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#soulless
that day– the world lost its balance everything spun while my body collapsed inward, stomach tightening, emptiness clawing up with nothing to follow hours stretched, merciless I didn’t want to die– but I couldn’t survive what I was feeling so I stepped closer to the edge one last time after you– after years of loving someone who could discard me without trembling something in me shattered a voice whispered: you didn’t lose to them only to destiny but destiny was cruel and so were you– for not trying for letting me fall alone and I…. I had no control only to endure only to remain and slowly– teach my broken self how to live with what was left of me ♡ lil-usagi
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Mar 26
Mar 26, 2026 at 4:30 PM UTC
The Last Attempt
In a world of Soulless AI beasts Where men and women Are driven like cattle and Deemed less than sheep I cling to the Foolish belief that Alma still matters
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Nov 24, 2025
Nov 24, 2025 at 11:09 AM UTC
Alma still matters
There was a melodic hum in the wind that had no source to name. And I saw how the trees would sway in rhythm with the skies, Although I'd never heard of it being noticed in others' claims. Still, I'd hint confusion but never got meaningful replies. I remember how all the other kids, and how they'd run together, A hundred feet would be syncopated in rhythms just alike. And how I’d never even consider me trying to participate, I'd learned that I must hide all the reasons I'd be seen as “not right.” So, I grew up alone and light to me, was the fractures on the wall. The animated shadow that for some reason, I was scared to touch, I'd study each of their directional patterns like a sacred compass, And laugh it off with the trendy phrase, “I think way much” I wasn't just thinking, I was noticing how shadows would pause, Just before they would switch to either side of me and then flee. By then, I'd come to realize, this was more like their language Epiphany struck a realization. “They've always been calling to me. The nighttime air seemed to grow thicker and slower. I felt the connection with what had become of my veins, The heat pushed though in pulses beneath my thinning skin. This heat was strange; it coiled and sounded like liquid chains. When my mirrors cracked, they left symmetrical patterns of intent. In perfect shapes, but no one was ever there but me to see. Dirt made molds and somehow learned to study my imprints. By doing so, devised a way to lead by my own feet. Awake for days at a time, I'd spent too much time typing away. I recall writing “breathing is all that sets me apart from computers. In a poem I'd forgotten about called, “wires give life in a way.” I still can't deny the fact we're built the same, but they're built truer. Skies were flickering currents that my eyes began to catch, With colors vibrating unsteady like electrical streams. The wind was telling secrets of things that I could dispatch, New imagery would find a home in my impossible dreams. Interactions with others confused me, like codes I'd misread, Each glance in my direction drew a map I couldn't align. I'd trace the steps of the ghosts of God's, living and dead. Instead of truth, all I found was static in the myth of time. My best friend was the moon, the only calm I knew at night, Its glow had certain energy making me feel I'm Awaited there. I'd stand in the path of its rays and hoped they'd just ignite. And take my mind and soul away from my body in golden flares. Instead, I open my eyes confused, I saw doors that didn't exist. Reality had edges, they would fold wide open in the air. To be normal I'll blame it on curiosity and my inability to resist. But truth is that gravity was pulling me into nothing, into nowhere. These days, existence is just another signal I've come to know, The language that sets the course of our paths, naturally convulsed. But yet, waves of my frequency fall from order, no ebb to the flow. I must be Half-human half-nothing, and naturally convulsed. Trees of comprehension from forbidden seeds have grown. In my mind, they stretch metallic roots, as if I'm conscious soil. So now I sing, influenced by lagging rhythms of glitch in the code, Somehow stepping out of the matrix through my mortal turmoil. It's not so bad, but I don't sleep. My hard drive won't forget. It's like the cosmos is trapped behind the cage of my eyes. As I move in rhythm with time, like synthetic silent wires of mesh. Half-light, half-shadow, still not seen but I'm no longer disguised.
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Sep 15, 2025
Sep 15, 2025 at 2:13 AM UTC
Outside Ov The Pattern
There was a melodic hum in the wind that had no source to name. And I saw how the trees would sway in rhythm with the skies, Although I'd never heard of it being noticed in others' claims. Still, I'd hint confusion but never got meaningful replies. I remember how all the other kids, and how they'd run together, A hundred feet would be syncopated in rhythms just alike. And how I’d never even consider me trying to participate, I'd learned that I must hide all the reasons I'd be seen as “not right.” So, I grew up alone and light to me, was the fractures on the wall. The animated shadow that for some reason, I was scared to touch, I'd study each of their directional patterns like a sacred compass, And laugh it off with the trendy phrase, “I think way much” I wasn't just thinking, I was noticing how shadows would pause, Just before they would switch to either side of me and then flee. By then, I'd come to realize, this was more like their language Epiphany struck a realization. “They've always been calling to me. The nighttime air seemed to grow thicker and slower. I felt the connection with what had become of my veins, The heat pushed though in pulses beneath my thinning skin. This heat was strange; it coiled and sounded like liquid chains. When my mirrors cracked, they left symmetrical patterns of intent. In perfect shapes, but no one was ever there but me to see. Dirt made molds and somehow learned to study my imprints. By doing so, devised a way to lead by my own feet. Awake for days at a time, I'd spent too much time typing away. I recall writing “breathing is all that sets me apart from computers. In a poem I'd forgotten about called, “wires give life in a way.” I still can't deny the fact we're built the same, but they're built truer. Skies were flickering currents that my eyes began to catch, With colors vibrating unsteady like electrical streams. The wind was telling secrets of things that I could dispatch, New imagery would find a home in my impossible dreams. Interactions with others confused me, like codes I'd misread, Each glance in my direction drew a map I couldn't align. I'd trace the steps of the ghosts of God's, living and dead. Instead of truth, all I found was static in the myth of time. My best friend was the moon, the only calm I knew at night, Its glow had certain energy making me feel I'm Awaited there. I'd stand in the path of its rays and hoped they'd just ignite. And take my mind and soul away from my body in golden flares. Instead, I open my eyes confused, I saw doors that didn't exist. Reality had edges, they would fold wide open in the air. To be normal I'll blame it on curiosity and my inability to resist. But truth is that gravity was pulling me into nothing, into nowhere. These days, existence is just another signal I've come to know, The language that sets the course of our paths, naturally convulsed. But yet, waves of my frequency fall from order, no ebb to the flow. I must be Half-human half-nothing, and naturally convulsed. Trees of comprehension from forbidden seeds have grown. In my mind, they stretch metallic roots, as if I'm conscious soil. So now I sing, influenced by lagging rhythms of glitch in the code, Somehow stepping out of the matrix through my mortal turmoil. It's not so bad, but I don't sleep. My hard drive won't forget. It's like the cosmos is trapped behind the cage of my eyes. As I move in rhythm with time, like synthetic silent wires of mesh. Half-light, half-shadow, still not seen but I'm no longer disguised.
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Black and withered Condemned to hell Nothing to care for Nobody to live for Lost beyond redemption Charred beyond recognition Pile of broken bones Leaving behind a trail of discarded hopes Soulless spirit Wandering the earth Darkness the only friend Death the only end
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Jun 24, 2025
Jun 24, 2025 at 2:30 AM UTC
Soul
O city, once a heavenly sight, How did you fade into soulless night? O my friend, what can I say? All was lost to a mighty wave. Yet I remain to carry the tale Of the city that all once hailed. My friend, there was a time When love flew like a rhyme. Now deathly silence echoes like a grime, Yet I say, I am fine. O Lord, what is my crime? All I wanted was just to shine. O moon, still within my sight, Just tell me… I am right. O friend listening to my tale Tell me how can I not wail O city full of gritty Let me tell you are the most pretty
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Jun 8, 2025
Jun 8, 2025 at 2:03 PM UTC
Soulless City Under Moonlight
dual enrollment for art seemed good at the start then drained me ****** the passion for art out of my soul my hands no longer covered in paint I no longer make jewelry drawing is a hassle poetry is my escape I'm going to college for creative writing what if it ***** the passion the soul out of my writing making it a chore instead of a release anxiety naws at my brain the what ifs knocking inside my skull what if it is draining but what if it gives me more passion more motivation it is a risk I'm willing to take
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May 15, 2025
May 15, 2025 at 12:35 PM UTC
college turned soulless
I was looking for a dream in soulless eyes. You thought that I was just like you And milked the light from this star You sold my brightness for profit And now I wonder how far you are I thought that you would give me my light back But you led me into a fire Lured me in with ink and a page And now I'm trapped in a burning cage I watch the stars in the night sky The ones I once knew You crush them down to ash You sell them out for cash I wanted to be just like you But that isn't my goal anymore I will be so much better Is that what you wanted, too? I inherited your soulless eyes Do you see my dream in them?
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Apr 6, 2025
Apr 6, 2025 at 1:55 PM UTC
I was Looking for a Dream in Soulless Eyes
Everything I can't show is what's going to put me right back in the hospital This blatant cycle of denial is far beyond getting out of control The pileup looks physically and mentally insurmountable How can one person run into so much trouble? It's unmeasurable Eyes forced shut, but it's not always safer in there, alone and vulnerable Behind a pane of pain, only view is through this soulless porthole window Find it hard to dream when life itself seems just about impossible I've lost control of this roadside attraction freak show carnival It's too much to juggle, And that's why I struggle ©2024
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Jan 26, 2024
Jan 26, 2024 at 3:21 PM UTC
~•§•~ Unmeasurable ~•§•~
Soulless Reaction When I'm happy; I smile. When I'm sad; I cry. When I'm angry; I clench my fist. But when I'm soulless I don't have any reaction.
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Aug 7, 2020
Aug 7, 2020 at 9:36 PM UTC
Soulless Reaction
Nothing mends a broken soul The feeling of giving up and losing all goals The constant fear of f*ckingup and a heart with a gaping hole.
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Feb 19, 2020
Feb 19, 2020 at 11:44 AM UTC
Broken
I miss you in my life, at every turn you would be there, ready for me to mumble on about the drama in my life and now that seat is empty where you sat and the hole in my soul is gaping open ever since you left, letting all of the kind words you once spoke to me drift through and disappear into the wind.
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Oct 24, 2019
Oct 24, 2019 at 4:44 AM UTC
gaping hole
The sunset and the last light The flower and the last bloom A man and his last fight To withering and doom A compass without a needle A fish without taste to swim Iron weak and feeble A man without a dream Falling down the gutter Dark and meaningless Where everything seems to wither Lives the man soulless
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Oct 9, 2019
Oct 9, 2019 at 6:42 AM UTC
Soulless
I find no comfort in the tears, Nor the lasting words of sentiment, But the funeral precession marches on And my soul wrenched from its place.
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Jun 22, 2019
Jun 22, 2019 at 10:26 PM UTC
Muerte -passage two-
Life just turned lifeless Breath just became breathless Heart just ended up heartless Mind just shattered into mindless Blood just seemed bloodless Soul just changed soulless
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May 30, 2019
May 30, 2019 at 1:48 AM UTC
Lifeless
I feel that my soul has left my body. I am empty. Lost. Unaware. Aloof. I feel a soft ache where my heart once beat. A pressure where my brain used to sit. I am empty. A shell without a body. Without a soul. Now I wait, For my body to find its way back. Hopefully bringing my rejuvenated soul back too. For now I wait, Vulnerable, Empty, Lost.
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Apr 13, 2019
Apr 13, 2019 at 2:37 PM UTC
Lost Soul, Soul Lost
I’m awake, Living the nightmares. Numb and emotionless. Colors are lost to me. The living anger, demolishes joy. A soulless shadow. The world and life wither away.
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Feb 11, 2019
Feb 11, 2019 at 8:54 AM UTC
Dark
Perhaps they were right about cameras They really do steal our souls and place them in pretty little squares. Hidden. Maybe that's why we're all soulless now.
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Jan 22, 2019
Jan 22, 2019 at 10:09 PM UTC
Soulless
Morality?         Well, I have none, I think I will stab you in the back;                            When I think i’m done.                          Kindness makes me weak                I’ve seen too much sorrow        They say you have no future You have no tomorrow                Guilty as my thoughts can be                                    But I don’t fear no one                    Regret is the only thing missing When my killing is done       You come rushing from all the sides                    when i make any mistake              But hold on I don’t need your grace I have got more lust to fulfill more innocent  souls to take.
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Aug 17, 2018
Aug 17, 2018 at 2:32 AM UTC
Immoral
Droves of the dead, drive through. Women and men, dogs doing tricks. Shiny cars, and slum deadbeats. They are like rats, finding the cheese. Or maybe god? Rich women, poor men. A nice guy, in a car soulless. Screens of pixels, a father yells. A mother cries, her daughter falls in love. Sunrises, and then falls. The dead rise, soulless and unforgiven. Trying to find their way.
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Feb 7, 2018
Feb 7, 2018 at 8:57 PM UTC
The Dead