#lonelythoughts - Hello Poetry

The gravity feels different now than it did when I was ten. The weight of expectations I carry is heavy, Pressing down on me and adding pounds to my shoulders, Dragging me down with every step I take. I’ve learned to bear it all without falling, But when I’m alone in my room, I allow the weight to drop, Like a thousand tears streaming down my face. It's a relief I can hold onto only for the night, Before I put it all back on in the morning. Sometimes, though, the expectations become too much. Tears don’t solve it; actions do.

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Mar 14

Mar 14, 2026 at 8:02 PM UTC

Lia_7875

The Entropy of Growing Up

The gravity feels different now than it did when I was ten. The weight of expectations I carry is heavy, Pressing down on me and adding pounds to my shoulders, Dragging me down with every step I take. I’ve learned to bear it all without falling, But when I’m alone in my room, I allow the weight to drop, Like a thousand tears streaming down my face. It's a relief I can hold onto only for the night, Before I put it all back on in the morning. Sometimes, though, the expectations become too much. Tears don’t solve it; actions do.

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Silence isn’t empty; It is a heavy velvet curtain pulled across the throat. When no words are said, it feels like someone is yelling, The last words lingering in the air, something left unsaid. It’s something that's here, but it's not. Its blackness is choking the air. It makes it hard to breathe. When we breathe in, it always seems to turn into a sigh. Then you know it’s about to come, the word that breaks the silence. In those few seconds, an eternity has passed.

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Mar 14

Mar 14, 2026 at 7:59 PM UTC

Lia_7875

The Sound of Silence

Silence isn’t empty; It is a heavy velvet curtain pulled across the throat. When no words are said, it feels like someone is yelling, The last words lingering in the air, something left unsaid. It’s something that's here, but it's not. Its blackness is choking the air. It makes it hard to breathe. When we breathe in, it always seems to turn into a sigh. Then you know it’s about to come, the word that breaks the silence. In those few seconds, an eternity has passed.

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I have carried the weight of your shadow since you were small enough to fit in it. You watched me grow as I witnessed your tarnishing. You are like me because you have cracks. We didn’t always have them; they developed over time. Like a flower that blooms only to wither in winter, We, unlike the flower, do not change when spring arrives. Instead, we remain stuck in the hole we fell into. You are the non-living consciousness of myself, still broken and still trying. You know things that others don’t. We have been together for as long as I can remember, You understand my phases, the good and the bad. I love you because we hold secrets that the world will never know.

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Mar 13

Mar 13, 2026 at 8:25 PM UTC

Lia_7875

The Garden of Cracks

I have carried the weight of your shadow since you were small enough to fit in it. You watched me grow as I witnessed your tarnishing. You are like me because you have cracks. We didn’t always have them; they developed over time. Like a flower that blooms only to wither in winter, We, unlike the flower, do not change when spring arrives. Instead, we remain stuck in the hole we fell into. You are the non-living consciousness of myself, still broken and still trying. You know things that others don’t. We have been together for as long as I can remember, You understand my phases, the good and the bad. I love you because we hold secrets that the world will never know.

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I'm a knight, fighting for my king. I'm a king, fighting for my land. I'm a slave, fighting for my rights. I'm a lover, fighting for my love. I'm a fighter, fighting for pride. I'm a goner, fighting for my time. I'm a prisoner, fighting for my release. I'm a freedom fighter, fighting for independence. I'm here, I'm there doing all kinds of crazy things. Living my life merrily, with a beautiful family I built. I'm Richer than the existing numbers. Taller than Mount Everest. Stronger than the mighty elephant. Built like a Greek god. But then, suddenly, I wake up. I'm no one. I'm a nobody. No one notices me. A stranger in a vast, indifferent world. Not special, not like in my dreams. Just a normal human living a normal life, With high expectations, Dreams I can’t stop watching, And too lazy to make them real. Yet here I am, Still breathing, still dreaming, And that is all the fight I have left.

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Feb 22

Feb 22, 2026 at 7:20 AM UTC

Nashyy

Merrily in My Mind

I'm a knight, fighting for my king. I'm a king, fighting for my land. I'm a slave, fighting for my rights. I'm a lover, fighting for my love. I'm a fighter, fighting for pride. I'm a goner, fighting for my time. I'm a prisoner, fighting for my release. I'm a freedom fighter, fighting for independence. I'm here, I'm there doing all kinds of crazy things. Living my life merrily, with a beautiful family I built. I'm Richer than the existing numbers. Taller than Mount Everest. Stronger than the mighty elephant. Built like a Greek god. But then, suddenly, I wake up. I'm no one. I'm a nobody. No one notices me. A stranger in a vast, indifferent world. Not special, not like in my dreams. Just a normal human living a normal life, With high expectations, Dreams I can’t stop watching, And too lazy to make them real. Yet here I am, Still breathing, still dreaming, And that is all the fight I have left.

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When you're sitting in your room with a cigarette in your mouth, Listening to those deep, sad songs, Some people call this emptiness. People sometimes make sadness and emptiness the same thing. But actually, emptiness is something way more complex. You're in the park, watching a happy couple walking hand in hand, Yet you don't feel anything. You're with your friends at a party, laughing and talking, But inside, you don't feel anything. You're in your room. Suddenly, you get a text saying your best friend died. But inside, you feel nothing No sorrow, no anger, Literally nothing. That's emptiness.

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Feb 21

Feb 21, 2026 at 10:49 PM UTC

Nashyy

Emptiness

When you're sitting in your room with a cigarette in your mouth, Listening to those deep, sad songs, Some people call this emptiness. People sometimes make sadness and emptiness the same thing. But actually, emptiness is something way more complex. You're in the park, watching a happy couple walking hand in hand, Yet you don't feel anything. You're with your friends at a party, laughing and talking, But inside, you don't feel anything. You're in your room. Suddenly, you get a text saying your best friend died. But inside, you feel nothing No sorrow, no anger, Literally nothing. That's emptiness.

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I will fade with time Lost in shadows unheard in wind Melted fog on window glass No one will know Just a sad hum flowing hushed low Love demands beauty Endless sacrifice and infinite duty. Couldn't gain anything My mind is a infirtile land only grows sadness Sticky growing massive plant May I pass my lifetime soon ? Hate the way it hurts Emptiness makes me out of breath under lonely moon Lucky people have all mental peace Time never heals Just makes a habit ,mocks how I feel Time never left empty handed Took all of my broken wings If I could see better Dust on my unsent letter God will know today or later My pride being questioned Lost tears i never mentioned I will leave one day When my tears will get dry Numb the way I see the silence Dumb human I feel so much Lonely tears needed a warm hug Yet I broke my buddy coffee mug My end is in every morning When I wake up and find the sun Heart beats within burning hum Death might be beautiful I yearn for Whole my life ..I will wait for The voice of my head Never fades They dissolve in the tears I shed I write the silence no one reads Yet, I will keep giving life to all my pains ..they will live Preserved in my broken poetry.

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Jan 23

Jan 23, 2026 at 2:19 AM UTC

Thesilentobserver

Fading

I will fade with time Lost in shadows unheard in wind Melted fog on window glass No one will know Just a sad hum flowing hushed low Love demands beauty Endless sacrifice and infinite duty. Couldn't gain anything My mind is a infirtile land only grows sadness Sticky growing massive plant May I pass my lifetime soon ? Hate the way it hurts Emptiness makes me out of breath under lonely moon Lucky people have all mental peace Time never heals Just makes a habit ,mocks how I feel Time never left empty handed Took all of my broken wings If I could see better Dust on my unsent letter God will know today or later My pride being questioned Lost tears i never mentioned I will leave one day When my tears will get dry Numb the way I see the silence Dumb human I feel so much Lonely tears needed a warm hug Yet I broke my buddy coffee mug My end is in every morning When I wake up and find the sun Heart beats within burning hum Death might be beautiful I yearn for Whole my life ..I will wait for The voice of my head Never fades They dissolve in the tears I shed I write the silence no one reads Yet, I will keep giving life to all my pains ..they will live Preserved in my broken poetry.

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_Sigh_! It comes like a train — an express line through my thoughts, _no stops, no warnings._ Oh how DEPRESSION clips at my heels, familiar as shadow, unwelcome as memory. Defeated — like sunlight pressed to branches too burdened to bloom. My heart hangs in moss — heavy, strangled in the green silence of old grief. Tears lean like leafless trees, bowed in all directions, yet rooted in a place with no direction — a forest dying quietly, where even the familiar trails feel like ghost roads I no longer recognize. I feel short of worth — like coins counted in silence, never enough to buy the currency of being loved. I glow in daylight, but dusk takes its due — and now I dim with every breath. I try to speak, but end up forcing books down my throat, pages crammed with words I never learned to say. But you’ll never see me cry in public — I’m an island left off every map, burying bottle messages even I won’t recover. I have so much hopeful words for others, but I’m a stack of unread stories to myself; a pen that dries before I can name the ache. And somewhere inside —I find a red box with hidden compartments, each one meant to hold something sacred. But they echo when I open them — _soft, hollow_ reminders that even my soul has forgotten how to fill its space.

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Jul 27, 2025

Jul 27, 2025 at 2:52 PM UTC

OddOdysseyPoet

The Compartments I Can’t Fill

_Sigh_! It comes like a train — an express line through my thoughts, _no stops, no warnings._ Oh how DEPRESSION clips at my heels, familiar as shadow, unwelcome as memory. Defeated — like sunlight pressed to branches too burdened to bloom. My heart hangs in moss — heavy, strangled in the green silence of old grief. Tears lean like leafless trees, bowed in all directions, yet rooted in a place with no direction — a forest dying quietly, where even the familiar trails feel like ghost roads I no longer recognize. I feel short of worth — like coins counted in silence, never enough to buy the currency of being loved. I glow in daylight, but dusk takes its due — and now I dim with every breath. I try to speak, but end up forcing books down my throat, pages crammed with words I never learned to say. But you’ll never see me cry in public — I’m an island left off every map, burying bottle messages even I won’t recover. I have so much hopeful words for others, but I’m a stack of unread stories to myself; a pen that dries before I can name the ache. And somewhere inside —I find a red box with hidden compartments, each one meant to hold something sacred. But they echo when I open them — _soft, hollow_ reminders that even my soul has forgotten how to fill its space.

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I thought I was drowning, but now I realize I’ve been treading water, sure the waves have crashed down on me, water flooding my mouth, but my head stayed high as I bobbed. Now I know I’m drowning, the lights shimmer otherworldly, no longer harsh to my eyes the water is feeling warmer, in my mouth, laying on my lungs, the weight of anxiety and stress---and water, that I can’t expel The sound is no longer deafening, a low hum is building in my ears and the black swirls around my eyes and I am…gone

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Apr 18, 2018

Apr 18, 2018 at 11:58 PM UTC

emb268

late night feelings of a lonely soul

I thought I was drowning, but now I realize I’ve been treading water, sure the waves have crashed down on me, water flooding my mouth, but my head stayed high as I bobbed. Now I know I’m drowning, the lights shimmer otherworldly, no longer harsh to my eyes the water is feeling warmer, in my mouth, laying on my lungs, the weight of anxiety and stress---and water, that I can’t expel The sound is no longer deafening, a low hum is building in my ears and the black swirls around my eyes and I am…gone

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All my friends are made up. They aren't real, they're imaginary. I wish I can just feel, just hear. The voices inside my head are causing me fear. I close my eyes hoping they'd still be there when I open them. I see the streak of light they leave, wish they wouldn't have to leave... It is my only happiness but it's false, not reality.

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Aug 31, 2017

Aug 31, 2017 at 10:17 PM UTC

danielax

Untittled- 01:20

All my friends are made up. They aren't real, they're imaginary. I wish I can just feel, just hear. The voices inside my head are causing me fear. I close my eyes hoping they'd still be there when I open them. I see the streak of light they leave, wish they wouldn't have to leave... It is my only happiness but it's false, not reality.

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I constantly think out a future that will never be.

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Jun 5, 2015

Jun 5, 2015 at 9:51 PM UTC

the-dragon-prince

Ten Words

I constantly think out a future that will never be.

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