautiful. you're so **** "you are exactly the kind that i need "you're so pretty. i love your shape "and how warm you feel underneath me "you are so perfect. you're desirable "i love every thing about'cha "you feel so good. you turn me on "your skin is so soft and inside is so warm i can't think//with all these things filling up the space in my head **(maybe this time i will feel different, different) (maybe this time it will go different, different)** i wasn't ready for being intimate i can tell the way i still think about it mess up her skin, her muscle, her bone make her every part undesirable twist and rend and crush and scratch until she's not worth looking at she let it happen then, so now i decay thinking all of this every single day i hate her i hate her god i hate her so much cut her out of me until the face in the mirror is mine and not hers i hate how she sounds, how she looks, how she feels her flesh is mine and it will be hell dont look please dont look no touching or grabbing dont hold or squeeze or bite or hug i hate the curves i hate your words i hate everything that makes this life hers cut her and cut her and tear all of the skin so it heals and its ugly and not worth such sin keep your lust for her, hold it, ********** dont ask for pictures or phonecalls or words nothing to do with those who had her she's a body. a nice one. what a horrible thing i hate her i hate her i wish she hadn't been so weak every thought is so hard to have im sorry i even feel this way and it was never your fault. never your bad. i let it happen to her. she let it happen, even through the shudders and whimpers and cringing away, she let it happen. weak. weak and small and easy to overpower. easy to pull out from her hiding place. easy to coax out from behind that locked door. she's easy, too easy. too wanting, too... needy. doesn't want to feel like a thing. like your thing. like a body to boast of stop reachingg stop lookig stop seing stop feeling aroused stop it stop it stop it stop it stop no more she's a body **her body her ******* her thighs, her face and freckles her hair her voice** god, her voice delicate feminine sweet, pleasant sing ourself hoarse and only then are we content lower in pitch scratches the throat an ugly noise something masculine from a feminine source abominate you're all straight you wouldn't love the same if i were to change (well within your right) im not worth the time unless as her her body her words her tone all her i almost want to be a man, i want to see how many will leave i read about love for a soul no matter what form its a lie its a lie its a lie no one is like that at least not for me only just when it's for her as long as she's stagnant so you can touch and hold and grab and use and cherish her body her everything its all her its always her it will never quite be me i dont want to **** her, or maybe im scared to really hurt the one thing that every lover has ever loved of me it's not bad that they don't want a man, or a thing, or an it no surgery scars or anything else they can like what they like i just take it personally its her soft heart, and skin, and soul everything will be her always always always always daughter girl woman lady princess female always her touch and grab and hold maybe this time it'll feel different and that i wont feel like all i am is her all that's worth it is her groom and touch up her body because, because they don't like how it is can't stand to cut all the hair can't stand to see myself especially down where it all is i hate it i hate her she's everything we're in pieces i know you're different, at least a little this time will be - you met me with my words first my creations my mind my humor "what's your favorite constellation? i like orion" you knew all of that before you knew her face you knew me, you know me at least a little heard me speak with her voice, always just a bit wrong but never too wrong, right? never actually bad enough to change heard us for the first time and told us she read it and she was! i read it and i was so... happy. for her. by her with her. she's extra and excited and needy now i allow just a bit more than before i knew you were in l..e, too maybe i overreact, she. us. we. it overreacts a lot. (s)he does. overthink this is the only way i could get it out fully out of my head and her head such ugliness, such rawness and softness and fear (i hate it so much) it's ugly. it's true, at least a little the song i make will be prettier you'll hear it soon i l..e you im scared

0

Sep 4, 2025

Sep 4, 2025 at 1:37 AM UTC

abyssmal-imagination

body (undesirable)

(maybe this time it will feel different, different) (maybe this time it will go different, different) my last few rounds//i've come back out more worse for wear than before i began (maybe this time i will feel different, cherished) (maybe this time i won't feel like such an object) i know that you said//what you liked in bed and what you spoke as their hands caressed sounds of your voice crying and moaning whispering all those little things to me "you're so beautiful. you're so **** "you are exactly the kind that i need "you're so pretty. i love your shape "and how warm you feel underneath me "you are so perfect. you're desirable "i love every thing about'cha "you feel so good. you turn me on "your skin is so soft and inside is so warm i can't think//with all these things filling up the space in my head **(maybe this time i will feel different, different) (maybe this time it will go different, different)** i wasn't ready for being intimate i can tell the way i still think about it mess up her skin, her muscle, her bone make her every part undesirable twist and rend and crush and scratch until she's not worth looking at she let it happen then, so now i decay thinking all of this every single day i hate her i hate her god i hate her so much cut her out of me until the face in the mirror is mine and not hers i hate how she sounds, how she looks, how she feels her flesh is mine and it will be hell dont look please dont look no touching or grabbing dont hold or squeeze or bite or hug i hate the curves i hate your words i hate everything that makes this life hers cut her and cut her and tear all of the skin so it heals and its ugly and not worth such sin keep your lust for her, hold it, ********** dont ask for pictures or phonecalls or words nothing to do with those who had her she's a body. a nice one. what a horrible thing i hate her i hate her i wish she hadn't been so weak every thought is so hard to have im sorry i even feel this way and it was never your fault. never your bad. i let it happen to her. she let it happen, even through the shudders and whimpers and cringing away, she let it happen. weak. weak and small and easy to overpower. easy to pull out from her hiding place. easy to coax out from behind that locked door. she's easy, too easy. too wanting, too... needy. doesn't want to feel like a thing. like your thing. like a body to boast of stop reachingg stop lookig stop seing stop feeling aroused stop it stop it stop it stop it stop no more she's a body **her body her ******* her thighs, her face and freckles her hair her voice** god, her voice delicate feminine sweet, pleasant sing ourself hoarse and only then are we content lower in pitch scratches the throat an ugly noise something masculine from a feminine source abominate you're all straight you wouldn't love the same if i were to change (well within your right) im not worth the time unless as her her body her words her tone all her i almost want to be a man, i want to see how many will leave i read about love for a soul no matter what form its a lie its a lie its a lie no one is like that at least not for me only just when it's for her as long as she's stagnant so you can touch and hold and grab and use and cherish her body her everything its all her its always her it will never quite be me i dont want to **** her, or maybe im scared to really hurt the one thing that every lover has ever loved of me it's not bad that they don't want a man, or a thing, or an it no surgery scars or anything else they can like what they like i just take it personally its her soft heart, and skin, and soul everything will be her always always always always daughter girl woman lady princess female always her touch and grab and hold maybe this time it'll feel different and that i wont feel like all i am is her all that's worth it is her groom and touch up her body because, because they don't like how it is can't stand to cut all the hair can't stand to see myself especially down where it all is i hate it i hate her she's everything we're in pieces i know you're different, at least a little this time will be - you met me with my words first my creations my mind my humor "what's your favorite constellation? i like orion" you knew all of that before you knew her face you knew me, you know me at least a little heard me speak with her voice, always just a bit wrong but never too wrong, right? never actually bad enough to change heard us for the first time and told us she read it and she was! i read it and i was so... happy. for her. by her with her. she's extra and excited and needy now i allow just a bit more than before i knew you were in l..e, too maybe i overreact, she. us. we. it overreacts a lot. (s)he does. overthink this is the only way i could get it out fully out of my head and her head such ugliness, such rawness and softness and fear (i hate it so much) it's ugly. it's true, at least a little the song i make will be prettier you'll hear it soon i l..e you im scared

135

I haven’t even loved anyone since you I used others to try and feel better Maybe if I try I will love them And I never truly did, I think (I don’t even know anymore) I’m cruel and heartless, truly using others to try and pull away from you so just try and forget it. you know you can’t. You were even aesthetically pleasing when paired with me first in many things, you and yours were my people i can’t believe i still write about you think about you care about you Love you are you like a brother? or are you like a lover? either way, you were the closest to me Even today I’m still trying to pick the bits of you out of the most of me where does your influence end and my life begin? I can’t let myself date someone else until i feel a love for them, a real kind of love (like the one i feel for you) I’m still waiting to feel using others to try and fill in the gaps doesn’t work, but for some reason i still want to do it

0

Aug 8, 2025

Aug 8, 2025 at 10:50 PM UTC

abyssmal-imagination

[user error]

I haven’t even loved anyone since you I used others to try and feel better Maybe if I try I will love them And I never truly did, I think (I don’t even know anymore) I’m cruel and heartless, truly using others to try and pull away from you so just try and forget it. you know you can’t. You were even aesthetically pleasing when paired with me first in many things, you and yours were my people i can’t believe i still write about you think about you care about you Love you are you like a brother? or are you like a lover? either way, you were the closest to me Even today I’m still trying to pick the bits of you out of the most of me where does your influence end and my life begin? I can’t let myself date someone else until i feel a love for them, a real kind of love (like the one i feel for you) I’m still waiting to feel using others to try and fill in the gaps doesn’t work, but for some reason i still want to do it

23

ashes are the softest thing i ever walked through softer than clouds softer than rabbit fur softer than Remi fur white ashes are dead, black ashes can still burn watching their skeletons appear as the carbon is all burned up leave it for a day and check tomorrow walk barefoot through the dry ashes burn your foot on buried charcoal still smoldering I want to burn you out of my head until it’s all pale and dead forever only then can I walk amongst your memories contentedly There’s nothing left to hurt me anymore

0

Aug 1, 2025

Aug 1, 2025 at 10:40 PM UTC

abyssmal-imagination

Ashes

ashes are the softest thing i ever walked through softer than clouds softer than rabbit fur softer than Remi fur white ashes are dead, black ashes can still burn watching their skeletons appear as the carbon is all burned up leave it for a day and check tomorrow walk barefoot through the dry ashes burn your foot on buried charcoal still smoldering I want to burn you out of my head until it’s all pale and dead forever only then can I walk amongst your memories contentedly There’s nothing left to hurt me anymore

13

no tomorrow. bad tomorrow- hate tomorrow. tomorrow bad. tonight good. good you. (in bluntest terms I can describe- with that little voice I always hide- my day, my life, my train of thought, lain out before you.)

0

Oct 5, 2024

Oct 5, 2024 at 8:36 PM UTC

abyssmal-imagination

toddler speaking

no tomorrow. bad tomorrow- hate tomorrow. tomorrow bad. tonight good. good you. (in bluntest terms I can describe- with that little voice I always hide- my day, my life, my train of thought, lain out before you.)

6

the feeling of Needing to be accepted is so common; universal. I am not special. pleaselikemepleaselikemepleaselikeme your Eyes judge me; My Soul is bared to you. iAmSoftAndiAmDisgusting I do not plead; I only suffer. spare no mercy. I wonder many things. (when is it "too much"?) I think on many things. (when is it "not enough"?) thinkthinkthinkthinkthinkthink and it ***** Me Into The Deep Dark- ... Oh. A response. (how silly of me)

0

Sep 16, 2024

Sep 16, 2024 at 4:33 PM UTC

abyssmal-imagination

accept

the feeling of Needing to be accepted is so common; universal. I am not special. pleaselikemepleaselikemepleaselikeme your Eyes judge me; My Soul is bared to you. iAmSoftAndiAmDisgusting I do not plead; I only suffer. spare no mercy. I wonder many things. (when is it "too much"?) I think on many things. (when is it "not enough"?) thinkthinkthinkthinkthinkthink and it ***** Me Into The Deep Dark- ... Oh. A response. (how silly of me)

15