#invisibility
Do you know my favorite flower?
My favorite time of day?
If I tried to be artistic,
What would I look at the canvas and say?
Can you hum my favorite melody?
Or rap my favorite song?
Do you know where I keep my tea–
Brew me a cup when life's all wrong?
Do you know what makes me anxious?
What keeps me up late in the night?
Will you wrap your arms around me?
Will you just yell and scold and fight?
How do I like my pillows?
Should this room be warm or cold?
Do you know I don't fear aging
But I'm scared of getting old?
Do you close your eyes and see mine?
Is it only shades of blue?
I crave your understanding
But you have to want it too.
May 18
May 18, 2026 at 1:10 PM UTC
She thought if she cried enough tears
She could just sail away from it all,
So she cried,
Sad tears
Happy tears
Tears of frustration
She wept so much her eyes burnt from the salt and each drop lost it's meaning.
As the water level rose and the hope of freedom flickered in her mind,
She thought for a second she could see the sunshine,
But she's not a carpenter,
And forgot to build a boat.
May 12
May 12, 2026 at 4:58 PM UTC
I learned how to be background noise
To live where no one cares
To be right here in his face
But still never reach his stare
I hummed in all the quiet rooms
Where he claimed noise was not allowed
Never quite gripping the performance of suffering without a sound
So I lived in between heated words and cold shoulders until night is what I craved
Replaying instances of love to hang onto, crumbs that I have saved
I learned how to be background noise fading through the day
A playlist that was left on too long
Not quite loud enough for disarray,
The tick of a clock in a tiled room
Subtle but also expected,
The hum of an old space heater
Maybe annoying but not quite rejected,
A constant rhythm amidst life's chaos
A role I boldly take on
I think I'm showing loyalty but
I'm just saying you can love me wrong
Because I learned how to be background noise
Never demanding space in your song,
If I disappeared from the mix tape
Would you feel the loss at all?
May 5
May 5, 2026 at 3:57 PM UTC
People watching is such a treat,
Strangers moving, slightly off beat.
Arizona’s got its share—
Vices people won’t repair.
Morning junkies out and about,
Buses run late—people start to shout.
The city’s ***** choking on trash,
Cars don’t care—they speed and flash.
I walk these streets, tired and broken,
Engines pass like words unspoken.
Windows up—no one looks down,
Like I don’t exist in this sunburnt town.
You are nothing if you walk here—
Not a face, not a voice, not even fear.
Just heat… and pavement… and empty sound—
A body moving that no one found.
Apr 24
Apr 24, 2026 at 12:05 PM UTC
I didn’t disappear.
I just stopped announcing myself.
I stayed close enough to be seen
if anyone bothered to look —
left small signs behind,
nothing dramatic,
nothing that would make a scene.
Scuffed edges.
Uneven ground.
Places where I slowed down
more than I should have.
If you see them,
do you recognize them as mine?
Or do they blur into the background
with everything else people step over?
I learned how to be present
without taking up space,
how to hurt quietly,
how to survive without interrupting.
So yes —
I’m here.
The marks are subtle on purpose.
I didn’t want to beg.
I didn’t want to be inconvenient.
I just wanted to know
if noticing me
would ever be enough.
Because being found
isn’t the same as being chosen.
And being seen
doesn’t mean being cared for.
So if you’re following the trail,
tell me —
are you just curious?
Or do you actually intend
to stop
when you reach me?
Mar 30
Mar 30, 2026 at 8:01 PM UTC
Today
we disappeared
on purpose.
Not fully —
we were still there
in the seats,
in the hallways,
in the spaces
we always take up
a little too carefully —
but our voices
went missing.
And suddenly
people noticed.
Not us —
not really —
but the gap
we left behind.
They tried to fill it.
With questions.
With laughter.
With it’s not that serious.
With you’re overthinking it.
With just say something.
But we couldn’t.
Or maybe —
we wouldn’t.
Because for some of us,
this isn’t a one-day thing.
This is every day
we measure our words
like they might cost us something.
Every day
we decide
how much of ourselves
is safe to bring with us.
Every day
we trade honesty
for comfort —
just not ours.
I am told
again and again
I am too much
and not enough
in the same breath —
too many ways to love,
too many ways to exist
outside the lines
they handed me.
And still,
I fold myself smaller
some days
just to make it through.
And yeah —
I was quiet today.
Not because
I had nothing to say —
but because
I wanted you to hear
all of us
at once.
The ones who stay quiet
even when this day ends.
The ones who get talked over,
laughed at,
looked through.
The ones still practicing
how to exist out loud.
We were quiet together.
But don’t confuse that
for absence.
Silence like this
isn’t empty.
It’s full —
of voices
waiting.
So this —
this moment —
is for all of us.
For the ones who love
beyond what you understand.
For the ones
rewriting their names,
their pronouns,
their reflections.
For the ones
who are still becoming.
This is me
breaking the silence —
not just for me,
but for everyone
who’s still being told
to keep theirs.
Mar 30
Mar 30, 2026 at 7:30 PM UTC
I felt most assuredly what the world had labeled me.
As I writhed there in the refuse slumped over, alone and keening.
Pressed in close I became one with the cans, the dumpster.
The garbage man, however. Passed me by.
The curb drenched buzzing strobe of the untimeable .
With a handful of stamps.
I licked them all over.
Covering them in slobber. With bleary eyes I slapped on, more than enough.
Tried to force myself into the mail. ( I felt small enough.)
But when the postmen came,
they simply shrugged.
And still, there I sat.
(Why would no one take me away? )
Away from all this.
Oh, but when the crack man came ...
Mar 11
Mar 11, 2026 at 3:17 PM UTC
She’s a shadow that nobody remembers come sunrise. Morning rays shine through, and she fades like a child’s breath winter on a window. No matter how hard she tries, people have to sleep. She can make stars glimmer, the moon glow, but no one evers actually looks up at them. At least not those who plan on staying here. They pass through her as if she’s air, touch her edges without knowing, leaving fingerprints on her silence. They see her, but not really. Always participating, never there. She lives in the spaces between their sentences, in the pauses where their laughter dies. She’ll make a joke, try to be enough, but she’s met with plastic smiles and polluted oceans of teary-eyed hiccups. They only keep her around because she’s always been there, a fixture, a shadow. A name on the roster of someone else’s life. And even though it would all be the same without her, she stays because she doesn’t have anywhere else to go. This room is cold and unfamiliar, like a hotel in a city she’s never seen outside the glass. She presses her palm against it and watches the city lights sparkle, bars and parties she would never be invited to. It will never truly belong to her, but until her keycard expires, she’ll whisper to the stars and yearn for one of them to remember her name.
Nov 20, 2025
Nov 20, 2025 at 11:19 AM UTC
they never taste it
just name the temperature
call it healing when I rinse the wound
like I’m not just keeping it from festering long enough
to stay pretty
I let them near
not in
they cup their hands to the faucet
sip whatever slips through the cracks
and call it closeness
but they never stay long enough
to feel the sting
I swallow static
talk in softened sounds
bite down on my sharpened tongue
translate their language
before they can call mine foreign..
again
I bleed behind a smile
they call me safe
like I haven’t been carrying a fire in my throat
for years
sometimes I scream into a drain
just to hear what doesn’t echo back.
sometimes I open my mouth
and it’s all salt
and no water.
I’ve spent too long cleaning the mess
before they step inside
apologizing for the shape of me
before they even ask the question
now I gargle saltwater
until my voice is too raw to speak
until silence feels more honest
than telling the truth
to someone who won’t keep it
let them ask
let them knock
let them misname my ritual.
I’ll be in the quiet
spitting out blood
like it’s poetry
and still being called beautiful
for surviving.
Jul 31, 2025
Jul 31, 2025 at 10:48 AM UTC
Day to sweeten
Day to finish a thought
Day to exact sovereign
Day to dream, a world is odd...
Done?
Wealth of a sincere wish
Taken to example, for a kinder love
Silence is a house, seek me when a star's finished
The tired eyes of tragedy
*** of a wanton song
Never heard, except by my marvel, an oddity
Of measured distance, for decency, all along?
Time with a friend
Sharing a word, with sallow imagination...
Tirades with a ploy, is this the end?
Couth or courage, adding the face of silence
Fate of desire, that came:
Fate in a charity, to serve
Fate of a copious sense, of shame
Fate has made a with, without a dread to earn a curse
Jul 4, 2025
Jul 4, 2025 at 6:04 PM UTC
by Bloomy Ashes
my thoughts loud collapsing within one another
their edges blur, like smoke with no tether.
my mind fighting my entirety
each thought a blade, carving duality.
screams from within blocked by curves on my skin
my skin curves calm, but holds storms within.
i am fighting one i cannot win
a war unnamed, yet worn paper-thin.
my heart bleeds and aches
each beat a bruise that never breaks.
held together by wires dripping scarlet red
fraying threads sing of words unsaid—
and said.
even the words i said still slice my thread.
my mind and heart at war, my body caught in between
a hostage to storms I did not convene.
yet again, i feel so unseen
like i’m screaming in glass—shattering clean.
Jun 26, 2025
Jun 26, 2025 at 5:09 AM UTC
Obscurity is a quiet violence—
not sudden, not sharp.
It seeps.
Tilts the world by degrees
until struggle feels like balance.
You stop reaching for air.
You start pacing the silence,
memorizing its corners,
finding comfort in its ache.
It does not shout;
it hums—
soft, constant,
like a thought you can’t unlatch from.
And in the famine of recognition,
you stop needing to be seen.
You fold yourself into the absence.
You name the ache familiar.
You name the silence sacred.
You call it love.
Mar 21, 2025
Mar 21, 2025 at 10:22 PM UTC
Why can't you see how bad he can be?
Earlier, he was obviously jealous of you and me
You told me how he had hurt you
You're covering the pain in a fake yellow hue
I try to tell you to please understand
But now it seems my opinions are banned
And I know I shouldn't care, he is your guy
But if you don't listen, I might have to say "bye"
I'm looking for light in your never-ending void
But there's nothing left that you haven't destroyed
So I yell and shout just so you can finally see
That this boy and you, were never meant to be
Sep 25, 2024
Sep 25, 2024 at 9:51 PM UTC
I open my door to the icy cold,
Look up at the moon to see it's no longer full.
I start my walk and notice the ground glitters
It's kind of funny, how black ice likes to shimmer
It wasn't shimmering when I was drifting earlier
Although the thrill and dodge made me shiver,
Invisibility never caused me to quiver
All it gifted me was loneliness and shelter
Does the ice feel the same kind of chill
As it wraps the world in a frozen thrill?
Beneath its glimmer, secrets are concealed,
A dance with shadows, as the moonlight spills.
Nov 30, 2023
Nov 30, 2023 at 8:47 AM UTC
I have a face in the mirror
I know I am there
because I checked
so why do I cut myself
to feel less invisible
Apr 16, 2021
Apr 16, 2021 at 7:32 AM UTC
They all walked on the path that cascades down to a celestial land of light.
I followed them, they looked at me.
Something in their eyes made me feel uncomfortable,
I knew I didn’t fit in.
I walked away to an empty path.
A cold gust of wind sent shivers down my spine.
I looked for light but there was only darkness.
I continued.
Suddenly I could see a light following me but I couldn’t find a source.
I searched but I couldn’t see anything but darkness.
The light followed me.
I stopped looking for the source,
I admired the light.
It shone bright like a cosmic star.
It was never-ending.
I stumbled upon a small pond glistening like a sapphire under the darkness.
Lily pads decorated the pond like a Christmas tree.
I peaked,
I finally saw the light.
It was a reflection: my reflection.
I was the light.
I was like a dog chasing its own tail,
All along I failed to see the light within me.
Nov 2, 2020
Nov 2, 2020 at 10:56 AM UTC
Dark, black, darker
My own hand disappears
Quiet, quieter,
The the silence pains my ear.
Everything becomes distant
As my skin loses it's colour.
I have become invisible.
Is it because I died
And roam as a transparent ghost .
Or is it a leap of humanity
I don't know!
There's pain searing through my body,
And now it's gone.
Memories come rushing back,
A leap of humanity.
My creation, tried on me.
I am invisible,
And I am alive.
I see all
but nobody knows I am around.
It's loud,
The crowd.
I brush past
And someone calls it breeze.
I am forgotten,
I exist no more.
It pains me because now I cry alone ,
No help received,
Because I am invisible
And so is my pain, my sorrow.
I wish to be seen again.
It's dark,
But it's morning.
I see people live,
Invisibility is no bliss.
I am the result of a failed experiment
Which hoped for a better tomorrow.
My hand, I can use it ,
But can't see how it looks.
It pains, more than I thought it would.
It goes dark again ,
But this time it's loud.
I am in the woods,
Why is there an invisible sound.
And then something brushes past me,
A breeze maybe.
But breezes don't speak.
There he stands, I can feel him
There is somebody,
As invisible as I.
His presence,
I can't deny.
A sound, a squishing of leaves
And he becomes as visible as he can be.
I touch and feel an unknown arm,
And in turn I am felt too.
And there stands,
Another invisible being too.
We connect, without even trying,
Invisible humanity,
Can be defined.
We stand,
At the brink of two worlds.
And this one just has the two of us.
My pain is felt,
I am human again,
but in a different way.
Jun 19, 2020
Jun 19, 2020 at 2:21 PM UTC
being ignored doesn't scare me
i'm afraid of people listening
Jan 24, 2020
Jan 24, 2020 at 8:51 PM UTC
I'm invisible
in the café, like a chair –
with an espresso.
Aug 3, 2019
Aug 3, 2019 at 3:29 AM UTC
You ignore me
I still try to talk to you
You never answer
I continue to call
You treat me as if I do not exist
I want to be invisible
The film starts at my fingertips, and slowly slides up to my elbows, past my shoulders, and finally covering my entire face.
The liquid begins to glide down the front of my chest, then speeding down past my waist.
By the time it reaches my knees, I have lost all memory and all feelings
I have nothing.
And when it completely covers me from head to toe, I stay frozen, stationary
Distant from being alive
No one can see me
I am invisible
Sep 1, 2018
Sep 1, 2018 at 11:18 PM UTC
Invisibility isn’t a super power.
It’s a state of being.
It’s being asked if you’re new,
halfway through the school year.
Its sitting by yourself
on the ground, in the hall
during lunch.
Watching group, after group, walk by,
not even noticing you there.
It’s seeing everything,
being everywhere,
but not being seen.
Not truly being there.
No, invisibility isn’t a super power.
Aug 12, 2018
Aug 12, 2018 at 12:15 AM UTC
Sometimes I’d rather be invisible
than be ****** in the spotlight.
No one expects the world,
when you’re living in your own.
So sometimes I’d rather be invisible,
then be noticed. Known.
Jul 29, 2018
Jul 29, 2018 at 1:29 AM UTC
Why do I feel so alone?
Why do I feel like no one understands me?
Why do I feel like no one knows I’m here?
Like I could just disappear and no one would know?
I feel changed, yet
No one notices.
I feel different, yet
No one cares.
I feel numb, yet
No one perceives it.
I open up, but you don’t hear.
I show you my feelings, but you don’t see.
Why do I feel so alone?
Why do I feel like no one understands me?
Why do I feel like no one knows I’m here?
Like I could just disappear and no one would know?
Maybe it’s because I’ve already disappeared.
Maybe I’m
Invisible.
Mar 28, 2018
Mar 28, 2018 at 2:19 PM UTC
I yearn for Silence every day,
Otherwise brimming with the noise
Of all those expectations.
How euphoric it is to sit in quiet,
With my tea cup,
The stack of letters laying ignored to my left,
And be in that liberating solitude.
To watch the wind rustle through the rosemary *** on the porch,
And be utterly nothing
But myself.
There is no pantomime in the stillness,
No role to play in tranquility.
Shirk your persona!
Unshackle that heavy façade!
In the darkness we all release that sigh of relief,
Satisfied by the invisibility,
By the absence of another.
Jan 24, 2018
Jan 24, 2018 at 11:10 AM UTC