#punkpoetry - Hello Poetry

woke up on tuesday morning, one foot in front of the other. no rush, no hurry— just me, blue and under the weather. i used to find sunshine in so many places, but i lost the best i’ve ever had— and now, the sun feels a little colder now. i wonder whether it gets better. i used to be a goal-getter. now i’m in overdrive, short-term PTSD— nerves wrecked, spirit stretched. so many days crying, wondering if this ever ends— ’cause i’m tired of living a bittersweet story, and tired of being down bad. you were the best— the best i’ve ever had.

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Jul 15, 2025

Jul 15, 2025 at 11:49 PM UTC

joshua-phelps

the best (i've ever had)

woke up on tuesday morning, one foot in front of the other. no rush, no hurry— just me, blue and under the weather. i used to find sunshine in so many places, but i lost the best i’ve ever had— and now, the sun feels a little colder now. i wonder whether it gets better. i used to be a goal-getter. now i’m in overdrive, short-term PTSD— nerves wrecked, spirit stretched. so many days crying, wondering if this ever ends— ’cause i’m tired of living a bittersweet story, and tired of being down bad. you were the best— the best i’ve ever had.

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i try to see the bright side every day, but deep down, i’m scared— my nerves frayed, worn thin like overused threads. i spent years simply surviving, keeping my head low, waiting for the right timing to make it out unscathed. but cuts and scrapes still touch the surface, and the light inside my heart flickers— on repeat. i know what it’s like to feel something, but life isn’t fair, and the pain i bear makes me question: will i remain broken forever? or will i break free from this cycle— free from the fear— and like a phoenix, take flight, rise from the ashes, and finally fix my broken heart?

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Jun 29, 2025

Jun 29, 2025 at 7:27 AM UTC

joshua-phelps

THE PHOENIX

i try to see the bright side every day, but deep down, i’m scared— my nerves frayed, worn thin like overused threads. i spent years simply surviving, keeping my head low, waiting for the right timing to make it out unscathed. but cuts and scrapes still touch the surface, and the light inside my heart flickers— on repeat. i know what it’s like to feel something, but life isn’t fair, and the pain i bear makes me question: will i remain broken forever? or will i break free from this cycle— free from the fear— and like a phoenix, take flight, rise from the ashes, and finally fix my broken heart?

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like a car crash, explosions fill my head emotional wreckage— thoughts tangled in dread am i the problem? or are they projecting instead? i let go of the wheel just to feel something— go off the rails, ’cause sanity feels surreal. am i the problem? or just trapped in my head? because dealing with this is harder than i ever imagined.

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Jun 13, 2025

Jun 13, 2025 at 2:01 PM UTC

joshua-phelps

AM I THE PROBLEM?

like a car crash, explosions fill my head emotional wreckage— thoughts tangled in dread am i the problem? or are they projecting instead? i let go of the wheel just to feel something— go off the rails, ’cause sanity feels surreal. am i the problem? or just trapped in my head? because dealing with this is harder than i ever imagined.

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waking up in a haze, state of delirium— where am i at? i look in the mirror and see a reflection of someone i used to know. i need a place to escape— all i wanted was to protect my peace and be safe. the waves come and go, emotional instability, barreling toward insecurity: here i go. all i wanted was only love— but that was taken away, and i’m left with all the blame. you say i broke you down— but all i ever wanted was to build us up— and the foundation was shaky ground. waking up in a haze, i fight to stay awake. please, god, let the rain wash away— and take away my pain. because i don’t want to go another day getting carried away.

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Jun 13, 2025

Jun 13, 2025 at 3:25 AM UTC

joshua-phelps

WASH AWAY THE PAIN

waking up in a haze, state of delirium— where am i at? i look in the mirror and see a reflection of someone i used to know. i need a place to escape— all i wanted was to protect my peace and be safe. the waves come and go, emotional instability, barreling toward insecurity: here i go. all i wanted was only love— but that was taken away, and i’m left with all the blame. you say i broke you down— but all i ever wanted was to build us up— and the foundation was shaky ground. waking up in a haze, i fight to stay awake. please, god, let the rain wash away— and take away my pain. because i don’t want to go another day getting carried away.

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call me, tell me how i wronged you— paint me as the villain, but we’re both living in sin. you take this like an attack, like i’ll let you down one last time. but listen— there’s nothing left to lose, and no one’s in the right this time. i rose from the coffin i buried myself in. got tired of searching for miracles, 'cause all i'm left with are endings gone bad. and i’m so **** tired of spiraling again. so when i told you i needed space— the last thing i wanted was to hear from you.

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Jun 13, 2025

Jun 13, 2025 at 2:54 AM UTC

joshua-phelps

NO RIGHT THIS TIME

call me, tell me how i wronged you— paint me as the villain, but we’re both living in sin. you take this like an attack, like i’ll let you down one last time. but listen— there’s nothing left to lose, and no one’s in the right this time. i rose from the coffin i buried myself in. got tired of searching for miracles, 'cause all i'm left with are endings gone bad. and i’m so **** tired of spiraling again. so when i told you i needed space— the last thing i wanted was to hear from you.

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tear and thrash, create, then crash— no meaning left, no faith, just ash. am i the only one who feels under the gun? i’ve fought for something more, rose from flames, still wanting more. i’ve endured all i could endure— and now all i see is blood in my eyes. but i’m not giving up yet. i’m already broken— but i’m not gone. how do i go on when nothing feels right? i stare into the sun just to steal some light. you’re not the only one falling from the sky— but how can i be strong when you keep singing goodbye?

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Jun 13, 2025

Jun 13, 2025 at 2:25 AM UTC

joshua-phelps

FIGHT FOR SOMETHING MORE

tear and thrash, create, then crash— no meaning left, no faith, just ash. am i the only one who feels under the gun? i’ve fought for something more, rose from flames, still wanting more. i’ve endured all i could endure— and now all i see is blood in my eyes. but i’m not giving up yet. i’m already broken— but i’m not gone. how do i go on when nothing feels right? i stare into the sun just to steal some light. you’re not the only one falling from the sky— but how can i be strong when you keep singing goodbye?

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take two, and let the cameras roll— flip the script, you tried to rewrite the blame. but the lens is cracked, the angles don’t lie, and this story won’t end the same. let’s move past the charade— acting only works until the mask falls away. we’re both to blame, but only one kept staging the pain. i could pretend, but this is the end— a close-up on the fallout of the reckless and the brave. take two— lights, camera, reaction. this is my scene now, my cut, MY flame. and you can’t steal the spotlight from me again.

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Jun 13, 2025

Jun 13, 2025 at 1:25 AM UTC

joshua-phelps

bang, blame, exit frame

take two, and let the cameras roll— flip the script, you tried to rewrite the blame. but the lens is cracked, the angles don’t lie, and this story won’t end the same. let’s move past the charade— acting only works until the mask falls away. we’re both to blame, but only one kept staging the pain. i could pretend, but this is the end— a close-up on the fallout of the reckless and the brave. take two— lights, camera, reaction. this is my scene now, my cut, MY flame. and you can’t steal the spotlight from me again.

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where is all the compassion? the empathy? oh, humanity— what a disaster. left me dumbstruck. the world’s spiraling faster and faster into a freefall of selfishness and carelessness. we’re supposed to move forward— so why’s everyone racing back in time? do you like what you’ve become? do you even remember what it’s like to feel something? it’s dumb luck expecting people to wake up when they’re already dead inside. i can’t believe it— they’re so hollow. but i won’t be the one to follow, won’t fall in line. all it takes is a little compassion. a little understanding. so next time you open your mouth— be kind.

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May 15, 2025

May 15, 2025 at 2:00 AM UTC

joshua-phelps

be kind (oh, humanity!)

where is all the compassion? the empathy? oh, humanity— what a disaster. left me dumbstruck. the world’s spiraling faster and faster into a freefall of selfishness and carelessness. we’re supposed to move forward— so why’s everyone racing back in time? do you like what you’ve become? do you even remember what it’s like to feel something? it’s dumb luck expecting people to wake up when they’re already dead inside. i can’t believe it— they’re so hollow. but i won’t be the one to follow, won’t fall in line. all it takes is a little compassion. a little understanding. so next time you open your mouth— be kind.

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out of the ashes and into the sky from the depths of deception a hero shall rise wings once torn now flying high once torn by the world's weight hope lost, again found burned by the flames scorched by the sun a voice speaking of what is to come

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Dec 17, 2015

Dec 17, 2015 at 3:26 AM UTC

moji-k

rise

out of the ashes and into the sky from the depths of deception a hero shall rise wings once torn now flying high once torn by the world's weight hope lost, again found burned by the flames scorched by the sun a voice speaking of what is to come

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black infection encrusted society shifty figurehead sightless humanity labelled multitudes open forgery smokescreen to the social order decomposing culture dead camaraderie

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Dec 15, 2015

Dec 15, 2015 at 7:18 AM UTC

moji-k

smokescreen

black infection encrusted society shifty figurehead sightless humanity labelled multitudes open forgery smokescreen to the social order decomposing culture dead camaraderie

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