#severed
There was a day that I watched my own essence split,
And two versions of myself dissected as they emerged
But the first version that was real split and disappeared.
I guess it couldn't live through my tremorous surge.
It was the same day my hands started to disobey,
They kept pulling on a love that wouldn't stay close.
They started acted like my heart was invincible.
They acted like my heart dwelled in a vacant ghost.
I learned the hard way that the eyes tell only lies.
Flipping all we see, even before it's actually observed.
I thought I knew the things that we all assume we know.
I thought I knew my own place on the face of earth.
Then I learned how the world actually curves wrong,
As if it's not a sphere at all, but rather con cave.
Like we were never outside, but inside the hollow.
Intentionally, the eyes fault our perception of shape.
There is a way that my heart has its own thoughts.
Then there's the way that my brain started feeling pain.
I know it by the way my body just begs and begs.
Until it gives up and I crash for the first time in days.
There was a day that I watched my own Essence split.
Two versions of myself dissected as they emerged.
But the first version that was real split and disappeared
This was the day I had to watch my reflection burn.
Or maybe he is me, but we don't want to be seen.
Maybe just buried my light a little too deep.
Maybe I am not filthy cause, no one is clean.
Maybe I'm the only one who is my enemy.
Maybe I was not found, cause I didn't need to be.
Maybe I am not bound just afraid of being free.
Maybe trying to **** my demons is slowly killing me,
Cause maybe I'm not the person that I didn't want to be.
Sep 15, 2025
Sep 15, 2025 at 2:28 AM UTC
Explain
To
Me
h
o
w
I can be
F a L L i Ng aP A r t
AND BE SO numb
I am
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all
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once
Jan 26, 2025
Jan 26, 2025 at 9:07 PM UTC
I feel my phone vibrate
in my jeans pocket
even though it rests
in front of me on the desk
like a severed limb
can still itch
Feb 6, 2024
Feb 6, 2024 at 1:49 PM UTC
And I have severed the bridge,
The bond of the astral soul
To this corporeal form.
Similarly feeling, so far
From all that is tangible.
What I am, I don't know
And the point, in the grand scheme.
A stream of air, a speck of dust
Tiny particles without any meaning
Jun 20, 2023
Jun 20, 2023 at 4:56 PM UTC
I'm stuck; frozen, trapped
as if time has halted
and all is quiet,
not a single thought or whisper lingers,
But the world never stops,
never takes a break for which it so needs,
it never stops,
Only me.
I'm imprisoned in my own mind,
Simply a spectator,
as if the world exists around me,
And no one cares.
At first, I'm frantic -
desperate to escape,
The other side so near
So reachable, tangible almost
But it’s not-
I feel as if I’m slamming my fists
against tall cold glass walls,
But my screams are muffled,
My screams are ignored.
Now I stay silent,
Now I stay hushed
Lifeless and numb,
The world playing with me
Like a girl with a doll.
May 6, 2021
May 6, 2021 at 9:15 AM UTC
May you be unharmed,
You who once gave me my name,
As even the winds change direction,
And the strongest boulders erode over time,
My only wish over this severed bond..
Is for you to be lead to happiness.
To shine, even in the darkest of times.
~ Umi
Mar 5, 2021
Mar 5, 2021 at 8:21 AM UTC
sweet corral
in savage fields
you were to me
salvaged visions
hushed syllables
relayed in gasps
now stilled
and I sang to
this favoured space
place all ages stretch
dance to meadow’s song
but havens don’t last
for spent shepherds
seek sleep too
I face myself
as dark clouds
I saw fomenting
omens of looming
deepening chill told
of friendship's succor
earmarked to go
confronted by
naked and scarred
discarded outcasts
dirges of limbs
parts broken
by storms'
scythes
you stood
beside me
sturdy strong
then winds ceased
and bland tones
transmitted
often
no sunny sky friend
you are but in storms
you see the beaten
traveler's plea
as rains
strip
breath
Mar 28, 2020
Mar 28, 2020 at 6:20 AM UTC
Broken handshakes
Come after whispers.
Silently soft doubts
Summon severed strings
To pluck feathered wings.
A foundation built of stone
Left to crumble alone.
Mar 25, 2020
Mar 25, 2020 at 9:28 PM UTC
Restless nights, restless hearts
Occupied with hobbies and interactions
Bonds forged on course inside and out
Found people who pursued thy arts
Found memories and heartbreaks
I only wish to earn my keep and get out
I know they are but fleeting valuables
But why do they still have a home in me?
And why the door is always unlocked?
Feb 12, 2020
Feb 12, 2020 at 12:51 PM UTC
A thousand strands of
beautiful woven death.
Though they hang like
silk nets holding
the suffocating twine of eternity.
Each one is eventually severed,
and bleached filaments
gather below, static and devoid
of deaths adulation.
What was well kept, is now
discontinued echoes.
No longer the adulation of
obliteration,
just void less inconsequence.
Jul 7, 2019
Jul 7, 2019 at 3:00 PM UTC
sometimes old love,
never went away.
oftentimes it's still there,
but the love is bent and
s e v e r e d.
Mar 30, 2019
Mar 30, 2019 at 8:43 PM UTC
Slander me, expose me; tell them who I really am.
No one can handle me, or control me; I know who I really am.
Disregard all of my endless efforts,
To keep our bond from being severed.
Fighting off the wild dogs,
While you were sleeping in the fog.
Struggling to keep our sails afloat,
You sat pretty and watched me choke.
When I decided it was time to let go,
You didn't take the ropes, you just let the wind blow.
Held on so tight for so long; my hands are bleeding.
The saltwater stings but it's also healing.
Still, I'll take another sip; it keeps me alive,
Even though it slowly kills me at the same time.
Slowly but surely; my favourite way to die.
I savour the taste of every single tear that I cry.
Can't you see these reactions, or hear the words that I've said?
Due to your actions and the words I've been fed.
I loved you so much, I would die for you.
You loved it so much, you'd let me die for you too.
Some people give, and some people take,
And when it's love, it's both hearts that break.
Jan 24, 2019
Jan 24, 2019 at 4:58 PM UTC
eye of storm
feels good
inanely safe
cloak of unreality
supplanting sense
as trap shuts
butterfly hovers
gently
in silken web
rests stupidly
charmed
while harm beckons
illusions numb
cerebral
space
battle weary
instincts spent
on long haul
gusts of
warning winds
ignored
as incongruent
aberrations
unworthy of note
but sword will drop
mayhem eclipse
former state
past suspension
truncated
exposed
as raw reality
severs dreams
barnacled
to beguiling
specious
notion
Jan 1, 2018
Jan 1, 2018 at 6:46 PM UTC
Ligaments are folly for the static movements
that I tender on the world around me.
I'm a puppet that has had its strings severed.
No longer will I stand before a crowd admiring
the swag of free motivation. Now I'm but a flawed
puppet with my useless severed strings lingering.
Once upon a time I was a puppet and I pulled all
my own strings... But now I'm gathering
dust in my self pity, and my strings are now cut.
But even though they are severed, and no longer
dance to my own tunes. I'm no weaker than before!
I'm stronger within myself, I may have fallen but got up.
"We are stronger than we think,
"We just have to pick ourselves up.
"For we are our own weight, that only we can pick up.
Sep 2, 2017
Sep 2, 2017 at 4:08 PM UTC
singing her melodies of torment
hiding in a chamber of lead
awakened and degenerated
yet no one seemed to care
left lies and lost love
pulling the final thread
the heaven's bled a river of red
from the fall of her severed head
Dec 9, 2016
Dec 9, 2016 at 7:59 PM UTC
You’re probably sitting now
With a glass of cabernet
Sprawled on the couch
Reflecting on your day
Maybe the TV
Is humming along
Singing its song
So you don’t have to
Listen to yours.
You’re heavy with
Loneliness and those
guilty pleasures --
candies --
That you hide
A nervous addiction
Denied
Even though you write it out
In wrappers.
I know I do not fail
To flummox you
You hide it well
But I still see through
“The line’s always open,”
is the urging
Too bad I already
Blew out the fuse
Feb 17, 2016
Feb 17, 2016 at 10:16 AM UTC