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#lethargy
sunlight has washed itself out overnight silent hours, keeping some to himself now it's grey, like a flatlined beat ignoring rushing white coats while she sits planted in the middle of the hall yawning and then I see my job: to look beyond what's dished up be in the driver's seat and make something good from this day and every day
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Mar 30
Mar 30, 2026 at 8:12 PM UTC
beating the blahs
lethargy seeps into my bones weighing me down laying in my bed mindlessly scrolling on my phone no energy to do anything else my eyelids heavy start to droop bundled in blankets my cat asleep on my pillow maybe I'll give in to the slumber cues even though it's early but sleep is calling my name lethargy covering me in warmth as my eyes flicker shut and I doze off into dreamland
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Dec 23, 2025
Dec 23, 2025 at 8:24 PM UTC
lethargy
(    ) > where drifts the self? frore strath   where stalkers drip their sultry rest   and our shoulders thaw   into the moor of dumb ”Earth”;   > where do the ARROWS lead? to the soft cortège of gut   slunk in eve’s inferring weave;   often whit’s threnode   where bre^th ignores its end > what stirs now?   wearing the guise of lack    [...] ego, and a patch of moss in sombre ”snow”   lurching beyond limbs,   beyond need > when loosens time?   the night clasps  thin as the sigh of origin   and i (and we)   one sunken, shallow leaf;   do not rise / do not recall > none beside?   only the dreary,   detailed fatigue   of being   unmade, unmade... > ▍
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Jul 18, 2025
Jul 18, 2025 at 5:00 PM UTC
interrogatives for our sunken leaf
what a noble endeavour to always appear measured to never loose you cool I've been through it all the turbulent sea the loss and apathy yet I still remain not quite the same not quite insane but getting there wherever that may be across the same sea I was never a strong swimmer not what you'd call a winner but who needs medals or other precious metals they will only weigh you down how heavy is the crown I abdicate my throne would rather be alone you may not think of me as clever but noble is my endeavour
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May 11, 2025
May 11, 2025 at 4:47 PM UTC
Noble Endeavor
I fell asleep outside, on Lisa’s windy, 50th floor terrace. It was indulgent, sensual and lethargic - it crushed. I forgot the time. The sunset was intense, a violent shock of color, like an existential smack in the face. I felt a lot of joy. I’m feeling optimistic. We leave for New Haven tomorrow. I believe in the future. Leeza popped her head out of the glass doors, she was wearing a small, pale, skin bikini, “Wanna go to the (indoor basement) pool?” I stretched like a cat, “Sure,” I purred. . . a song for this: Hit My Heart by BOY Relax by Vacations 8.21.2pm
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Aug 21, 2024
Aug 21, 2024 at 2:12 PM UTC
the terrace
its these winter mornings where any thought of greeting the dawning day with warm thoughts hopeful exuberance and a positive outlook will quickly be silenced along with the birdsong of that overly optimistic alarm that melody so carefully selected to ease consciousness into a brightened state of motivation of joy despised within seconds immediately cut short and resented for its mindless persistence the first excuse a need for another ten minutes of warmth and comfort to prepare for the day for life in general perhaps the second a negotiated concession that there was no real reason to get up early anyway finally uncertain whether in victory    or defeat the alarm will be cancelled completely along with the rest of the day
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Dec 15, 2022
Dec 15, 2022 at 6:52 AM UTC
try not to be alarmed
Buzz of a laughter Feedback numb Nothing no more Just echoes in my ears Blue sky looked on by Macabre eyes The visit passed the limit She sliced off my Heartfelt loneliness Skeptical angels With their cynical remarks Trying to get me to feel Something I don't know what It is a chip of a bird That I once quieted for It is a word of a lover Who must still love me so But there is a churning in me A swirling spiral of nothingness I hear my time is up
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Jul 6, 2020
Jul 6, 2020 at 6:24 AM UTC
Nothing
Doors in my mind A lethargic breeze Shutting them closed Your knocks Interrupting my monologue Of solitude Please go away. I can't, I can't. "Stay." Keep knocking down my words Keep reminding me of my world Keep making me want to Go outside and Face you
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Jul 3, 2020
Jul 3, 2020 at 1:24 AM UTC
Lethargy and You
sadness that sweeps the eyelids into a lead-heavy lethargy, an awake weariness that flicks through every bad thought and pulls me from sleep; like heavy curtains being dragged across the threshold of my vision - where all conscious thought is a bleeding burden. i just lie here waiting; waiting for what? i do not know. all i know is that i cannot sleep.
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May 10, 2020
May 10, 2020 at 8:54 AM UTC
windows to the soul
I’m only myself When I’m depressed Evaporating Into nothingness Out of this world Just a cloud looking down Exasperated Lost in my own town
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Apr 27, 2020
Apr 27, 2020 at 6:45 AM UTC
Myself
It's been a long day. Not as a day that's been filled with worries, but as a day filled with fake smiles plastered together in shallow swathes. It's been a long, long day Even if I feel like this, at least I'm fine If I take a sip of coffee, the coffee's cold If I reach out, will you embrace me? To be honest, I'm not sure what I'm reaching for. The day's cold and the coffee's gone, so I'll leave you with this The shadow of a tree's leaves in the sunlight is warm and gold full where it should be empty and open as a healing wound
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Apr 24, 2020
Apr 24, 2020 at 5:40 PM UTC
It's been a long day
Man of greed and narrow thought whose power holds the lands. By cash alone you compel us all to follow your commands. And willingly for our own needs we see your world as true. Bought blindness to dictate our days on a course that profits you. We close our eyes to the carnage and the killing that you call right. And we pray for something better than greed and a show of might. In our hearts we know your motive and the wrongs that you do. And hope that there is some way we will not need to follow you. You do not pause to think that you could ever be in the wrong. And through your reins of power you drag us right along. I see the world rebelling as by fire nature strikes us back. With those you opposed, in the news, telling of your foolish attack. Fear of what you lose compels you to fight change at all cost. And because we do no better we will all eventually be lost. Many of us have forgotten the simple things that we were taught. Such as trust, morality and right are things that can not be bought. The world when it is sane will come to hate your very name. But by lethargy and greed the next chosen, sure to be just the same.
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Jan 7, 2020
Jan 7, 2020 at 4:41 AM UTC
Politician
I miss myself. She was good, and kind, and Purposeful. She was not a train speeding along on a track, Wind whistling by, Eyes watering and half closed. She walked alongside it, Marveling at the cars Passing by. Now, she is reduced to The lethargy that creeps into her veins And ties her to the car.
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Dec 20, 2019
Dec 20, 2019 at 4:12 PM UTC
Control
Today, I am a cadaver-in-waiting. Cold, stiff and ashen, I am ready for autopsy and entropy.
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Jul 29, 2019
Jul 29, 2019 at 11:04 AM UTC
Wasting Time
I want to scream, I want to cry This ache in my chest is so unbearable I am so very not okay, and I just want to know why. I was perfectly fine, not two days before What was it that tipped the scales this time? I just wish someone would notice That I'm dying inside a little more every day This ache that pulsates inside It's driving me insane It's not something I can ignore, it occupies my every thought Why, oh why, was I made this way? My stomach churns and I want to hide At this point, feeling pain is better anyway This emptiness is saddening and not okay But I nonetheless rake my nails over my skin, hoping to feel anew. You’ve left me, love. There’s nothing left of us here. I’ve felt this a long time coming, but still it hurts now that I know you’re nowhere near. You’re never coming back. Of this much, I’m aware. I just wish you could have noticed My awful descent into this despair. Would you have stayed, if you’d noticed? I doubt it, I swear You seem to have lost your care For this, I despair. I wish someone would notice I’m drowning, I’m dying I can’t seem to breathe. “Keep going!”—instead I wheeze Soft thoughts drift across my diamond mind Unable to escape, this time. I suppose it’s best that no one will notice. I’m the strong one, I can’t afford to despair. No one will notice, this I swear. They mustn’t be aware of how very broken I am. I’m here for them! I will never let them know Vulnerability isn’t an option for me My broken heart, mind, body—this, they will never see. (Would they even care?) “She’ll get through it, she’s stronger than this” “I doubt she wants help, she likes doing things on her own” (In the end, I seriously doubt it.) (After all, we’re all drowning down here.)
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Jul 2, 2019
Jul 2, 2019 at 4:16 PM UTC
I wish someone would notice
I want to scream, I want to cry This ache in my chest is so unbearable I am so very not okay, and I just want to know why. I was perfectly fine, not two days before What was it that tipped the scales this time? I just wish someone would notice That I'm dying inside a little more every day This ache that pulsates inside It's driving me insane It's not something I can ignore, it occupies my every thought Why, oh why, was I made this way? My stomach churns and I want to hide At this point, feeling pain is better anyway This emptiness is saddening and not okay But I nonetheless rake my nails over my skin, hoping to feel anew. You’ve left me, love. There’s nothing left of us here. I’ve felt this a long time coming, but still it hurts now that I know you’re nowhere near. You’re never coming back. Of this much, I’m aware. I just wish you could have noticed My awful descent into this despair. Would you have stayed, if you’d noticed? I doubt it, I swear You seem to have lost your care For this, I despair. I wish someone would notice I’m drowning, I’m dying I can’t seem to breathe. “Keep going!”—instead I wheeze Soft thoughts drift across my diamond mind Unable to escape, this time. I suppose it’s best that no one will notice. I’m the strong one, I can’t afford to despair. No one will notice, this I swear. They mustn’t be aware of how very broken I am. I’m here for them! I will never let them know Vulnerability isn’t an option for me My broken heart, mind, body—this, they will never see. (Would they even care?) “She’ll get through it, she’s stronger than this” “I doubt she wants help, she likes doing things on her own” (In the end, I seriously doubt it.) (After all, we’re all drowning down here.)
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Frozen, completely still White squares on the walls You've seen a thousand times before Innate, familiar, completely new Emanated by blackness Dusted over by disregard The memories of garnered squares Digested like a populous pit Halting your pant for an immense instant Exhale. Ignorance is the way to see them disguised As white squares on the walls You wish you could conveniently forget.
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Apr 8, 2019
Apr 8, 2019 at 9:51 PM UTC
white squares
I hate days like these. My limbs are lead and I can’t seem to make a sound I don’t want to move But I have no “real” excuse. My head is heavy and I struggle to stay awake This is the risk I have to take. I need to get up, I have to move, The ground is so much more comfortable than I would have possibly understood. I hate days like these, but I must keep going, though I can’t describe my desire to stop They will never understand these negativities floating in my head. Tears gather at my eyelids, unshed sadness overpowered by lethargy I cannot move, and I don’t think I want to even if I could I hate days like these, I swear Music blares all around me as I struggle to feel something else Trying to recall a happy memory that isn’t tainted by you. Nothing is okay, nothing is as it seems I smile and hide behind this mask (Let’s face it, they’d never understand) Pretend to be happy when inside I’m close to breaking I can’t give in, I must power through I don’t know if I can, but I must try. I hate days like these. My body is heavy and I wish I could die But even that would take effort that I don’t have I feel like a statue, rusted and unable to feel I don’t know if I can make it My body betrays me, showing a glimpse into my deadened mind I want to ask for help, but know none will come Sympathy is not the same. I hate days like these. They come without my control. I cannot predict them, I cannot prepare They come out of nowhere I feel nothing, I feel pain Physical pain and emotional emptiness This is not what I wanted to do with my day I hate days like these. I have so many plans I need to do, so much I want to experience Why does this happen at the worst of times? Why couldn’t it happen in the solitude of a Saturday, when I have nothing to do and no worries to plague me? Anxiety courses through my mind, but my body won’t respond My brain screams at me, unable to control its vessel I’m not in the drivers seat This is my dilemma, dead and horribly alive all at once.
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Apr 4, 2019
Apr 4, 2019 at 12:32 PM UTC
Days Like These
I hate days like these. My limbs are lead and I can’t seem to make a sound I don’t want to move But I have no “real” excuse. My head is heavy and I struggle to stay awake This is the risk I have to take. I need to get up, I have to move, The ground is so much more comfortable than I would have possibly understood. I hate days like these, but I must keep going, though I can’t describe my desire to stop They will never understand these negativities floating in my head. Tears gather at my eyelids, unshed sadness overpowered by lethargy I cannot move, and I don’t think I want to even if I could I hate days like these, I swear Music blares all around me as I struggle to feel something else Trying to recall a happy memory that isn’t tainted by you. Nothing is okay, nothing is as it seems I smile and hide behind this mask (Let’s face it, they’d never understand) Pretend to be happy when inside I’m close to breaking I can’t give in, I must power through I don’t know if I can, but I must try. I hate days like these. My body is heavy and I wish I could die But even that would take effort that I don’t have I feel like a statue, rusted and unable to feel I don’t know if I can make it My body betrays me, showing a glimpse into my deadened mind I want to ask for help, but know none will come Sympathy is not the same. I hate days like these. They come without my control. I cannot predict them, I cannot prepare They come out of nowhere I feel nothing, I feel pain Physical pain and emotional emptiness This is not what I wanted to do with my day I hate days like these. I have so many plans I need to do, so much I want to experience Why does this happen at the worst of times? Why couldn’t it happen in the solitude of a Saturday, when I have nothing to do and no worries to plague me? Anxiety courses through my mind, but my body won’t respond My brain screams at me, unable to control its vessel I’m not in the drivers seat This is my dilemma, dead and horribly alive all at once.
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They say she has it bad, Taking down the boundaries She never really had, Yes, it’s all a bit lethargic, following what was said, Trailing eyes and messages and the overwhelming dread. Let it down slowly, It’s a phrase she has heard, And maybe they’d realize her turn for the worse, Lethargy, it’s an eight letter word, But it rules the innards and the outer, It’s just something she’s learned.
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Feb 28, 2019
Feb 28, 2019 at 12:16 AM UTC
Lethargy
Over the years, my stomach became the grave of a thousand butterflies. My ribcage filled with moths craving the tiniest amount of light they could possibly find in the dark. So they are poking holes on my flesh by feeding on my nerves, skin and veins. And I let them do it. Deep down I know they won’t stop until I become one of them. And deep down, I don’t mind.
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Feb 27, 2019
Feb 27, 2019 at 4:00 PM UTC
Moths.
Play me a melody that I may slumber. Not to count sheep, more like to feed on the carcass of decaying dreams. For in the lethargy that consumes me knows no awakening. For the sheep no longer jump a cloud they are atop the earth decaying in the nightmares of life's living apprehension.
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Feb 12, 2019
Feb 12, 2019 at 5:47 PM UTC
When Sheep Decay In Our Dreams
I woke up this morning in an America I did not recognize So many years of just drifting, certain of her elasticity her ability to shake off the parasites and naysayers Now I see a buffoon where lesser buffoons have capered Why do I imagine that under that bleached wave, are the numbers 666? Wake up all you who have slept beside me, drifting in the false safety that is not We must dust off our shoes and march again, doggedly and without reservation. We must demand justice and change... peacefully and forcefully. For this nation is one person who stands up and says - "Enough!" My wheelchair and your legs must gather others and refuse to be silent - evermore.
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Nov 5, 2018
Nov 5, 2018 at 5:09 PM UTC
Tyranny
in a mud pit. around my ankles, saddled, slowly advancing. Moving is a lot of effort. tired, I just want to lie yet and let me sink. low, low, low. more into this swamp. my body becomes numb. extreme pressures, now around my ribs suppress breathing attempts. this mist fills my brain and, I cannot even whisper...
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Oct 1, 2018
Oct 1, 2018 at 7:31 PM UTC
quicksand
Sometimes the emptiness is the heaviest The world feels numb Like my connection to the world has long been disconnected Like fingertips sanded away Nerves sleeping The only taste in my mouth is of the food eaten yesterday. I live in a land of suspension Swimming between worlds that don’t want me Stuck as a nomad a child of purgatory
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Aug 25, 2018
Aug 25, 2018 at 11:41 PM UTC
No One From Nowhere