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#turmoil
Keep in touch, move in close, congratulating you on your goals I thought I was good for that Wasn’t that why you kept me? I was good for something Something to keep you going I was fine with gaining nothing Thought that was what you needed the most I thought we were honest I thought we were good Nothing like a promise But enough to keep me close Why oh why wasn’t I enough I was fine with being a crutch I thrive on happy memories Even if you only gave me a few It was enough for me But why weren’t I enough, enough for you? You lightened my day with a smile Me taking care of you But even when I got tired, I didn’t leave I left town, but not the friendship I don’t know anymore if I should be sad or angry I’m still just lost I don’t understand I still don’t understand Why oh why wasn’t I enough for you to keep? But then again did you ever really have me?
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Apr 13
Apr 13, 2026 at 3:56 PM UTC
Friendships left with question marks
I'm a tornado. I spin through the room, seeding chaos in every plank of the floor that I touch. I am a storm. My fury rains down and it destroys every single little thing or big one. I'm lightning itself. No one can resist me or my power, destructive and horrific while you watch. Because while you don't I am just a simple, angry, normal guy exploding.
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Apr 3
Apr 3, 2026 at 5:30 AM UTC
Nagbabasag
I find it hindering receiving love I did not ask for Comfort I seek Trust that fails tends to scar When I let myself nest, in what seems to be safe In someone I hold dear In their nest, I do not dare to make my bed Dare to leave my suitcase Do I believe in the trust I think I feel? I fire guns in their names I bring peace to someone else's sleep Ignoring my own turmoil for their peace “Didn’t ask to be born as a black hole, a silent tornado between four bedroom walls” - song "Empathy" by - Lauren Aquilina As the empathy that always seem to drain me Consume my every waking thought Maybe I am the thing thats hindering my growth Moving forward can be exhausting, feeling wrong and hasty even though its been four years
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Mar 25
Mar 25, 2026 at 10:26 AM UTC
Trust and growth
All I ask for 'Just open my eyes' and I am wasted by you. A muddle of thought. So it goes. How it is. What I want, isn't this. It's all arbitrary. You know how to mess with my heart. Tangled by the words on your tongue. Oh, for the love of God. So it goes. How it is. What I want, isn't this. Though it proceeds. It's all so cautionary. Close my eyes, it's your face I see. Oh, how you look back at me And that grip tightens 'round my existence. Let me go. You won't know, How things work If I don't get to leave. What you want, isn't this. Your blissful whispers keep me awake The wind: your embrace A gust: your breath And the stars above us reminiscent of the string that ties You and I. Yet, what I want, isn't this.
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Mar 18
Mar 18, 2026 at 8:52 AM UTC
What I want, isn't this.
When your light feels stifled by the friction of this world. The hope of Christ is your home. -Na’Jaya D.
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Jan 26
Jan 26, 2026 at 9:27 PM UTC
The Light of Life
I so desire— That hand which will rise against my brother, That hand which will shed my brother’s blood, Let me break that hand. Let me burn his entire city— Let blood and tears fall every moment. I so desire— Let me tear that mouth which speaks lies, Those eyes that look upon my brother with hatred, Let me pluck out those eyes. Let me set fire to his mirror— So that he sees himself As nothing but scorched black and red scratches. I so desire— That soil where my brother’s blood has mingled, Let me turn that soil over— From bottom to top, So all darkness rises into light. That road which dragged him away, Let me crush the bricks of that road, In every grain let me weave flowers of curse. I so desire— That sky which watched in silence, Let me extinguish its stars. That wind which heard the screams yet stayed quiet, Let me hang a garland of thorns around its neck. And that night which shut its eyes— Let me force it to blaze like day, Until it confesses— “Yes,I have seen. I have known.” But— When I break, When I burn, When I scream— “Blood for blood!” Just then,I suddenly freeze. Because my brother’s serene face, His unspoken language of forgiveness, Holding my hand,whispers— “No…no… Fire is not answered with fire, Darkness is not answered with darkness.” Still— I so desire. My desire remains Like a crumbling wall, Like an extinguished matchstick, Like a scream— That never escaped. Where rage and love In the same tune Weep silently.
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Dec 18, 2025
Dec 18, 2025 at 2:48 AM UTC
I So Desire
I so desire— That hand which will rise against my brother, That hand which will shed my brother’s blood, Let me break that hand. Let me burn his entire city— Let blood and tears fall every moment. I so desire— Let me tear that mouth which speaks lies, Those eyes that look upon my brother with hatred, Let me pluck out those eyes. Let me set fire to his mirror— So that he sees himself As nothing but scorched black and red scratches. I so desire— That soil where my brother’s blood has mingled, Let me turn that soil over— From bottom to top, So all darkness rises into light. That road which dragged him away, Let me crush the bricks of that road, In every grain let me weave flowers of curse. I so desire— That sky which watched in silence, Let me extinguish its stars. That wind which heard the screams yet stayed quiet, Let me hang a garland of thorns around its neck. And that night which shut its eyes— Let me force it to blaze like day, Until it confesses— “Yes,I have seen. I have known.” But— When I break, When I burn, When I scream— “Blood for blood!” Just then,I suddenly freeze. Because my brother’s serene face, His unspoken language of forgiveness, Holding my hand,whispers— “No…no… Fire is not answered with fire, Darkness is not answered with darkness.” Still— I so desire. My desire remains Like a crumbling wall, Like an extinguished matchstick, Like a scream— That never escaped. Where rage and love In the same tune Weep silently.
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Too many years, Of developing fears, From empty beers, And closed off ears. Isn’t it weird, Isn’t it queer, How innocence thought not dear, How often I’d shed a tear, For comfort that was left mere? Now I’m nowhere but here, Shifting to a new gear, Struggling to persevere, Through all that is left unclear. Too many years, Too many fears, Among many privileged peers, Those far too cavalier, Relief was nowhere near. It’s just shire fear, Whispering in my ear, An elevated tier, Of sadness commandeered. It feels like a spear, To lack the will to cheer, Manhood continues to smear, My heart burns and seers. As this toilet global sphere, Turns and spins per year, Doomed remain we’re, The other side is far yet near.
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Nov 10, 2025
Nov 10, 2025 at 4:24 AM UTC
Too Many Years
Still there are waves. Crested high, forming on nothing. Impending apprehension, willing foreboding. On water still they form. Black blue giants swallow light. Frothing, foaming. Building. Some merely threat to break. Others taking their pound of flesh. Further fuelling the validity of their threats Dip, rise, crest, cash, withdraw. Dip, rise, crest, cash, withdraw. Claiming back what is spent. Spending the regathered. An exhaustive process. The energy found, somehow. Move impressive than the waves themselves. There is beauty in it all. Earn the rest at dawn, to see the horizon. Still.... Still there are waves.
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Nov 1, 2025
Nov 1, 2025 at 8:01 AM UTC
Still There Are Waves
The soul is tormented, with the body crucified The trauma unfolded With the pain unified The turmoil repeats And skies start to blur But the eyes still deceive The visions seek wonder Now the pain continues in an unending loop Along with the demons marching All invading in storming troops Altogether with the arrows arching The memory remains engraved Piercing like a dagger The scars being paved For the skin to bleed forever Now the mind is being severed While being carved and tainted The soul is far too tortured With the crimsons intricated Now demons have breeched borders And nothing is ever the same The mirror is giving orders To this obedient prey The turmoil shall end But the wraith shall conquer And the rage shall mend Me Into a wild feral monster _Tsuki no ume~
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Oct 17, 2025
Oct 17, 2025 at 8:52 PM UTC
"The Soul's Torment"
Rip it open_ _And the blood spills out_ We watch through our screens as it runs through the streets.                                    |                                    |                                    | We can mute the screams And they come and they wash it all away.
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Sep 24, 2025
Sep 24, 2025 at 11:52 PM UTC
The Things We've Seen
Cage, cage.. Set me free.. And let me fly.. My wings are tied; When am in cage.. My dreams are shattered; When my boundaries are confined.. Cage, cage.. My world is vast.. Let me spread, my wings of sky; With bountiful sweet, mercy of life.. Cage, cage.. My life is not cage.. Let me breathe; Let me fly, to this limitless sky 🌌 Cage cage My life is in turmoil.. Let my fire of quest; turn to an eternal soul.. 🫰
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Aug 23, 2025
Aug 23, 2025 at 3:15 AM UTC
Cage
Sit with it, a moth ball grown with salty remarks, take a deep breath to compose yourself and nuture their sore ideas of you ,hoard open wounds to leverage over morality Soaring these words,you engraved on my skin , soon to sail these waves of malignance that boil in me, consequence is nothing but the bittersweet aftertaste of dark chocolate for the excruciating torture i'll inflict onto you will bring an end to my cold sweats these aren't inchoate feelings but spawns of postponed smiles. Now, how do i drive them into suicide
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Jul 16, 2025
Jul 16, 2025 at 10:21 PM UTC
A glutton for demise
They love and lose,     I have nolove to choose. They fall,     and feel it all — I  fall,       and         don’t           feel             at               all. They don't talk      'cause they don't. I don't talk      'cause they won't —         hear me...           they won't             see me. They love me as a friend     But       I play pretend. They blame it’s    their fault —         but I know it’s           not —               'cause it’s me.     I’m my own         burdening. Though I silently hope     they'll carry        all my weight. I know it might hurt,         but                                       I just want a               break — Still, I’ll stay       *I’ll help you          through the day*. They see     a hero          through their eyes, but I made myself       a villain          deep inside. Heroes     don’t save        their foes. Plus —     they don’t really know          what’s hidden                   below.
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Jun 29, 2025
Jun 29, 2025 at 10:40 AM UTC
Turmoil
They love and lose,     I have nolove to choose. They fall,     and feel it all — I  fall,       and         don’t           feel             at               all. They don't talk      'cause they don't. I don't talk      'cause they won't —         hear me...           they won't             see me. They love me as a friend     But       I play pretend. They blame it’s    their fault —         but I know it’s           not —               'cause it’s me.     I’m my own         burdening. Though I silently hope     they'll carry        all my weight. I know it might hurt,         but                                       I just want a               break — Still, I’ll stay       *I’ll help you          through the day*. They see     a hero          through their eyes, but I made myself       a villain          deep inside. Heroes     don’t save        their foes. Plus —     they don’t really know          what’s hidden                   below.
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Love is a whirlwind Creating a path I can't win A hurricane force leaving me bleeding From the debris, forced upon my skin Preferring the gentle breeze Of a tease Please Don't judge me by my winds Or by my words My predictions, in my verse Name me after the lady in a category The first of the year Aphrodite is coming Prepare
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Jun 20, 2025
Jun 20, 2025 at 3:36 PM UTC
Seasons Of Turmoil
In the stir of the moment we diluted When things settled we separated
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Apr 14, 2025
Apr 14, 2025 at 6:50 AM UTC
The Dressing of Things
In the heart of a tempest, where shadows collide,   A storm brews with secrets, where dark feelings hide.   The sky shatters open, with a roar so profound,   Each clap of the thunder, a truth that resounds.   Beneath the turmoil, a whisper takes flight,   Of love lost to echoes, swallowed by night.   Like lightning that dances, ephemeral, bright,   It pierces the silence, revealing the plight.   In the stillness that lingers, I bear all the weight,   Memories crash like waves, a fierce, unkind fate.   Your laughter, a melody, now echoes with pain,   I chase fleeting shadows, but they fall like the rain.   The moments we cherished, now ghosts in the mist,   A tapestry woven, yet frayed at the wrist.   The colors of joy fade, replaced by the gray,   As thunder rolls louder, drowning love’s sway.   But in the eye of the storm, a flicker ignites,   A promise of dawn, as the darkness takes flight.   Hope whispers softly, through the crack of the sky,   Each bolt of the lightning, a reason to try.   Though tears may cascade, like rivers unbound,   In the chaos of longing, new strength can be found.   For every heart shattered, like glass in the rain,   Can rise from the ashes, and learn how to gain.   Desire swells boldly, a fire in the night,   A wild, untamed passion, that sets hearts alight.   In the chaos of feelings, we learn to embrace,   The beauty of longing, the thrill of the chase.   Each heartbeat a thunderclap, a drum in the dark,   A symphony raging, igniting the spark.   We dance through the tempest, with fervor and grace,   As lightning strikes twice, in love’s tender embrace.   Yet pain weaves its thread, through the fabric of time,   A haunting reminder, like a lost nursery rhyme.   The ghosts of the choices we yearn to forget,   Haunt the corners of dreams, a familiar regret.   The thunder reminds me of nights filled with tears,   Each flash of remembrance, a mirror of fears.   But what if the storm could wash clean the slate?   What if lightning brings forth a new kind of fate?   As the tempest subsides, and the clouds drift away,   A soft, gentle breeze brings a promise of day.   The sky wears a blush, painted gold by the sun,   And the battles of heartache, at last, feel like fun.   For storms teach us lessons, that sunshine can't hold,   In the chaos, we gather our stories retold.   With every dark moment, the thunderous call,   We learn how to rise, how to stand proud and tall.   Now, in the aftermath, with each drop of rain,   I find solace in knowing, that joy follows pain.   With arms open wide, I embrace what’s to come,   In the thunder and lightning, my heart has found home.   So let the storms gather, let the tempests arise,   For love is a power that never truly dies.   In the dance of the thunder, and the flash of the light,   I’ll embrace every hue, in this whirlwind of night.   For through all the heartache, the laughter, the tears,   I find in the storm, the beauty of years.   In thunder and lightning, I hear love’s sweet refrain,   A symphony of feelings, like sunshine after rain.   So here’s to the storms, and the thunderous might,   To the lightning that strikes, illuminating the night.   For every tempest that rages, every heart that it stings,   Is a chance for rebirth, and the hope that it brings.   In the whirlwind of feelings, where heartache may reign,   I’ll dance through the chaos, through joy and through pain.   For the thunder and lightning, they sing of my soul,   A testament of love, that forever makes me whole.
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Feb 9, 2025
Feb 9, 2025 at 7:56 AM UTC
Thunder and Lightning
In the heart of a tempest, where shadows collide,   A storm brews with secrets, where dark feelings hide.   The sky shatters open, with a roar so profound,   Each clap of the thunder, a truth that resounds.   Beneath the turmoil, a whisper takes flight,   Of love lost to echoes, swallowed by night.   Like lightning that dances, ephemeral, bright,   It pierces the silence, revealing the plight.   In the stillness that lingers, I bear all the weight,   Memories crash like waves, a fierce, unkind fate.   Your laughter, a melody, now echoes with pain,   I chase fleeting shadows, but they fall like the rain.   The moments we cherished, now ghosts in the mist,   A tapestry woven, yet frayed at the wrist.   The colors of joy fade, replaced by the gray,   As thunder rolls louder, drowning love’s sway.   But in the eye of the storm, a flicker ignites,   A promise of dawn, as the darkness takes flight.   Hope whispers softly, through the crack of the sky,   Each bolt of the lightning, a reason to try.   Though tears may cascade, like rivers unbound,   In the chaos of longing, new strength can be found.   For every heart shattered, like glass in the rain,   Can rise from the ashes, and learn how to gain.   Desire swells boldly, a fire in the night,   A wild, untamed passion, that sets hearts alight.   In the chaos of feelings, we learn to embrace,   The beauty of longing, the thrill of the chase.   Each heartbeat a thunderclap, a drum in the dark,   A symphony raging, igniting the spark.   We dance through the tempest, with fervor and grace,   As lightning strikes twice, in love’s tender embrace.   Yet pain weaves its thread, through the fabric of time,   A haunting reminder, like a lost nursery rhyme.   The ghosts of the choices we yearn to forget,   Haunt the corners of dreams, a familiar regret.   The thunder reminds me of nights filled with tears,   Each flash of remembrance, a mirror of fears.   But what if the storm could wash clean the slate?   What if lightning brings forth a new kind of fate?   As the tempest subsides, and the clouds drift away,   A soft, gentle breeze brings a promise of day.   The sky wears a blush, painted gold by the sun,   And the battles of heartache, at last, feel like fun.   For storms teach us lessons, that sunshine can't hold,   In the chaos, we gather our stories retold.   With every dark moment, the thunderous call,   We learn how to rise, how to stand proud and tall.   Now, in the aftermath, with each drop of rain,   I find solace in knowing, that joy follows pain.   With arms open wide, I embrace what’s to come,   In the thunder and lightning, my heart has found home.   So let the storms gather, let the tempests arise,   For love is a power that never truly dies.   In the dance of the thunder, and the flash of the light,   I’ll embrace every hue, in this whirlwind of night.   For through all the heartache, the laughter, the tears,   I find in the storm, the beauty of years.   In thunder and lightning, I hear love’s sweet refrain,   A symphony of feelings, like sunshine after rain.   So here’s to the storms, and the thunderous might,   To the lightning that strikes, illuminating the night.   For every tempest that rages, every heart that it stings,   Is a chance for rebirth, and the hope that it brings.   In the whirlwind of feelings, where heartache may reign,   I’ll dance through the chaos, through joy and through pain.   For the thunder and lightning, they sing of my soul,   A testament of love, that forever makes me whole.
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desperation grips the mind, hell-bent on treason; the devil grins, proud.
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Feb 1, 2025
Feb 1, 2025 at 12:30 AM UTC
the devil's grin
I’ve heard it takes a lifetime to live a minute and it takes a minute to live a lifetime. You don’t know what you’re in until you’re in it, and you don’t see the sun until the sunshine. So I’ll resign to waiting in line, wasting my time, and losing my mind. I know when I’ve been beat, so don’t be surprised if I retreat. I’d rather face the music then face the heat, rather taste my tears as they’re sweet; as sweet as sweet defeat. It takes only a second to start a war, and then naturally all hell breaks loose. Do you know which side you’re fighting for? Did you even get to choose? So I’ll resign to the front line, biding my time searching for a land mine. I know when I’ve been beat so don’t be shocked if I move my feet to find cover from the fire on the street. At long last the circle is complete and it’s as sweet as sweet defeat. “I’ll get you and your little dog too” it’s all I’m hearing, and it’s ringing true, along with “what’s a poor boy to do?” “You have a choice: red or blue” do you dare turn reality askew? Or take your chances and wait for lieu? I know when I’ve been beat, so don’t be worried if I take a seat. I can’t win the battle and I won’t cheat, I’ll be lamb to slaughter; made to meat and I’ll taste as sweet as sweet defeat.
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Jan 11, 2025
Jan 11, 2025 at 9:44 AM UTC
Sweet Defeat
Here I lay, alone at night, Anxiety high, fear takes flight. Perhaps I’m broken, beyond repair, Alone with feelings I cannot share. You’re at home, wrapped in peace, While I’m trapped where my thoughts won’t cease. Am I enough? Why not me? Am I unworthy of love, truly? What’s so wrong that I can’t let go, Around in circles my mind will go. Here I sit, alone once more, TV humming, light faint and poor. Maybe tonight I’ll drown it out, But doubt creeps in, circling about. Hour after hour, the ache won’t wane, Devoured by this endless pain. I’m not enough, I’m overweight, I’m stupid, worthless, it’s all my fate. Alone—I was made for this solitude, Yet I didn’t have to be, if it weren’t for you. While you sleep soundly, your heart at ease, I’m here fighting the storm I can’t appease. You’ll text in the morning, as if nothing’s wrong, “How was your sleep?” as the night feels so long. “I can’t yet,” you say, “It’s not the right time.” “I love you, you’re mine,” yet doubt still climbs. These words you speak, they circle my brain, Leading me deeper into this darkened terrain. When I’ll emerge, I cannot say, The weight of your love leads me astray. I love you, too, but I’m left to wonder— Do you truly love me, or am I just under The spell of your words, the hope I create, When all I feel is this lingering ache? If you did, wouldn’t you be here now? Wouldn’t you find a way, somehow? I know you have obligations, I get it—I do, But doesn’t love find a way to push through? You say she needs you—fine, I can see, But why must it always be her, never me? You say you don’t love her, so make it clear, If that’s the truth, then why aren’t you near? “It’s not finances, not her, not you,” Then my mind concludes—it’s just me, isn’t it true? So tell me now, set me free, From this deep dark spiral of uncertainty.
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Jan 1, 2025
Jan 1, 2025 at 8:41 PM UTC
Uncertainty
Here I lay, alone at night, Anxiety high, fear takes flight. Perhaps I’m broken, beyond repair, Alone with feelings I cannot share. You’re at home, wrapped in peace, While I’m trapped where my thoughts won’t cease. Am I enough? Why not me? Am I unworthy of love, truly? What’s so wrong that I can’t let go, Around in circles my mind will go. Here I sit, alone once more, TV humming, light faint and poor. Maybe tonight I’ll drown it out, But doubt creeps in, circling about. Hour after hour, the ache won’t wane, Devoured by this endless pain. I’m not enough, I’m overweight, I’m stupid, worthless, it’s all my fate. Alone—I was made for this solitude, Yet I didn’t have to be, if it weren’t for you. While you sleep soundly, your heart at ease, I’m here fighting the storm I can’t appease. You’ll text in the morning, as if nothing’s wrong, “How was your sleep?” as the night feels so long. “I can’t yet,” you say, “It’s not the right time.” “I love you, you’re mine,” yet doubt still climbs. These words you speak, they circle my brain, Leading me deeper into this darkened terrain. When I’ll emerge, I cannot say, The weight of your love leads me astray. I love you, too, but I’m left to wonder— Do you truly love me, or am I just under The spell of your words, the hope I create, When all I feel is this lingering ache? If you did, wouldn’t you be here now? Wouldn’t you find a way, somehow? I know you have obligations, I get it—I do, But doesn’t love find a way to push through? You say she needs you—fine, I can see, But why must it always be her, never me? You say you don’t love her, so make it clear, If that’s the truth, then why aren’t you near? “It’s not finances, not her, not you,” Then my mind concludes—it’s just me, isn’t it true? So tell me now, set me free, From this deep dark spiral of uncertainty.
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Overwhelming thoughts and feelings, Spiraling down a deep, dark hole. I can’t breathe—I just keep reeling, Haunted by the places I’ve lost control. Every step feels like a mistake, A path of ruin I can’t escape. Friendships hollow, love a lie, No one sees the pain I hide. I cannot breathe, I cannot be— What’s so deeply wrong with me? For a moment, I’m fine, the storm recedes, But the calm is fleeting, and chaos breeds. The weight crashes down; I can’t bear the sound, A tidal wave pulling me deeper to drown. I know I’m broken, but why like this? These sudden storms leave me breathless. My heart is a horse on a racetrack, Thundering, pounding, faster, faster. No winner in this endless chase— Just relentless thoughts, quickening pace. “Are you okay?” they ask; I nod, Hiding the battle, a perfect facade. “It’s just a headache,” I quietly lie, While inside, I fail and cry. I try to focus, try to breathe, But the darkness whispers, “You’ll never leave.” Every effort feels destined to fail, A silent scream in an endless gale.
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Dec 31, 2024
Dec 31, 2024 at 1:02 PM UTC
Anxiety
Spoiled Oaths Every night I gazed over the window, I can see your intangible shadow. The infinity ring once our bond, Now lost, leaving holes shattered upholds. You  whispered " The universe of mine, Never intertwined" Beyond the stars, you forgot to keep your promises aligned. Yet, I yearn to leave this stained wine table Spoiled oaths; echoing my mind unstable. Treacherous cobblestone memories, Gaining the weight of wistful fantasies. How do your letters feel me like a vow? Why does your name tortuously haunt my mind somehow? Ocean deep, recalling your promises, Breath rattling for longing chances. As you said, I'll never leave; A "Never-ending" Sacred oath; but I was bleeding. Underneath my bed, I restore that pain, But the sequin demise of love remains. Memories linger, and stories are untold, A Promise to grow old; it unfolds.
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Dec 10, 2024
Dec 10, 2024 at 8:42 PM UTC
Spoiled Oaths
I'm fine" The response, a sconce. People echo this to escape the outcry. The cry they hold on to tightly behind that damaged brick wall they use to stall. Only the holder knows the deceive, while people around them believe. I'm not fine; I’m hanging by a thread, so thin, With the weight of the world pressing down from within. This fragile line frays, I can feel it unwind, While tangled webs clutter the depths of my mind. Empty yet twisted, so fragile, so tight, In a space that feels hollow, with barely a light. "Will I ever break free? Will I make it alive?" These questions keep echoing, trapped in my mind. Instead of a rise, I'm caught in a dive, Descending a staircase, steep and unkind. "Am I fine?"
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Nov 20, 2024
Nov 20, 2024 at 1:19 PM UTC
Am I fine?