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Bite into an idea— rows of teeth, tension tight. Crowded smiles feel so exposing— _but this one,_ it gnaws deeper. The tension between teething regrets and tethered faith feels so frayed, as if the cord was always a little too short to begin with. I’m not riding the wave— just swimming a little longer in my dreams; watching surfers sail off while I sink into thought. But I surf the internet, researching the cultivation of infinitude— _whatever that means._ Diving into unfathomable depths, only a few steps in and I’m already losing my breath. __Have I sprouted yet__? Most days, my sadness drowns in my anger. Then a spark of joy appears— _brief_, __fleeting__— but its glow only makes me so sad again. And that sadness simmers back into rage, and the loop begins once more. _A cycle. A seesaw._ A silent crusade to love myself again. But the journey never really ends. Even while searching for one. we push forward—again, and again— until we find a better end.
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Jun 28, 2025
Jun 28, 2025 at 3:16 PM UTC
OddOdysseyPoet
Half-Surfaced, Half-Sinking
Bite into an idea— rows of teeth, tension tight. Crowded smiles feel so exposing— _but this one,_ it gnaws deeper. The tension between teething regrets and tethered faith feels so frayed, as if the cord was always a little too short to begin with. I’m not riding the wave— just swimming a little longer in my dreams; watching surfers sail off while I sink into thought. But I surf the internet, researching the cultivation of infinitude— _whatever that means._ Diving into unfathomable depths, only a few steps in and I’m already losing my breath. __Have I sprouted yet__? Most days, my sadness drowns in my anger. Then a spark of joy appears— _brief_, __fleeting__— but its glow only makes me so sad again. And that sadness simmers back into rage, and the loop begins once more. _A cycle. A seesaw._ A silent crusade to love myself again. But the journey never really ends. Even while searching for one. we push forward—again, and again— until we find a better end.
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In a world where we feel forsaken and abandoned, A barren land bleaked with loneliness, forgotten, forlorn A life so hopeless and full of desolation. A whole generation plagued by an epidemic called depression. An illness that took the lives of many. Yet still misunderstood, dismissed as laziness aplenty. Loving parents lose daughters and sons, Still no cure, incomprehensable not even one can understands. They've scoured books, devoured dictionaries, seeking words to describe how they really feel, Yet none can mend a soul like them, too broken to heal, too shattered to fix it still. But then you came, a beacon so bright, on this dim and narrow path I called life, A glimmer of hope in a world so dark, where it all seems filled with wrath and strife. Be strong and make sure to guard your light, Growing it ever more intense —impairing a sight, Let it shine brighter than any stars and sun, Help them light up their way till the darkness around them are gone. For souls that dwells in void like mine, I cherished the warmth it gives and provides, In a world not built for us to live, rather just merely for us to survive. Yet remain cautious of those who'd dim your glow, Leaving you cold, it's unkind — I know. But keep your flames burning with passion, Nurture it, share it wisely like a precious ration, For your light is a beacon of hope, Guiding those lost in darkness, away from ending their lives hanging on a rope.
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Jan 14, 2025
Jan 14, 2025 at 10:54 AM UTC
TheJhondelion
Beacon of Hope
In a world where we feel forsaken and abandoned, A barren land bleaked with loneliness, forgotten, forlorn A life so hopeless and full of desolation. A whole generation plagued by an epidemic called depression. An illness that took the lives of many. Yet still misunderstood, dismissed as laziness aplenty. Loving parents lose daughters and sons, Still no cure, incomprehensable not even one can understands. They've scoured books, devoured dictionaries, seeking words to describe how they really feel, Yet none can mend a soul like them, too broken to heal, too shattered to fix it still. But then you came, a beacon so bright, on this dim and narrow path I called life, A glimmer of hope in a world so dark, where it all seems filled with wrath and strife. Be strong and make sure to guard your light, Growing it ever more intense —impairing a sight, Let it shine brighter than any stars and sun, Help them light up their way till the darkness around them are gone. For souls that dwells in void like mine, I cherished the warmth it gives and provides, In a world not built for us to live, rather just merely for us to survive. Yet remain cautious of those who'd dim your glow, Leaving you cold, it's unkind — I know. But keep your flames burning with passion, Nurture it, share it wisely like a precious ration, For your light is a beacon of hope, Guiding those lost in darkness, away from ending their lives hanging on a rope.
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