#needsleep - Hello Poetry

"I stare out at the dark ocean under the bright stars, and I feel, I feel Nothing I should be feeling something No butterflies of nostalgia knocking on the inside of my stomach No hazy memories of a first love that I forgot about until you asked No sadness at the brutal death of my month-old hamster Still, I should be all deep and in touch with emotions right now I used to be great at that Ah, those were the days... I could spin any half-baked answer into a philosophical dilemma in minutes and my friends would listen to me so intently, even breaking away to discuss my "ingenious derriere." Oh, I know how to capture that magical feeling of superiority again." *Proceeds to reply to every top comment on Reddit with contradictory statements creating a string of hostile notifications until the account gets banned from the site entirely then stares wistfully at the screen and basks in the buzz of self-importance*

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May 8

May 8, 2026 at 11:14 PM UTC

kiwicanfly

May 8- Wistful

"I stare out at the dark ocean under the bright stars, and I feel, I feel Nothing I should be feeling something No butterflies of nostalgia knocking on the inside of my stomach No hazy memories of a first love that I forgot about until you asked No sadness at the brutal death of my month-old hamster Still, I should be all deep and in touch with emotions right now I used to be great at that Ah, those were the days... I could spin any half-baked answer into a philosophical dilemma in minutes and my friends would listen to me so intently, even breaking away to discuss my "ingenious derriere." Oh, I know how to capture that magical feeling of superiority again." *Proceeds to reply to every top comment on Reddit with contradictory statements creating a string of hostile notifications until the account gets banned from the site entirely then stares wistfully at the screen and basks in the buzz of self-importance*

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Need to sleep... Today... Or maybe tomorrow... The sunflower will grow... And turn its little yellow head... In all directions... With a sense of fear... From any air current... With feels... Amazed... Confused... And there is more... From the absence of the sun... And when it finds no choice or refuge... It will throw itself into your arms... To fall asleep... Yes... Fall asleep... Like my heart... Yes my love... My heart grows... And longs to sleep... In your arms.... hazem al ...

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Jan 10, 2025

Jan 10, 2025 at 1:51 AM UTC

hazem-al-jaber

Need to sleep...

Need to sleep... Today... Or maybe tomorrow... The sunflower will grow... And turn its little yellow head... In all directions... With a sense of fear... From any air current... With feels... Amazed... Confused... And there is more... From the absence of the sun... And when it finds no choice or refuge... It will throw itself into your arms... To fall asleep... Yes... Fall asleep... Like my heart... Yes my love... My heart grows... And longs to sleep... In your arms.... hazem al ...

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As I lie in wake my body wedged between consciences, I dream a dream like no other, a dream of sadness, of happiness, a dream of fear, of peace, yet, I lie Awake And backwards my dreams take, through cobbled streets and ally ways, backyards and worn trails effects spiralling between realms, consciences I cannot tell though as I lie wondering when sleep borrows my soul though a watered down death one that reverses, giving life, forwards, backwards concealed beneath the darkness I lie, awake

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Feb 11, 2019

Feb 11, 2019 at 8:18 PM UTC

antonyme

EKAWA

As I lie in wake my body wedged between consciences, I dream a dream like no other, a dream of sadness, of happiness, a dream of fear, of peace, yet, I lie Awake And backwards my dreams take, through cobbled streets and ally ways, backyards and worn trails effects spiralling between realms, consciences I cannot tell though as I lie wondering when sleep borrows my soul though a watered down death one that reverses, giving life, forwards, backwards concealed beneath the darkness I lie, awake

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To feel the shame of another day? To ask yourself if it was really worth it? What did I do wrong this time? I cant feel my own pulse.. Am I still alive? Should I say I'm sorry? But for what? The demons that fill my mind? They weren't the ones who made me do it. My wrist throbs, time after time again.. Begging for the bite of a blade. I promise again and again that I wont... This time a different story.. I feel my pulse for the first time it seems. Now do I truly know the sweet relief of death..

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Sep 7, 2015

Sep 7, 2015 at 3:57 AM UTC

ThisDarlingDisaster1999

Pulse

To feel the shame of another day? To ask yourself if it was really worth it? What did I do wrong this time? I cant feel my own pulse.. Am I still alive? Should I say I'm sorry? But for what? The demons that fill my mind? They weren't the ones who made me do it. My wrist throbs, time after time again.. Begging for the bite of a blade. I promise again and again that I wont... This time a different story.. I feel my pulse for the first time it seems. Now do I truly know the sweet relief of death..

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Right on the cusp of sleep, warm and cozy and drifting off.... Haha, not happening I'm an American Caucasian heterosexual male and make more than twenty grand a year. Therefore, according to pretty much everybody that isn't republican (God help you) everything wrong in the world is my fault. So sleep is a luxury. Let's proceed down the strangely hate filled and guilt slinging reactionary list. American: invades whoever we want for whatever we want, whenever we want. We'll bomb you back to the stone age and then station fifty thousand ***** dudes with guns in your capitol and force feed you Kentucky Fried Chicken. Caucasian: I may say I hate racism in all it's disgusting forms, but in reality I'm just lying because I want to buy your sister and **** her because I have daddy issues and think ****** was a God. A dude who likes chicks: I only pretend to be a gentleman and sensitive because it gets me in between hott hipster girls thighs, but actually ****** is just another commodity to be sold. I make over minimum wage: I don't really have to scrape to pay my bills, I just live above my means with money I didn't actually make, at a job I don't deserve. The point being that I can't sleep because I can't decide whether to believe what I'm told, what I've seen, or what I actually think is true. Oh, btw I am all of the aforementioned, but I've also never shot an unarmed Muslim kid, or ***** a drunk co-ed because she really wanted it, or bought another human being. In point of fact, people like me are kinda despised by everybody, since the white supremacist bigot bible thumpers accuse us of betraying them and their true calling, and everybody else thinks we're just going with the flow of progressivism because we don't have the ***** to be open about wanting to buy young Thai girls and force them into a brothel. Why can't I sleep? Too much noise. Hate in fact breeds one thing...more Hate.

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Feb 3, 2015

Feb 3, 2015 at 3:33 AM UTC

jon-daniel-shierling

Status Update

Right on the cusp of sleep, warm and cozy and drifting off.... Haha, not happening I'm an American Caucasian heterosexual male and make more than twenty grand a year. Therefore, according to pretty much everybody that isn't republican (God help you) everything wrong in the world is my fault. So sleep is a luxury. Let's proceed down the strangely hate filled and guilt slinging reactionary list. American: invades whoever we want for whatever we want, whenever we want. We'll bomb you back to the stone age and then station fifty thousand ***** dudes with guns in your capitol and force feed you Kentucky Fried Chicken. Caucasian: I may say I hate racism in all it's disgusting forms, but in reality I'm just lying because I want to buy your sister and **** her because I have daddy issues and think ****** was a God. A dude who likes chicks: I only pretend to be a gentleman and sensitive because it gets me in between hott hipster girls thighs, but actually ****** is just another commodity to be sold. I make over minimum wage: I don't really have to scrape to pay my bills, I just live above my means with money I didn't actually make, at a job I don't deserve. The point being that I can't sleep because I can't decide whether to believe what I'm told, what I've seen, or what I actually think is true. Oh, btw I am all of the aforementioned, but I've also never shot an unarmed Muslim kid, or ***** a drunk co-ed because she really wanted it, or bought another human being. In point of fact, people like me are kinda despised by everybody, since the white supremacist bigot bible thumpers accuse us of betraying them and their true calling, and everybody else thinks we're just going with the flow of progressivism because we don't have the ***** to be open about wanting to buy young Thai girls and force them into a brothel. Why can't I sleep? Too much noise. Hate in fact breeds one thing...more Hate.

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