#postdepression - Hello Poetry

Where I come from - food looks perfect but always tastes watery. Here, cucumber and tomatoes have mineral arteries. Nomadic crypto bros enjoy fruity conversations. French girls showing me apps that map constellations. It's funny how new connections still leave me in solitude. Even when the reasons for leaving home seem to collude. All we see and feel is ultimately our own. Promising futures in our countries have sadly flown. Most seem to be fleeing, rather than becoming. I've never been religious - but this must be my second coming. I enjoy the relief of not weighing anyone's opinion. Living fully, no longer my ego's minion. First nights spent silently at a jazz festival. Instead of hiding and crying - behind my self-built wall. I've been afraid of writing without a broken soul as the source. I hope you find your strength - you too, could do it of course. No need to be like me, leaving everything behind. Maybe just for once, to yourself, simply be kind. I wish I could share this feeling of love. Believe me when I say: your life can in fact fit like a glove.

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Aug 6, 2025

Aug 6, 2025 at 4:15 PM UTC

Kairos-poetry

Bulgaria 2

Where I come from - food looks perfect but always tastes watery. Here, cucumber and tomatoes have mineral arteries. Nomadic crypto bros enjoy fruity conversations. French girls showing me apps that map constellations. It's funny how new connections still leave me in solitude. Even when the reasons for leaving home seem to collude. All we see and feel is ultimately our own. Promising futures in our countries have sadly flown. Most seem to be fleeing, rather than becoming. I've never been religious - but this must be my second coming. I enjoy the relief of not weighing anyone's opinion. Living fully, no longer my ego's minion. First nights spent silently at a jazz festival. Instead of hiding and crying - behind my self-built wall. I've been afraid of writing without a broken soul as the source. I hope you find your strength - you too, could do it of course. No need to be like me, leaving everything behind. Maybe just for once, to yourself, simply be kind. I wish I could share this feeling of love. Believe me when I say: your life can in fact fit like a glove.

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Soft pillows of feathers. Brush my face with ease. For just a moment nothing matters. For a minute, my worries seize. Sheets wave like the oceans. Cover me and cuddle me. Such an unexpected nuance. Just enjoy being free. I really needed this break. This still moment of nothingness. But now I'm back for my own sake. And I finally got to confess. I notice that with being alive again. And my body finally standing on its own. There was a cost I payed for my zen. Chaos emerged, while I was all alone. Even though I didn't move for a while. All my problems are awaiting on a pile.

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Aug 21, 2019

Aug 21, 2019 at 9:48 AM UTC

Keiri

A dark silver lining

Soft pillows of feathers. Brush my face with ease. For just a moment nothing matters. For a minute, my worries seize. Sheets wave like the oceans. Cover me and cuddle me. Such an unexpected nuance. Just enjoy being free. I really needed this break. This still moment of nothingness. But now I'm back for my own sake. And I finally got to confess. I notice that with being alive again. And my body finally standing on its own. There was a cost I payed for my zen. Chaos emerged, while I was all alone. Even though I didn't move for a while. All my problems are awaiting on a pile.

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Imagine if these words meant nothing. This is a blank page. A string of letters is not a word if it is meaningless There's hardly reason to read on. This road is a dead end. There's nowhere left to go. I don't remember what it means to feel. Happiness doesn't exist if emotion isn't real. A world of color hardly exists in the dark. A stagnant river could **** you. Love isn't real if emotion doesn't exist. I checked my pulse and I felt nothing.

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Aug 21, 2018

Aug 21, 2018 at 7:31 AM UTC

painandbrokendreams

formaldehyde

Imagine if these words meant nothing. This is a blank page. A string of letters is not a word if it is meaningless There's hardly reason to read on. This road is a dead end. There's nowhere left to go. I don't remember what it means to feel. Happiness doesn't exist if emotion isn't real. A world of color hardly exists in the dark. A stagnant river could **** you. Love isn't real if emotion doesn't exist. I checked my pulse and I felt nothing.

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She died, she was broken, was muted, and then lived. Her eyes were full yet empty, like a blank paper there was nothing written down. Her heart, filled yet hollow, carved out by pain, sadness and loneliness. She died, she was broken, was muted, and then lived. Her mind never walked away, her mind never got over it. After years, months, weeks and days. How did this happen? How do you live after trauma? How am I supposed to live? She died, she was broken, was muted, and then lived.

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Jul 12, 2018

Jul 12, 2018 at 12:02 PM UTC

lohunn

She is emptied

She died, she was broken, was muted, and then lived. Her eyes were full yet empty, like a blank paper there was nothing written down. Her heart, filled yet hollow, carved out by pain, sadness and loneliness. She died, she was broken, was muted, and then lived. Her mind never walked away, her mind never got over it. After years, months, weeks and days. How did this happen? How do you live after trauma? How am I supposed to live? She died, she was broken, was muted, and then lived.

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