#schadenfreude - Hello Poetry

six months after leaving home, i returned for the holidays. it wasn’t the warmth that stayed with me but the shortage of praise. i didn’t expect it — i didn’t expect anything, just a friendly check-in. i was surprised to learn that the people i worked with, part of the reason i left, were so smothered by their own bitterness they wished for me to fail — to run back home after a few weeks, admit the dream was too silly, too frail. they didn’t hate me, just my courage — that i dared to refine my life while theirs stayed the same. busy in a world i could call mine, i remained gone and let their silence become my applause.

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Sep 21, 2025

Sep 21, 2025 at 4:27 AM UTC

kortuvalentinepoetry

place your bets.

six months after leaving home, i returned for the holidays. it wasn’t the warmth that stayed with me but the shortage of praise. i didn’t expect it — i didn’t expect anything, just a friendly check-in. i was surprised to learn that the people i worked with, part of the reason i left, were so smothered by their own bitterness they wished for me to fail — to run back home after a few weeks, admit the dream was too silly, too frail. they didn’t hate me, just my courage — that i dared to refine my life while theirs stayed the same. busy in a world i could call mine, i remained gone and let their silence become my applause.

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520 000 is Unjust 520 000 + 1 is unjustly better.

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Oct 2, 2020

Oct 2, 2020 at 10:02 AM UTC

francie-lynch

Epicaricacy

520 000 is Unjust 520 000 + 1 is unjustly better.

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The love of the dark, The longing of the emptiness, The sense of calmness in the sleepless nights, Where else can I find such peace than seeing the coming. Head sunk in thoughts, To the paper beneath my fist, With the smoke from the cigarette, That would be what I write about. I did not write to reach people, But to step away from them, Continuously struggling away from attachments, Even if its the right one. Anyone could be a hero, Its the day by day action is my kryptonite, Repeating the same routine, That shall be the death of me. -HIY

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Jul 8, 2016

Jul 8, 2016 at 9:34 AM UTC

yusof-asnan

The hero and his kryptonite

The love of the dark, The longing of the emptiness, The sense of calmness in the sleepless nights, Where else can I find such peace than seeing the coming. Head sunk in thoughts, To the paper beneath my fist, With the smoke from the cigarette, That would be what I write about. I did not write to reach people, But to step away from them, Continuously struggling away from attachments, Even if its the right one. Anyone could be a hero, Its the day by day action is my kryptonite, Repeating the same routine, That shall be the death of me. -HIY

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You stabbed me with invented labels a game of hearsay growing from now and then to vent away daily coming from nowhere going with swearing questions you didn't wear answers to steely eyes sharpened to sustain injuries gaping with a thin quit-then gleam I endured your cleaver in my gut instinct's distraction from your quiet inner keyhole enjoying picking arguments with any scabs from scratch to ****** turning the skeleton lock ever tighter urging on the surge of red to efface that once kissed every goodbye all ****** traces of love until it fell pale under the pressure low wounds gasped “bereft” and my open heart closed unconditional for critical surgery

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Jul 18, 2014

Jul 18, 2014 at 11:38 PM UTC

anthony-williams

A Schadenfreude to Love

You stabbed me with invented labels a game of hearsay growing from now and then to vent away daily coming from nowhere going with swearing questions you didn't wear answers to steely eyes sharpened to sustain injuries gaping with a thin quit-then gleam I endured your cleaver in my gut instinct's distraction from your quiet inner keyhole enjoying picking arguments with any scabs from scratch to ****** turning the skeleton lock ever tighter urging on the surge of red to efface that once kissed every goodbye all ****** traces of love until it fell pale under the pressure low wounds gasped “bereft” and my open heart closed unconditional for critical surgery

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Were we deaf to the rules How would we enjoy The sweet sound they make We they break

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Jun 7, 2014

Jun 7, 2014 at 9:29 AM UTC

danny-hefer

Unrule

Were we deaf to the rules How would we enjoy The sweet sound they make We they break

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That is how they live That is how this works For they do see the agony In our eyes But they revel in the feeling of Schadenfreude What causes one's tear Makes the other smile But this is how the world works There is agony to every soul Pain behind every smile. That is what sustains the world That is what makes it worth the while It may be the devil's evil thought But nobody ever gets caught Cause its just a feeling, this Schadenfreude The place where they talk The place that they reveal ***** secrets Is the place that nurses this feeling Is the place, noone should be Seen lurking in.. For then you can't hide Behind ur hypocrisy Where u say u r happy for the world But actually their pain is ur ecstacy For now u feel exposed It is lifted, the cloak You wore everyday as u reveled In the feeling called Schadenfreude.

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May 2, 2014

May 2, 2014 at 6:46 AM UTC

SanayaSen

Schadenfreude

That is how they live That is how this works For they do see the agony In our eyes But they revel in the feeling of Schadenfreude What causes one's tear Makes the other smile But this is how the world works There is agony to every soul Pain behind every smile. That is what sustains the world That is what makes it worth the while It may be the devil's evil thought But nobody ever gets caught Cause its just a feeling, this Schadenfreude The place where they talk The place that they reveal ***** secrets Is the place that nurses this feeling Is the place, noone should be Seen lurking in.. For then you can't hide Behind ur hypocrisy Where u say u r happy for the world But actually their pain is ur ecstacy For now u feel exposed It is lifted, the cloak You wore everyday as u reveled In the feeling called Schadenfreude.

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