#tiredness
I see your absent gaze
Your indecent attempt
to try reconciliation.
I admire your courage in pursuing your profession, but I know that
even after decades of searching for it
you will never find a single drop of meaning.
exit-
Mar 28
Mar 28, 2026 at 9:40 PM UTC
I’m drained
My strength lessen
Too tired to continue
I want to give up
But my heart won’t stop beating for my deepest desires
My eyes won’t stop seeing me as the future of fashion and searching for more
My legs won’t stop walking or crawling
Even my pen won’t writing
I’m tired
My heart
My eyes
My legs and my pens won’t stop telling me I can’t stop until my dreams come true
Jul 8, 2025
Jul 8, 2025 at 5:45 AM UTC
I am tired from tomorrow…
Its not even here yet.
Tired from yesterday…
Its not even here anymore.
I am tired.
🌂
May 22, 2025
May 22, 2025 at 1:34 PM UTC
hotly simmering in my veins,
just beneath the surface.
i'll have it any other way.
making small talk,
i'm acting as if i'm not adraid.
but i'm oh-so sick of
the talking, dancing around, ghosting.
rinse n' repeat,
i'm gonna keep this away.
but i want it,
but any other way.
'cause it's so nauseating
chatting, smiling, being a little flirt,
then curling up in bed.
and it is still simmering hotly, in my veins.
i'm on edge,
this i must confess.
i want, no i need to hold her face
i need the stars aligned today,
the cosmos leads my fate
and i need her in this place.
'cause it's blue and gray in here,
but she's my sunflower
could order the sun to face her,
such greatness...
and i would kneel for her, would stand by her,
would leave the rest away.
so i'll have it any other way...
Feb 14, 2025
Feb 14, 2025 at 8:29 AM UTC
Sitting in my room,
time drags, slow and heavy.
Is this what it means to mature?
Sitting, studying, working—
or does the weight of it make me feel grown?
I feel tired,
yet the hours demand more.
Working, working...
this night stretches long,
a weary silence pressing in.
Barking sounds stir me—
had I drifted off?
Is this what it means to mature?
Feb 3, 2025
Feb 3, 2025 at 1:39 AM UTC
anxiety doesn't suddenly appear
it's there because of others
and when we look drear
we try to drag our covers
up and up
hiding our tired faces
because we don't want to cleanup
and show others traces
of our weaknesses
Aug 25, 2024
Aug 25, 2024 at 9:26 AM UTC
I am tired of the tiredness itself
which is even to tired to consume me,
so that I could go through the digestive system of tiredness
and come out again,
at least those parts of me,
that the bowels of tiredness can't digest.
Apr 18, 2024
Apr 18, 2024 at 10:16 AM UTC
a blue
hue
disperses
pain
in
my
veins
i
see
my
pale
reflection
in
purple
dewdrops
i
don't
know
why
impassive
moments
are
icy
fogs
i
was
tired
of being
tired
from the
onset
of depression
i
am
fed
up with
my
ennui
Dec 29, 2022
Dec 29, 2022 at 2:20 AM UTC
There’s a heaviness
lingering
upon my shoulders
I sit and try
to regain
my vigor
Just to find
my eyes
are slowly closing
Maybe I can stay
and rest a little
longer?
Feb 14, 2022
Feb 14, 2022 at 6:20 AM UTC
Getting up early
Awake, only barely
Mist of tiredness through the day
Mask of alertness hiding your face
Cold and lonely nights full of work
Entry forbidden for the flying stork
One day you wake up, where's the time gone?
just sleep deprivation and heart turned to stone
Dec 14, 2021
Dec 14, 2021 at 6:05 PM UTC
I’ve been asleep
inside my head
my pillow is soft
but my blanket like lead
falling off
it slips
I doze
My feet come cold
my toes
exposed
I tug and turn
inside my dream
I pull and stretch
and tear the seam
And in my sleep
I spill the wind
dreams of
frosts that ****
and a sun that grins
Now with the chill
against my chest
I wake with eyes
that find no rest
between winter sheets
I’m as cold as dead
It’s just a leak
in my waterbed
Nov 19, 2021
Nov 19, 2021 at 3:21 AM UTC
Why does the water tastes bitter?
Why does the wind smells acrid?
Why does the sunshine looks gray?
Why does the days feel empty?
Jul 4, 2021
Jul 4, 2021 at 11:17 AM UTC
A dried out inkwell
An empty mind with no words
And a broken pen
Aug 14, 2020
Aug 14, 2020 at 1:43 AM UTC
I beg on my knees
For people to stay
The people I want to stay the most
Are the ones I am better without
Please don't go
Is what I have said to people I thought were my forever
Please don't break my heart
I am done begging
For the attention, you don't want to give
Don't give me hope
I give 100 percent to people
Make time for them
Comfort them
But who's there when life hits me
I have my amazing family
But I only want to tell them so much
Music is key
Writing poetry is great
It's words that you truly feel
It ***** when everything around you is great
But mentally you feel off
I feel broken
Even though you could look at my life
And say what does she have to be sad about
I wish I knew why I feel so sad
I'm tired
Nothing really interests me anymore
The things I once loved I don't anymore
I am going to bring back that happy girl
She is somewhere
I will fight to be happy again
There will be no more confusion with my tiredness and sadness
Jul 23, 2020
Jul 23, 2020 at 2:24 AM UTC
Distant.
Your eyes are distant from mine.
I stare in the expanse of Whatwas,
and the Whatwas changed into the
Whatis.
and the Whatis created a distance.
Goodbye.
Apr 29, 2020
Apr 29, 2020 at 12:49 PM UTC
Remorsing my actions,
Soothing own woven wounds,
I staggered,
The ambiance around me filled with familiarity,
Feeling my breath enticed,
Replacing the blur with vision again,
The wind started whirling around me,
My brain looking out for the reason,
Trusting my senses I turned around,
Fallen on the ground,
Finding for the gulp of air,
She lifted her head,
Eyes moistened with tears,
Breath uneven due to tiredness,
Lips trembling with the cold,
My heart broke with destruction I caused,
Converging her fortitude,
She held out her hand,
I only asked her 'Cam I be weak?',
She responded with her liveliness,
She entwined me in her freshness.
Apr 22, 2020
Apr 22, 2020 at 1:01 AM UTC
How close can I get without being hurt
Should I be open-hearted or cautious
Giving myself to others or hiding behind my mask
Never knowing my limits, but I don’t know yours either
Pain or safe, oh which to choose
Will you hold my hand, even when I’m wrong
Or push me away
Don’t wanna feel shame next to you
I hate myself already
Looking for love in other hearts
Maybe there’s some left for me
Unconditional and forgiving
Here I am naked and honest
Not living or denying anymore
Your choice is upon you
I’m not gonna beg or pretend
Tired of being someone else
Time to look for myself
Time to find my consciousness
Mar 16, 2020
Mar 16, 2020 at 8:10 AM UTC
My darling.... are you ever confronted with the universal truth that you won’t ever sink to the bottom of the ocean?
Have you ever been confronted with the fact that you won’t ever touch the validation you seek?
And as you reach the tiled pool floor and you brace yourself
Your skin says no
Like an oily layer you slip and slide back up
Now as you speak to me your voice quivers as if, you never had even touched the thick water before
My darling there is a science to art
And as my density shakes like your lips whenever you become small and fall to the floor, I wonder why I keep fighting for something you just won’t give up.
maybe you truly are a scientist
And as lips touch,
the waves of the ocean cover us and we sink slowly but surely
finally
Maybe if I jump head first I’ll be worthy enough,
If I make a big enough mess,
a disaster,
maybe if I scratch the surface, or even throw a fit,
I can really be noticed
Maybe if I dance in the hearts of mankind, dance in your shaking veins as I try my hardest to trust you, to give in
maybe then I’ll hit the bottom of the ocean
But I sink because of pressure
I sink because you tell me to
I sink because I want to silence my thoughts
I sink because I want to stay in this moment
Where the vibrations of your mockery and foolishness can never dream of reaching me
I sink because I don’t want to swim
I sink because I want to reach the bottom of this ocean.
Maybe then I’ll touch the feeling of being wanted,
The eerie silence hugging me tighter and tighter, holding me like a new mother holds her child, wanting to shield them from the world.
But in the pool water I only float quickly back to earth
To life
I hate leaving the quiet waters
As my body enters the real abyss I breathe the cold air into my lungs and I scream-
I scream to be heard
I scream to silence these useless memories
I scream to be known
I scream for you to see
I scream for all that was lost
I scream so that you can wake up
I scream for worthiness- I scream to trust.
I scream so that maybe these bubbles won’t surface
I scream for the waves to carry my sighs
I sigh for the ocean to carry my screams.
And I scream to find my voice.
And that I too may
May hit the bottom of the floor
It may be a universal truth that I will never reach the perfection I seek
It may be my death wish, and I am doomed to fail
But I will still wish that maybe,
Maybe I too
Will be told
That science is an art
And I too can be an artist.
Mar 12, 2020
Mar 12, 2020 at 9:06 PM UTC
I'm tired
Of fake rainbows and fools gold
Of the best of intentions with little to no action
Of giant smiles through biting teeth
I'm tired
Of caring too much and not caring enough
Of either feeling helpless or hopeless
Of running myself in circles while not doing a thing
I'm tired
Of all the warning signs being there but no one seeing a need to warn
Of innocence lost and hope forgotten
Of lotteries with no winners, just losers
I'm tired
Of those with blame being held blameless
Of all the finger pointing but never introspective
Of an endless need to consider everyone's feelings while simultaneously no one cares
I'm tired
Of dishonesty from those in positions of power
Of distrustful actions from those we're expected to trust
Of money buying impunity
I'm tired
Of being too lazy to have patience
Of being part of the problem and not part of the solution
Of trying to deal with my paranoia when someone's clearly out to get me
I'm tired
Of endless waves of pity but never an open heart
Of technology connecting us yet making us less connected
Of the traditional definition of 'face-to-face time' replaced with things like Facebook or FaceTime
I'm tired
Of togetherness only after we've been divided
Of lives of youths spent by a misspent youth
Of tragedy happening without warning with clear warning signs
I'm tired
Of no one being able to agree and that's the only thing agreed upon
Dec 27, 2020
Dec 27, 2020 at 6:41 AM UTC
every day I do the usual
all the same
nothing unpredictable or exciting
yet I live each day,
without a purpose mostly,
in a place,
I cannot call it home.
the beginning of the week or day,
its a plan,
far planned by the people
I don't even have time for...
this mediocre, this clique,
I am trying not to live,
yet I continue to live,
with norms.
that unsatisfying plan,
which I have to follow, only
for the people and the amount,
which I don't seem to enjoy.
the restlessness and the urge to escape,
the relentless plan,
so far in vain
and it will be so.
everyday.
Dec 15, 2019
Dec 15, 2019 at 7:18 PM UTC
Dawn breaks
Eyelids struggle
Coffee smell
Awful but awakening
Slightly
So
Decisions made in seconds
Sometimes
You have to go through a little hell
To wake the hell up
Shake off the dream
Dance into the waking world
Twirl me around
Like a ribbon in the hands of a dancer
Spiraling towards nothing
Yet going somewhere of significance
Make me laugh
Make me smile
Make me move for a while
Just please keep me awake
Sometimes
You have to go through a little hell
To wake the hell up
So
Wake the hell up!
Jump out of your skin!
Let the dreams go!
Wake the hell up!
Shake off the dream
Dance into the waking world
Twirl me around
Like a ribbon in the hands of a dancer
Spiraling towards nothing
Yet going somewhere of significance
Sometimes
You have to go through a little hell
To wake the hell up
So…
Wake the hell up!
Jump out of your skin!
Let the dreams go!
Wake the hell up!
I’m outta control!
Just let it roll!
Oh, wake me up now!
Woah…
Spiraling somewhere
Falling around
Dancing like never before
Keep me awake
Make me laugh
But just don’t let me sleep!
So
Wake the hell up!
Jump out of your skin!
Let the dreams go!
Wake the hell up!
Wake the hell up!
- Jay M
September 26th, 2019
Sep 26, 2019
Sep 26, 2019 at 12:48 PM UTC
I was raised to protect the throne of the king
A warrior summoned to slice everything
Fighting for years a battle not mine
It polished my skills, it made me shine
I cannot count the lives I've taken
Nor the screams of children I've been slayin'
All I remember was the sword I'm swinging
Under the rainy sky, I felt like drowning
How can I be a hero of my country?
When only few of us returns home out of many
This has nothing to do with fate and destiny
This is clearly a product of a greedy authority
I was once a coward, couldn't face the truth
Being just a knight, it ruined my youth
Wearing this armor symbolizes my dignity
I took it off, it sent me to reality.
- SHADOWS
Aug 5, 2019
Aug 5, 2019 at 9:27 PM UTC
I am tired;
As a man on a journey
Whose only home is carried on his back,
As a poet who has nothing
But an empty mind and a page that is blank,
As a child born into poverty
With no future and no going back.
It grips me, weighing me
Like a puppy in a sack,
The dark river beckons
Ready to devour,
The cold grip of death
From a breath,
I cannot quite catch.
I am tired
That no rest can cure,
No sleep can quench
No meal can nourish,
No vista uplift,
Tired of existence
To the core of my being.
Jul 3, 2019
Jul 3, 2019 at 11:26 AM UTC
I want to fly into the skies,
like nightingales
and rest on roses
with my tender being.
Now my mind lies
on each leaf,
like shadows do in the summer.
If I could only tell
all my worries to myself,
because I am chained to tiredness,
and so cannot talk,
let alone sing about them.
Jun 23, 2019
Jun 23, 2019 at 9:19 AM UTC