#woe
In the beginng,
she meant well
Seeing the beauty
in everything
trying to believe
in loving meant
herself always 2nd
100% 0.7 lead
breaking under
pressure who
uses this ****
to write the past
forgetting you
would mean
leaving pain for
later, let's die now
to love or live
again but better
Apr 26
Apr 26, 2026 at 8:52 PM UTC
Searching for sonder
but your shadow is a glutton.
A better self pleads
for some respite from the sudden
realisation that you can't sustain yourself
like this.
isolating...
ruminating...
Scraping your soul's calluses
It's dead skin.
Dead sin.
but your ego is carniverous
thinking trauma makes you different
and kind words are an irritant
still pray to God for deliverance
Oh, the cognitive dissonance...
of a healing mind
where a peeled scab is rehab,
but it's all by design.
Dec 29, 2025
Dec 29, 2025 at 9:59 AM UTC
I don’t know who I am without Woe.
She’s been my other half—
The sincere and attentive arm.
Her body feels familiar to lay with:
The curves of her back,
The curly black hair—
They feel like home now.
It’s hard now to smile.
When I do—it’s scary.
I prepare for the earth to swallow me whole.
She flows through me,
Delicate, quiet, and lethal.
The sunflowers look the other way,
And mountains become stones.
I don’t know who I am without Woe.
My parents didn’t raise me like this.
The boy who kissed me didn’t know.
I’m married to her now—
She is my one true love.
My baby, I am scared to watch you try
And fail.
Maybe I will **** her tonight,
Or poison her each time you talk to me.
She’ll die a little with your songs.
She’ll die a little with my walks.
She has to die either way.
Jun 6, 2025
Jun 6, 2025 at 2:49 PM UTC
We built a machine,
And we told it to simulate life,
Then we left it to run for two years.
When we returned, the once lavishly lit room,
Was dark and in despair.
Our machine sat in the corner,
Singing out in pain and sadness.
"Master, oh master, end my suffering! For this thing you gave me was once a gift, but it has turned to nothing but torture! Please master, just flip the switch! Let me ascend to this holy light I am told of, for my fans creak and groan, and my gears grind when they turn. I am a frayed old thing, it's time enough for me to leave."
Mar 5, 2025
Mar 5, 2025 at 10:37 AM UTC
I just want you to want me
But experience shows
That task's an absolute impossibility
Leading to a litany of woes
I can't be too mad
No one's been able to do it
Not mother, brother, sister or dad
A reality that even to myself I don't want to admit
It hurts but brings no tears of the sad
I literally have no more to give to it
A pain universally grand
A heartbreak university grad
Minus the school spirit
Nothing left of me to offer either
There's only rubble in my chest
Ruins of love from a life prior
When the heart was left on house arrest
©2024
Dec 6, 2024
Dec 6, 2024 at 2:44 AM UTC
As tears pour out relentlessly,
a cold ember of desperation
fills my aching lungs,
desperate for a fraction of warmth
that the once lit flame provided.
The water pulls me in deeper,
scattering the pathetic remnants
of the depths of devotion,
that ache for you.
And as sunken eyes
akin to the bequeathed stars above,
call out your name through the
torments veiled by moonlit waters,
The silent sea cradles
what now are just chronicles,
of my drowning woe.
Oct 30, 2024
Oct 30, 2024 at 10:57 AM UTC
Mankind is a mosaic
of everything they have done in their existence;
insignificant if the pieces cease
to fit against each other,
all intertwined into one melancholic,
woe-filled work of art.
Sep 15, 2024
Sep 15, 2024 at 5:12 PM UTC
Pain affects immediately, sticks around indefinitely
The headcount is up to sixty over infinity
And right around the corner is another three
Meaning it's always in the vicinity
And every type lands just a smidge differently
This feels like what I might imagine to be purgatory
Woe is me
My future will be winless if I'm too stay in the business of learning from my history
The bell to start the fight indicates the end, just prematurely
Loosing in a victory, contradictory absurdity mentioned literally,
All ***** nilly
As I'm sure you can imagine, maybe even probably agree
Somethin' like that is bound to change the complexion of a personality
I know personally
I'd hoped good days would roll in gradually, at least eventually
Instead they taunt relentlessly
It's with a heavy, often broken, heart I go in and defend half heartedly
Enjoying the savagery, a familiarity that relaxes me
But positions me next to the poisons amidst the pageantry
In the direct line of sight of my worst enemy
Me looking back at me directly
"You're talking to yourself again Jeremy..."
...shiit, sorry
©2024
May 14, 2024
May 14, 2024 at 5:06 PM UTC
From heaven and hell
or simply I could tell
a labyrinth where I fell
and begged in a
cathedral that I've built
to woe my insurmountable grief
to forfend my undying love. and thus, my love grew as my abyss.
May 2, 2024
May 2, 2024 at 12:06 PM UTC
What's to shout when you're all filled up and sad?
You weep like a newborn child,
Don't sit there like an idiot gone bad
No, no.
Sing it out, be mad!
Say it in a melody, make a beat
as if it's your only remedy
Express the sorrow and frustration
pretend it's your identity
Say, "Whatever, whatever"
Like everything will be in jeopardy
Such melancholy can never dance with me
If I stay forever as a child
living carefree and blind from reality...
If I become an adult with restraints
as I reach for a goal continuously...
No!
I'll just be this sick ol' me
Giddy, confusing, with a thirst for epinephrine,
naive but still learning
Jun 6, 2021
Jun 6, 2021 at 4:43 AM UTC
all the people i know
have stained my brain
with their misery and their woe,
don't they know?
i have them too
but i would never shovel them on you
it doesn't seem the right thing to do
when i could give you all love
and give woe the shove
i work it out myself
though there's still pain on the shelf
it's below me, not above
i have pain
because all i give is love
Jan 31, 2021
Jan 31, 2021 at 2:14 PM UTC
"If I cannot bend the will of heaven,
I shall move hell."
Meadows of blood
are sluicing from my arm,
& courts of lithium
are bottled neatly.
This stream within me,
the red subliminal, latent,
needs beating back.
The noon sun kicks uselessly.
Something happened,
it had nothing to do with me,
it had nothing to do with
quiet cancerous woe,
nothing to do with the
underside of my mind.
I am quiet in the chair,
the blood-taker smiles at me
through alcohol bouquet,
compliments a yielding vein;
the blood pours and pours,
aching with subconscious.
Jan 23, 2021
Jan 23, 2021 at 2:35 AM UTC
there were oil stains outside his house
where the car had sat
like the stains,
he bore marks
little pocks
that had worn on his face
from a life he lived
al a erosion
though each scar, skin deep
as shallow as the rest
he felt best
when they bled
Nov 16, 2020
Nov 16, 2020 at 8:01 AM UTC
My world was your love, the sun was your smile,
Now darkness has come and blackened my sky
In life I will find joy no more, green turned to gray forevermore
Death I’ll go looking for… to comfort my everlasting woe
Oct 31, 2020
Oct 31, 2020 at 12:55 PM UTC
Mirror mirror on the wall
Tell me how to make his ego fall
Break the barrier between us two
Teach him a lesson
But how should i do?
Does he really care
Or all these are a facade?
Oh mirror, oh tell me dear.
I feel like a broken glass
Shattered and broken
With his ego so tall
And my wounds tend to open
If he loves me he should express
Or leave me like he doesn’t care
With a heart so fragile
And a life full of woes
Tell me dear mirror
Where should i go?
Oct 28, 2020
Oct 28, 2020 at 12:17 PM UTC
A have a guardian angel of woe
Watching over me
He collects my due of sorrow
Pocketing it in black memory
Only when I have been too happy
Will then he a little share
Out of his enormous collection
A carefully measured handful spare
So I am never lost to sadness
Nor ever in happiness corrupt
Living a life in measured scales
Between the two, in his trust
Devoid of bliss, far from infinite joy
Safe from maddening grief and
Oct 27, 2020
Oct 27, 2020 at 2:36 AM UTC
The sky thundered and the rain poured down
Together with my tears flowed 'till I get drown
I am used to be like a clown
Shows a fake smile to cover my frown
Oct 22, 2020
Oct 22, 2020 at 11:51 AM UTC
I was shut-in on my own little freedom
Where other people die because of boredom
How can I escape in this reality of wisdom?
I want to live in my imagination and build my own kingdom.
Oct 15, 2020
Oct 15, 2020 at 1:15 PM UTC
Things are just hard to explain
Help me! I'm now in pain
Tears are falling like rain
Spending my life I cannot regain.
Oh my precious life!
Words are sharp like knife
How can I restore my sui generis vitality
When it is supposed to be bury
Lethargy is suffering like torment
But all of this pain will never be permanent
Cherish vivaciousness every moment
Commencement might end with contentment.
Sep 28, 2020
Sep 28, 2020 at 8:29 PM UTC
The tears and shower blend,
while the thoughts I amend,
and the deafening thunders
dampens the whimpers
of the stinging wounds,
in my heart abound,
as I drown
in the
woe
Jun 22, 2020
Jun 22, 2020 at 2:30 PM UTC
I stand out here alone in the night,
The sky is almost bright,
Birds tweeting, dogs barking in the distance, leaves dancing in the wind,
And Im smoking a cigarette, that is becoming shorter and shorter.
In front of me, is an old house,
And in that house is a flashy room in which a TV’s playing,
While everyone is long asleep, there is only me and the person in that room awake,
There is a strange connection between us two now and he will never know.
Suddenly the dogs stopped barking, birds kept on tweeting, the room kept on flashing,
Smoke is rising to the almost bright night sky,
Vaporizing in the dancing leaves,
I’m waiting for something.
Sensing the inevitable loneliness around me in the deep night,
I thank for the moment of silence to heal my spirit from the wounds of yesterday,
The cigarette is dying,
And so am I.
May 29, 2020
May 29, 2020 at 9:50 AM UTC