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#resignation
NO— a scream silenced. Trembling, tears flowing, a girl stands— amidst similar screams of people. Arms hugging herself, her legs dragging her body out. The street light reflecting on her, like a star that has reached— its end. Ashen birds land on her shoulder, like a sturdy branch she stands. I feel nothing but experienced everything— with her What was I? From her lips curling, until her eyes let out an ocean— I watched everything. Inseparable from her, yet also not— noticed. I was there always, yet not taken seriously. Why? Why do I feel this rage? Am I not just her— shadow that she will never turn to see. Raziel Vale
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Apr 30
Apr 30, 2026 at 1:10 PM UTC
An Unresolved Resignation
Within the darkness there's light. Within the light there's shadows. When someone smiles, they cried once. When she laughs, the coldness in my chest restricts around my heart even harder. I don't know how to make it right. I can't pretend to understand the real workings of fate. What is it that makes this feel so dark, deep, cold and lonely. I don't pretend to understand.
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Mar 13
Mar 13, 2026 at 10:13 PM UTC
We Take Care for the Fleeting Moments
I don’t get it I don’t get it at all What is so great about life? Sure, love but also, cavities. Of-course success, but also struggles. If it's all down to numbers more cavities than love more struggles than successes and worst of the lot, Dinners ALONE at midnight heated in the microwave unevenly; a mouthful of cold chicken with scolding hot rice. What is really the big deal if one word is erased from a dictionary full of words and what is so sacred about any of this if gods aren’t here within us or without. Sure, friends but also, hangovers. of-course Mangoes, but also, Waiting rooms and in my experience more hangovers than friends more waiting rooms than mangoes. If there really are others I wish I could have met you So, we could have understood each other and what all of this means but more silence than music more solitude than solace.
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Mar 13
Mar 13, 2026 at 8:20 AM UTC
Resignation
Never smelled a love, Not even from a thousand yards. I hid it in the quiet part of me, ashamed to see it on a paper, yet I barely feel any guilt at all. The sun is nearly gone, and only the cold moon stays with me. Not angry, not happy, not surprised— just one long, numb face I can’t quite fix. Here comes the wounded owl, and the long, dull night waits for my surrender.
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Nov 29, 2025
Nov 29, 2025 at 12:32 PM UTC
Long Numb Face
He moves through the world quietly, learning to carry weight on his own. Some doors were closed, some never existed, and some he couldn’t keep knocking on. Some moments slip through his hands, others arrive late, much later than he hoped. Shadows of him grow taller every year, making the room too dark to speak. No maps, no signals — just the road, and a tired choice to keep moving anyway.
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Nov 28, 2025
Nov 28, 2025 at 2:05 AM UTC
Shadows Growing Taller
my boss asked me to have a coffee chat with the new girl. talked about goals, progression, settling in — it was the kind that made me proud for having such a great team. two hours later, she quit.
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Sep 28, 2025
Sep 28, 2025 at 1:50 PM UTC
we... had a plan.
I have returned all that I borrowed— the dreams,the heat, the light. I face a narrow,stark tomorrow, and welcome the coming night. I drew a line around my name, a border with no gate. Inside,the rules are not the same: there is no love,no hate. I wonder— if you reached out your hand to me, would it find anything? Or pass through where I used to be, a ghost on winter's wing?
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Sep 19, 2025
Sep 19, 2025 at 11:07 AM UTC
The Circle
Just like ****** predicted The Jews are genocide anyone who disagrees Netanyahu must resign Isreal must fall This isn't about race Its about morals Faith And dignity If the prime minister doesnt accept defeat All Christians of honor Will take to the streets Unite for 1 cause And stand together This regime must fall 1 man or religion should not control the banks Should not get others involved in proxy wars And starve innocent women and children How dare you jews How dare you You woke a sleeping giant As a pure blood Aryan Not racially But statistically Jerusalem your time has come To bring peace back to the holy lands thru strength and honor Not by the hands of a rocket or gun I give you 1 month to apologize Pull out all your troops And eradicate this hate For what you define as Terror You are the terrorists Get a grip on reality As king earth I hold the power to dismantle you And in God's name I will Not from hate But from caring for others well being Health And safety and security globally You have shown since world war 2 Nothing has changed even after my people saved you from speaking German right now Fix this **** before I do Or else...
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Sep 13, 2025
Sep 13, 2025 at 12:40 PM UTC
"The Fall Of Judaism" By: Z
I, I’ve, I, I’ve— I’ve dug a grave Deep into the ground Filled with hail and rain And foul Words that burrow Further Than any other Worm Than any other Word Painted portraits Contorted faces They’re laced With malice And filled With hatred The pictures of the Dead They stare Straight ahead No goal In mind No destination In sight When they give their Final bow How’s the world to Spin around When the weight befalls A fallen tapestry Without a sound Every step you take Is disturbance And breaking of the Silence The wake That resides With The fallen, The silent, The gone.
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Sep 13, 2025
Sep 13, 2025 at 4:48 AM UTC
Less Than Ash, More Than Gold
Another day has folded its wings Yielding graciously to the night; And somewhere out there Love is hiding, While lost hearts seek their guiding light I've seen dark nights when clouds drape the moon And celestial orbs dim their light, And yet there's no darkness that equals The void when Love's hidden from sight Love enjoys playing this merciless game, (Of course, I can only surmise) But Love remains mute when I beckon, And deaf to my heart's wistful cries Ah, but with what mastery it moves, Taunting hearts, leading them astray; Much like that vile serpent of Eden, Love teases, then slithers away Defeated we confront the folly Of our efforts as day unwinds; Sadly, Love's pranks can prove fatal for The heart that seeks, but never finds Love is an alluring game of chance That hides behind its dubious schemes; As for the lovelorn, we must seek our bliss In the secret confines of our dreams
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Aug 24, 2025
Aug 24, 2025 at 7:12 PM UTC
Hide and Seek
🚪 Tell those latecomers, they are too late. No longer welcome. The longing that once burned for them, now sleeps in ashes they cannot revive. Even beauty, once able to undo me, now passes by, unseen, untouched. For what fails to arrive when it’s needed, doesn’t arrive at all. Excessive waiting takes its toll, and the loss is permanent. ⌛️
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Jun 5, 2025
Jun 5, 2025 at 11:44 AM UTC
No Longer Welcome
You never raised your voice, but you never listened, either. I learned to smile while shrinking quieter. I gave and gave until I bent, and still you asked where all the warmth went. It’s not rage— not fire, not storm. Just the slow erosion of keeping form. Tiny cuts, dismissed as small. You said, “Don’t take it personal.” I took it all. Now I nod and pour your tea, but something’s hollow in my chest. You never broke me loudly— you wore me out like all the rest.
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Jun 1, 2025
Jun 1, 2025 at 11:58 AM UTC
The Weight Beneath
One more swell now motionless, Realness from afar, Drifting pointlessly, Into a world of dubiety and falling stars. The apprehension of letting go, A fount of cognizance and angst, With advents of dawn, Seeing through the night, to no more be recast, A future, said to reflect the age, Alight, yet dimming anew, Abaft the scud of clouds, Burning itself out – the sun that never quite withdrew.
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May 24, 2025
May 24, 2025 at 6:35 PM UTC
Longanimity
If I shot at a number line, The chance of hitting it exactly would be 0, Because a line made only of points has no width, And points themselves have no size. So it is impossible to pick a specific point. So if I had, or did, shoot my shot, I’d have no chance, Because she is only his, And he is hers. So it is impossible to shoot my shot at her.
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Apr 29, 2025
Apr 29, 2025 at 2:11 AM UTC
My favorite food is pi
Another song for the Autumn...             A ditty for the pretty things that couldn't stay Seems ******* silly not to smoke 'em all while ya got 'em.                     Gotta find fine shoes                     when you choose the run-away Another song for the Autumn...        A ballad for the beauty that I couldn't frame. Seems pretty stupid not to **** it all; what's not rotten.                But the world's grown tired of singing                And my throat's been beginning to get                                         real sore.                Shot our shots in the dark with some                                           feeling.                 Felt sure that we missed,                 but we don't know what we hit                 A million pieces, unseen, and bare feet                                         on the hard, cold floor Been pretty quiet all Winter.       It's blizzard after blizzard, hugged by static months. Feels kinda funny keeping warm while all nature's freezing                     Chatter teeth 'til they crack—                     cracking bad jokes to no one                         'til the sky stops teasing                                                                   me. Been pretty quiet this Winter.          Been sliding over sidewalks, slugging static shots. Feels sorta futile not to kiss it all long forgotten                But this throat's grown tired of singing                And the world's been beginning to go                                       stark deaf.             Still shoot my shots in the dark with a                                         feeling                Sure I'll only miss.                What would I do if it hit?      A ricocheted round and two feet meet ground after theft.                  I know I'll be nursing this one                                 for a while—                  Lick the sour wound while the                              daylight fades.                  So hit the **** dimmer on your way                                 out the door.                  I'll be fine in the gloam                  'til you find your way home...                  I'll be fine in the dark we                                    shot into.               Pour another one, sweets, in the                                   endless cup.                 I'll be fine in the dim, with my                               separated skin,            until the Springtime comes and I can                            sew this ****** up.
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Mar 23, 2025
Mar 23, 2025 at 5:41 PM UTC
Separated Skin
Another song for the Autumn...             A ditty for the pretty things that couldn't stay Seems ******* silly not to smoke 'em all while ya got 'em.                     Gotta find fine shoes                     when you choose the run-away Another song for the Autumn...        A ballad for the beauty that I couldn't frame. Seems pretty stupid not to **** it all; what's not rotten.                But the world's grown tired of singing                And my throat's been beginning to get                                         real sore.                Shot our shots in the dark with some                                           feeling.                 Felt sure that we missed,                 but we don't know what we hit                 A million pieces, unseen, and bare feet                                         on the hard, cold floor Been pretty quiet all Winter.       It's blizzard after blizzard, hugged by static months. Feels kinda funny keeping warm while all nature's freezing                     Chatter teeth 'til they crack—                     cracking bad jokes to no one                         'til the sky stops teasing                                                                   me. Been pretty quiet this Winter.          Been sliding over sidewalks, slugging static shots. Feels sorta futile not to kiss it all long forgotten                But this throat's grown tired of singing                And the world's been beginning to go                                       stark deaf.             Still shoot my shots in the dark with a                                         feeling                Sure I'll only miss.                What would I do if it hit?      A ricocheted round and two feet meet ground after theft.                  I know I'll be nursing this one                                 for a while—                  Lick the sour wound while the                              daylight fades.                  So hit the **** dimmer on your way                                 out the door.                  I'll be fine in the gloam                  'til you find your way home...                  I'll be fine in the dark we                                    shot into.               Pour another one, sweets, in the                                   endless cup.                 I'll be fine in the dim, with my                               separated skin,            until the Springtime comes and I can                            sew this ****** up.
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I remember that grim spark in your eyes, All the deep scars you'd disguise, Those were all the scars I caused. Hidden past of hate and cries, And our future that I robbed. I saw it even as we'd speak, 'Twas like you accepted defeat. You tried to love me like before, But we both knew it was deceit, You couldn't love me anymore. Even still, you tried your best To forget of all the rest, And be happy with what you had, Even through all the unrest, And all the times I made you sad. Like a dream, we were together, Nothing matters whatsoever! It's like the first day that I met her. But then why... Do I feel this looming foreboding? I knew my victory was fleeting, That past patterns were repeating, But I didn't know that day, Was to be our last replay. I'll never forget your smile, Even though it was denial, I still loved every second of it. Please... Stay with me a while, Don't leave me, just for a while... I remember that hopeless light in your eyes, You knew it was over, and your love dies, I knew I was approaching my demise. I couldn't stop it even if I tried. Now it's my turn to cry. You're gone now, And you are happy. I'm grateful for How much you loved me. Goodbye now to you, to our love, And to the last day you loved me.
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Mar 17, 2025
Mar 17, 2025 at 4:38 AM UTC
The last day you loved me
The darkness is coming, You know this all too well. You can see the drowning sun Feel the breath of the icy wind As the night stretches its claws across the sky The darkness is coming. And there's nothing you can do But watch as the last rays of light shatter And your fragile hope flickers, Fading into ash. The darkness is coming You wait with dread As ink bleeds into the sky, And shadows crawl from the cracks To dance upon your fears. The darkness is coming You fight for your life But the shadows coil around your lungs, Dragging you down, Where your screams are swallowed whole. The darkness is coming And you almost welcome it, Letting it pull you under, Where broken dreams and forgotten prayers Linger in the void. The darkness is coming. So you surrender, Eyes closed, Heart still beating— Waiting for whatever comes next.
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Mar 17, 2025
Mar 17, 2025 at 3:21 AM UTC
Resignation
Time drags its rusted teeth through the hours, carving paths I cannot follow. Four years of severed threads, of reaching through fractures where hands do not meet, where silence swallows what should have been. You were small when I last held you, a weight I could carry, a warmth that fit inside my ribs. Now you rise beyond the edges of my sight, a fire flickering in a room I cannot enter, a voice carried by winds that never return. The world is made of locks, of distances built like cathedrals to the absent. I have screamed at stone, at glass, at paper, at laws that wear no faces, at names that do not bleed. I have torn at the seams of waiting, but limbo does not break" it only watches. Still, I dream in hunger, in fractures of light. A moment where your name is more than a ghost in my mouth, where your laughter does not stretch through wires, through time, through static. One day, I will stand beside you, not as a flicker, not as a whisper, but as something real, something whole. Until then, I build futures in the dark, lay bricks in rooms I have never seen, sculpt a life that may never know me. No force can break what is already broken. No distance can erase what is already fading.
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Feb 22, 2025
Feb 22, 2025 at 10:04 PM UTC
In the Between
I drink when I awaken; I drink until I sleep. I drink for what I should forget, And drink for what I'll keep. I drink for all that I Have lost; I drink for what I've Found. I drink when all my Friends are here, And when they aren't Around. On every morn', I have a drink, To rouse me from My bed, And every night I drink to sleep When I lay down My head. I drink when life Comes over me; And when I wish For death. I drink because The 'sober' me Deserves to not Draw breath. I drink when I feel Happy; And drink when I'm Depressed. And drink to calm my Racing thoughts; Allow my mind A breath. I've drank for over Twenty years; They haven't been The best... I'll drink for long as I am here, And drink until my death.
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Feb 12, 2025
Feb 12, 2025 at 11:51 PM UTC
"I Drink", or "For love of a Bottle"
Everything happens the way that it should [sometimes you just have to wait a bit to see, but even bad can be good if you give it room to breathe. There's nowhere to look but directly at it, and to face what's come be.] It could not have happened any other way, because it happened the way that it did. {You are who you are - and you did what you did - and you're the only place you can be; this the only life you live. There is no other you to compare yourself too. They are a figment. They do not exist.} So you are where you are until you change something, kid. It is what it is. You get what you get, and you get what you give.  (You want it different? Do it differently; otherwise, take it all for what it is: and either change what you need to change, or quit your ******** and settle in. There's Nothing to do about what you did. The choices made are set in stone, forgive yourself and start to dig.)
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Feb 1, 2025
Feb 1, 2025 at 5:38 AM UTC
A Mantra for Self-Acceptance