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Everyone I've ever known They all come and then they go And I stand still, I'm like a tree Rootless, swaying in the wind. Bits and pieces of myself Quietly broke loose and fell But in the shadow of my mind, I still wish I'd put up a fight. Life goes on but here I stand Waiting for my roots to mend Longing to be loved and held, Waiting for a steady hand. Time slips past before my eyes I'm watching it from the sidelines Ungrounded, haunted by this thought— As I grow old, I may not sprout. Seasons come and seasons go And this is all I've ever known. I'm hoping one day I'll grow fruit, Spread my roots, then heal my wounds.
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Feb 21
Feb 21, 2026 at 7:37 AM UTC
Swaying in the Wind
I await transplant to a new *** Where no one knows me, the soil is rich, So I can grow into someone that I'm not. Where face and name Are strangers to each other, Where I'm only son Of a mother and a father. Yet — "Wherever you go, you take yourself with you." — Neil Gaiman, The Graveyard Book I wrestle this truth, sour and toil, For wherever I'd go, whatever soil, I am body and soul, Present and shadow. I am root and stem; I am the scent and the flower.
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Feb 12
Feb 12, 2026 at 3:52 AM UTC
Fresh Soil
i still think about her, the girl across the street, always humming to the basket full of laundry resting on her hips. in between the notes the echo sang back: comparison piece. hatred simmered in our veins, each pulse a reminder of a childhood nearing its end, until this foolish girl, skin marked by her shame, every inch a silent judgement, became a cautionary tale. i still think about her, how her voice vanished, slipped through the fabric of dusk and we only caught glimpses of who she once was — and sometimes i wonder who she’s become.
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Oct 31, 2025
Oct 31, 2025 at 10:06 AM UTC
only fifteen.
I’m 18 and the wind feels like a storm The air feels like peroxide It’s messy, everywhere Inside, outside my mind I’m 18 and have all bark and no fight Everyone says I’m alright It is true I enjoy life, a little too much , I guess they’re right. The weakest currents sway me Walking away seems against the tide I stand and hope no one sees me Trying. barely holding on to life. I dwell in the intensity and dwell in the present I create melancholy in this exact instant Nostalgia breeds the nothingness inside of me Kills my inner child ,leaves room for adolescence I prefer my heart tortured than at peace Feeling something triumphs it all to me This spiraling is what seems to keep me alive Hanging on the nothing and could’ve beens I’m 18 and the wind feels like a storm Feels like I was waiting for this moment , since the day I was born Waiting for my heart to yearn , waiting for my heart to be torn Breaking in a thousand pieces yet still wanting more Crashing under the pressure of the gale dust sealing me eyes shut in a second falling once again on my face hoping there are lessons to be made hoping I can enjoy my mistakes .
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Aug 27, 2025
Aug 27, 2025 at 6:54 PM UTC
I’m 18 and the wind feels like a storm
(on the ten-year anniversary of leaving home) without looking back, she boarded a flight, concealing that piercing anxiety. to soothe the ache, packed her language as a guide, weeping quietly for her country. recognition came in tears, stretched paper-thin— that her home couldn’t yet grasp that love begins within. the early years, under flickering lights, were spent seeking solace. with inner voices softly humming— inhaling cheap wine, books as her compass— enough to outweigh not belonging. some nights, she danced until her heels worn the skin away, bleeding her truth into tile, whilst friends, thick as thieves, melted into laughter, and gin. she loved badly, lit candles to soften the silence that screamed louder at 3 a.m., scribbled poetry on the walls of her soul— long forgotten, left forsaken. her twenties were a strange gift, she never thought to ask for, memories scattered down the hallway, like spilled drinks, laced with honesty. sometimes the weight is still sore, and yet she’s walking, barefoot, unfolding.
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Jun 19, 2025
Jun 19, 2025 at 10:23 AM UTC
...not yet a woman
i wear my diamonds on the daily doesn't matter where i go i like to watch the flags a-wavin' reminds me why he's still not home and i cook up ultraviolence dope and glitter on the stove keepin' it hot for when he gets here gotta make sure his safe is full he's a bad boy, on a roll likes to watch me smoke while i work the pole and he's all mine, cherry pie like to ride shotgun when it's do or die he don't do nothing for free but he's free as one can be gives his pretty baby everything that her iced out heart can dream with his sawed-off in his lap i know that this is where it ends and if i die by his sailor hands i'll make sure to kiss god's rings
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Jul 17, 2021
Jul 17, 2021 at 2:41 AM UTC
paradise valley pt. 1
If the past is but an illusion and the present is all that I am, then it’s an illusion that has made me strong; all those things that didn’t go as planned. I drift now, happy to observe life as it happens around me, as it whisks me along with it, I’m trying to stay grounded. And I love now, passionately. Not with a flame, but now I am the sun. I have my own mind, but I’m made up of everyone. I am human enough to feel slow crushing of heart, but I am angel enough to not fall apart.
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Jun 28, 2021
Jun 28, 2021 at 12:19 AM UTC
22 and beautiful
From the golden pearls placed on its doors, my breath got cut short. Its sliver coloring shook me to my core. I saw it’d started to widen , thought I would see the world’s most beautiful garden... but instead : stood, before me a pit of fire and hell that could **** me, and melt the life I have inside of me , I saw flames that spoke to me “Ryan”
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Mar 12, 2021
Mar 12, 2021 at 1:48 PM UTC
The Gates to Heaven
wee bit of innocence, left upon the rampant running blindly with an open shield to find self confidence some shred of assurance of guidance praying you'll prey in place of the prey ... in this world, this world, this cruel, cruel, wild, world...
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Aug 2, 2019
Aug 2, 2019 at 2:13 PM UTC
Youth
I want to eat junk and not grow fat I want a loving boyfriend whose not an ****** I want to miss classes and still get a degree I want to be a pro footballer without hurting my knee I want flawless skin with an iced tea and milkshake diet I want my voice to be heard and still be quiet I want to have hot *** and keep my virginity I want to party all night and day and keep my sanity I want to smoke trees as still be religious I want to not lift a finger and still be prestigious I want the impossible
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Nov 11, 2018
Nov 11, 2018 at 12:07 PM UTC
I want...
she cried on the third in the middle of the night cradling her sorrows which resurfaced from the burrow the hurt was sparkling greatly holding an immense armor of maybe maybe she's still the girl from the past maybe she can never be steadfast she let it drown her until the tears were over then she closed her eyes, took a flight this is good night it took sixteen days before another night turned to a haze tomorrow is a new labyrinth to walk through inhale, exhale; she's more than her blues
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Oct 3, 2018
Oct 3, 2018 at 9:48 PM UTC
once in a while
nothing is wrong but something doesn’t feel right i am an actress in a play who has tears in her eyes because the script changed and now she doesn’t know her lines. the spotlight burns on my skin i know this is a defining moment the universe has its eyes on me but all I can do is speak echoes of what I rehearsed Uncertainty and Anxiety press against my chest as if trying to break through my ribcage and crush my heart i want to leave the stage quit the play burn the script but I love my role too much and I want those flowers when the curtain falls
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Sep 25, 2018
Sep 25, 2018 at 2:30 PM UTC
echoes
There is still a part of me that will always be a child. I do not think there will be a time where I will lose her, That part of me who needs to be looked after. I have spent so long now trying so hard to independent. The days I go hungry because it is only me who will cook, They will always be a part of me. I take solace in the knowledge I can always go home, But the day will come when home is what I have built for myself, And the only person who will cook for me is me.
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Apr 4, 2018
Apr 4, 2018 at 8:45 PM UTC
Living Without Mum
songs for the plastic, not so fantastic. kardashian culture, girl is like a vulture. that beige colour food, difficult to swallow and chew. songs for the blind, men obsessed with a woman's behind. immune to love songs like an antibitoic, now can someone please change the topic.
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Mar 2, 2018
Mar 2, 2018 at 6:35 PM UTC
'18 culture summary.
How can you stop yourself from falling when there's nothing holding you back?
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Feb 18, 2018
Feb 18, 2018 at 8:52 AM UTC
Despair.
beautiful eyes, beautiful smile beautiful heart, beautiful mind beautiful name, beautiful self those things i need them the most those things i need to own them for myself and only for me i’ve never said i love you i’ve always been saying that i hate you all because i don’t understand my heart, my feelings i pray to god every night banging on his door begging him on my knees “i want to be his friend” i’ve never heard from him yet you come to build me up and then tear me up just as fast as escape velocity i kept calm because i somehow know that we’ll be fine i’ll be fine but then i heard from him he said with his punch against my stomach his tight grip around my neck, choking the air out of me “no, young lady. you shall suffer more. i will give you someone someone you’ve never expected to step on your bleeding injury.” GIFT OF GOD, do you know what i’ve been through? do you know how it feels to be left behind without knowing the why? do you know how it feels to see you pretending not to know me? do you know how it feels to know that someone else has fallen for you? do you know why on earth i keep on holding you? embracing every memories that i have about us? because life back then was simple until you said your last goodbye.
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Jan 19, 2018
Jan 19, 2018 at 9:17 AM UTC
pieces of heart.
do you know why there is this thing called pain? because you keep on reaching out for something that you can’t reach because you keep on thinking if maybe he did this because of that so you will always thing there still is probability because you keep on letting the memory that you hold on to so tightly alone in your heart and mind playing all of those beautiful memories that ever happened then, who creates pain? you did.
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Jan 12, 2018
Jan 12, 2018 at 10:16 AM UTC
pain.
You’re pretending not to know me You’re saying you did that out of pity I’ve got every single reason to hate you But why can’t I? I’ve tried a hundred thousand times to hate you But at the end of the day, I’ll keep coming back to you Why would you do such l And then something inside me whispers An almost-unheard voice A voice from somewhere inside “Because his ego is freaking high,” it whispers
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Dec 27, 2017
Dec 27, 2017 at 11:06 PM UTC
Whisper.
You don't care about how my feeling is You just want to hear whether your purpose's concealed What is inside that heart I used to know? What happened to your beautiful mind? Why would you knife me?
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Dec 17, 2017
Dec 17, 2017 at 5:14 AM UTC
Care
My whole life, I've been running, I've been hiding, I've been screaming, Trying so hard to conceal my emotions But with you by my side, I can't do that anymore All I can do is stop.
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Dec 13, 2017
Dec 13, 2017 at 3:34 AM UTC
anomaly
Why would you come to leave? Why would you come to overturn everything that I've ever believed in? Why would you come to forget? Why would you come to eradicate? How could you be such an **** to me? And then I realize the answer: Because I don't  m a t t e r .
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Dec 12, 2017
Dec 12, 2017 at 1:49 AM UTC
why?
There is this boy The boy whom you're always telling your stories to The boy who listens to you always The boy whom you don't actually know There is this boy The boy who is my best friend's older brother The boy who keeps telling her sister about what his best friend said The boy who is actually the same person that you know But you don't know that fact Why? Because you're too blinded To see that boy running in circles Just to make sure that you and him are okay
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Dec 11, 2017
Dec 11, 2017 at 2:36 AM UTC
The Boy
You don't like me, I get that You don't wanna stand by me, I get that You don't love me, I get that too I totally get everything you're doing to me But you're pretending not to know me, there is where I lose my mind.
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Dec 8, 2017
Dec 8, 2017 at 3:36 AM UTC
I Get