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my first instict is to make myself small small enough to disappear small enough to fade away small enough to just turn into nothing sometimes it makes me feel claustrophobic to be this close to myself i would turn myself inside out if that would mean that i take up less space my brain shuts off i get stuck in my brain i cannot speak i cannot express myself emotions turn off i turn to nothingness i often feel like a shell of a person a shell i can retreat into
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Dec 9, 2025
Dec 9, 2025 at 6:42 PM UTC
shell
Her silence speaks louder than any word could. Tubes, charts, and prayers— my love navigates them all.
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Jan 11, 2025
Jan 11, 2025 at 4:13 PM UTC
The Language of Silence
A poem Isn’t directly Poetry, Yet Poetry shall always take A poem’s form No matter what lips, Eyes, Thoughts Or acts Shall stutter it, In the non-verbal closeness As well, If not even more
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Jun 25, 2020
Jun 25, 2020 at 2:46 PM UTC
Gioielli Di Giornale #20
i sit to write but words won't come mind not focusing thoughts not processing hope failing
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Feb 11, 2020
Feb 11, 2020 at 11:41 AM UTC
the not poem
Your tongue speaks The language of my lips Fluently
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Aug 19, 2017
Aug 19, 2017 at 4:38 AM UTC
Bridge
she emits vulnerability slight submission; the makeup of her heart's desire; a secret invitation to a trap, her bait, infallible her every fiber now conspires; the message, slightly cryptic, abandoned at your doorstep on arrival, implies an SOS; a damsel in distress beneath the armored shell of self-sufficiency "come, rescue me from dull security", the cypher says... A one man army now awaiting orders, to deploy along the shores, to breach the borders to conquer every hill, capture every trench, to liberate the thrills, from every inch of flesh The queen within the prison tower now demanding for a siege, for deadly force, relentless power, and no rest till she is free
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Jul 16, 2017
Jul 16, 2017 at 3:43 PM UTC
Negotiations (The Queen, pt.1)
Bored, bored, bored. Talking is an automatic loop, two records play succinctly. She will ask you how do you feel, what has happened since last week. Did you go out Saturday? Did the torrent of anxiety swell up again? Another face Same question My problems are common And yes, there lies the rub. I don't like people I won't **** you, you just confuse me. Conversations have a formula and I've learnt it well. One person says something and you respond, A nod okay A verbal response, great More than one sentence, ah yes, a true natural flow. Easy, No, no It's not, it involves effort A calmed mind And a skip of the heart.
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May 4, 2017
May 4, 2017 at 10:44 PM UTC
Session 4
as we talk around in circles words fall ********** silence
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Apr 22, 2017
Apr 22, 2017 at 3:55 AM UTC
Communing
Holds it tightly Loves it really Loud guitar......,it is quit silly Swiftly paces,while humming   Song With that **** guitar how can he go wrong? A puzzle unsolved   Why the desire Insanity It leads me If volume go higher It's like a addiction, I kid you not To remain by his side Curse is the day I bought Oh silly red guitar Why so attached is he Never will I know It shall stay a mystery....
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Nov 11, 2016
Nov 11, 2016 at 8:12 PM UTC
Silly Loud Red Guitar
Kills me inside Countless the times I cried Wishing for words to be spoken Like an answered prayer to be verbal awoken A frustration,gots me screaming :"what's he feeling and why the reason,God?!" "Is this chastisement with thy almighty rod?!" Not to disrespect,but the pain to bear is deep, I'm not understanding .....so again I weep.
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Nov 6, 2016
Nov 6, 2016 at 11:21 AM UTC
I weep ( Not Selfishy )