"unfollowed" poems
seven days until the full switch
unfollowed by many a basic *****
the forty-second day of bureaucracy
make everyone a pope in your theocracy
when you find nothing here to which you can relate
revere in the more extreme state
disseminate mate
let's build each other's relevancy
let's outshine complacency
pay attention to current world history
Sep 18, 2014
Sep 18, 2014 at 9:00 AM UTC
My weapon is voice today
'tis careless
a spell amoungst curs
it puts close friends in their places
and worried
(behind my back)
It kisses with mischeif
and muddies stray-fully
My weapon is played
a trial
a tool
to bring about my isolation
Then i may exit without notice
and unfollowed
a relief, in release
My real work shall begin abroad
Aug 11, 2018
Aug 11, 2018 at 1:07 AM UTC
When can I be alone?
When am I really by myself?
Even the term 'by myself' implies that you are 'by' something,
With yourself.
Like the self is something external to you.
Someone you can sit next to.
I want to be truly alone, without myself.
I want the wind to brush past unfollowed by thought or recognition.
I want no one to know where I am, even me.
I need to be without myself,
Far away from myself.
I'm just so relentlessly 'there'.
Oct 15, 2021
Oct 15, 2021 at 3:59 AM UTC
I have called you
the best
and the worst,
strange now,
that I call you
nothing at all.
You are everywhere, but
I guess that’s a lie.
It’s not you,
I don’t know you,
[not anymore].
No,
you have been reduced to
the echoes
of nostalgia,
echoes
that persuade me to stitch up the best
of the last two years
and, looking at my Frankenstein-like creation, say
I want to go back
when I know better.
Estrangement.
You do not contact me,
are no longer interested
in what I eat
or what I write
or what I feel.
Estrangement.
I have done my best
to scrub you from my life,
as if you were not a person,
but a stubborn stain.
I have deleted, unfollowed, thrown away
anything related to you,
not because I wanted to,
only so I could
finally
get it into my head
that this is well and truly
Over.
I am doing all the right things
I suppose.
Logicking my way
through heartbreak
once more.
None of my exes can ever be friends,
the same scenes are played out
until the bitter end, and you
are no exception.
May 11, 2016
May 11, 2016 at 10:31 AM UTC
He is invisible
He is a welcomed guest from god
He is unpredictable like that of a storm
He is like the snowflakes full of calm and peace
I tried to find him but as I came closer I was digging my own burial chamber
The thought of losing him vanishes the smile on my face and makes me cry
I love him and his absence reminds me of suicide
My parents hated him because he was an atheist
Just a crack on my vein makes him visible
*My parents blamed
My teachers shouted
My friends ignored*
But I didn’t care because he was the eternal to me
He was the only one who was with me when I was alone, yet he was invisible
I had enough queries to solve myself but I know the answer was him
He was the answer to all my queries
Once we were inseparable but he left me alone with the promise he will come again forever
I followed him again but he unfollowed and repeated the same words
I was secluded when I was with him
His entry to my life with the red roses was the final contact
He at last wanted my soul instead of my heart and I gave him and that was MY END…….
Oct 8, 2016
Oct 8, 2016 at 7:38 AM UTC
Pushin my baby on the swing each one way,
Bullets passing the wind not punching
me and my baby. But the fools be running
like they could outrun fate.
They can't escape the crosshairs of
ill-prepared revenge.
Cadavers hit the floor blood outlines
that turn white after they felled.
I kept pushing my youth, hoping
she'd grow to an age where she
could push her own.
But every day I playing Russian
roulette with her swinging,
me pushing her further so that
she's higher than the gunshots
as they always hitting lower.
Today I was pushing her, she in her nikes,
swinging her higher than death could
catch her tight grip...
But my neighbor she hanging low, catching
two unfollowed friend requests flying through
the air, one in the thigh, one between the thoughts,
I kept pushing as her shadow swallowed by her
folding on the floor, her baby swinging slower
but still alive.
Blue took her to her daddy, hope they
find out who they are as she had more than
one by another man...
I m still here pushing my baby on a silent playground.
No one comes here, that's good for me.
pushing her low as there isn't a problem
of drive-bye byes... No more ******** no one to ****
There is just me and my baby pushing..
Come on baby its time to go home,
the road is white, and we aren't
going to our usual place...
R.I.P to those who never didn't do nothing.
Another drive-by, grills smiling as flashes
greeting shaded window frames,
hanging low.
Oct 10, 2020
Oct 10, 2020 at 5:38 PM UTC
Land of unfollowed dreams
Memories that warn "Better not call us"
"We'll call you"
Never did
Had red string mittens as a kid
Thought they'd be mine forever
Lost them anyway
"Come find me"
Thought I did
"Don't blink"
She said
Life will **** you in your sleep
Tears are only water
And blood is only red
Good looking out
You're only dead
Fishhooks once got buried in my heart
And now I'm afraid to breathe
To pull them out
They'll only dig deep
If tragedy breathes hope
Then hope is the last thing I need
Rumor has it gravity is sometimes broken
So I'm stuck here waiting for
Other people
Including you
To free-float off this planet
See I once kissed this girl and regretted
Nothing as I fell upwards to my doom
Still remember how
Her silky hair blossoms like newborn spring
And since then
Every flower smells exactly the same
Needed you
Couldn't admit to
You left the cage door open when you
Got up and left
But I don't go outside anymore
Threw my favorite ball
And it never came back
A defining moment was when
You suggested we should have shots
And then you shot me dead
I'd draw lines in the sand
You'd draw circles in the sky
And I'd mistakingly try to walk on air
Just to catch up
I'm creative that way
In pretending
Thought I had wings like you
But they weren't really there.
Jul 20, 2015
Jul 20, 2015 at 7:57 AM UTC
I unfriended you on Facebook,
unfollowed on twitter & instagram
All because you were
and now you’re not my man
I hesitated at first
I truly didn’t want to
But I had no choice
as soon as we were through
Cause the pain I feel is real
from our last breakup fight
You left me all alone
crying through the night
So why would I stay friends?
What I want we cannot be
You seem to think it's fine
despite the hurt you caused me
Now my mind’s consumed
by all our memories
Our laughs, your kisses & smile
just feels like a distant dream
How is it that I thought our love
was an amazing rarity?
Instead it was a messed up fate
controlled by insecurity
But even so I lay in bed
depressed, without a plan
All because I thought you were
and now you’re not my man
Aug 25, 2014
Aug 25, 2014 at 2:15 PM UTC
WHAT THE **** IS GOING ON.
Why am I blocked and unfollowed.
Numbers changed.
You have a new boyfriend?
You hate each other now,
And then I'm just....What?
I literally have no clue
And I want to say that I couldn't care less.
Or some poetic **** about sadness
Or nostalgia welling up in my throat.
But I honestly just want to know
What the **** is happening.
But no one is going to fill me in.
I'm out.
Whatever.
Oct 16, 2014
Oct 16, 2014 at 4:26 AM UTC
i dislike poems,
they welcome memories of you to waltz in my mind.
i loathe poems,
they make me reminisce every encounter with you.
i abhor poems,
they never fail to make me maudlin; pity myself.
i curse them,
i have unfollowed nearly every poetry accounts on instagram yet they still appear in my feed.
right,
then it hits me that i still am following some poetry accounts.
why?
because i enjoy self-pitying, victimising myself.
and?
i like to reminisce about the past.
not to mention,
the memories of you are irreplaceable.
May 20, 2019
May 20, 2019 at 1:47 AM UTC
For so long I struggled
With trying to jumble words
Together
To write a poem
For you
For our friendship
But it has now dawned on me
That perhaps our friendship
Is one that is no longer in tact
It is fading
It is withering
Like a flower
After a long hot summer
Drifting into fall
A start to an end
I was in denial
I tried to ignore the signs
Every small text ignored
Every small shove aside
Every plan unfollowed
I felt it
I knew
Perhaps you did too
Our lives are changing
I always thought
We would make it through
But our friendship
One that has lasted half our lives
Is one that I never presumed
Wouldn't stand the test of time.
Sep 6, 2016
Sep 6, 2016 at 2:19 AM UTC
My friends have all unfollowed me
on social media,
since I started following them on the streets,
on their way back from work,
when they're all alone,
unprotected from their deep sea thoughts.
They know that now I only dream their dreams
and live their lives,
like a professional xerox machine.
The world stopped walking and now it's planning its suicide,
hitting Capital points of its body,
every day.
We all have words but few own meaning,
we all wish for clean keyboards but
no one has something that isn't ***** to put out there.
We're part of a group of solitary mad people,
digital born followers,
with no one left to lead,
with no paths to choose from
and no clean clothes for the our own memorial.
the day we live in
is the day we fly.
Apr 8, 2017
Apr 8, 2017 at 4:16 PM UTC
It’s not that I’m afraid to go to sleep, it’s that I'm afraid of waking up
I don’t like the feeling of realizing I was just dreaming that stuff
Because I miss her
And she haunts my dreams
And in them I apologize, and she accepts me
And everything becomes as I know it was meant to be
And finally, I am granted some peace
But then I wake up
And I realize that never happened
I realize I can’t talk to her anymore
I lost my chance when that man killed a *****
I lost my chance when I cut her off and ignored
I lost it when she finally unfollowed me after 3 years of waiting on me
I lost it when she stopped posting photos, and I couldn’t check on her, make sure she still breathes
I will never forgive myself for pretending that I didn’t care
I will live on with the vile knowledge that I betrayed her
Oct 18, 2018
Oct 18, 2018 at 3:19 PM UTC
I’ve only ever wanted a husband to love me, and that’s all.
Baseline singular deepest dream
I’ve had it my whole life.
But what I have is shame, sitting on my back, shoved down my throat, piercing through my heart, freezing me up
I’ve let them all down
Everyone I love
Everyone who loves me
Everyone who loved me
To my mom:
I’m sorry I don’t get out of bed everyday.
I’ve been really sad, I just need some time.
I’m so ashamed I can’t do what you want for me
To my sisters:
You guys are the best, you’ve been my support
I’m ashamed because I’m scared to call you
To my friends:
I want to be there for you, I want to be good to you, I’m scared I’ll fail you
I’m ashamed that I can’t even text back when you’re all so kind to me
To my church:
I want to be a better sister, a better servant, I’m terrified of being a burden
I’m ashamed that I’m scared of you and I’m ashamed of how much I cry when I’m with you
To everyone I met:
I’m sorry I unfollowed you, I’m sorry I hurt him, I’m sorry I disappeared, I’m sorry there’s no good answers, I’m sorry I couldn’t live up to what I tried to be.
I’m so ashamed that I can’t be her, that I’m not there, that I didn’t become your friend and family. That it’s my fault.
To Joann:
I’m so very sorry that I couldn’t be your daughter and that I couldn’t take care of your son.
I’m very ashamed I can’t bring myself to write to you and try to explain or even just apologize.
To you:
I’m ashamed because I think you’ve read the things I wrote. I’m ashamed that I’ve been so depressed and hurting over a lot of things, some concerning you and some of them not. I’m ashamed that it’s me you were with. I’m ashamed that I have hurt you, to any extent. I’m ashamed that I exist being the person I am and I’m ashamed that I was so wrong. I’m ashamed that I know that we can’t, won’t, aren’t capable of talking for a really really long time because I know I can’t handle it.
I am ashamed because I am so locked up and frozen in place because of shame and because all I’ve been able to do is cry.
Jul 21, 2021
Jul 21, 2021 at 1:21 PM UTC
I am underwater how do I chase?
Please forgive my blockings being unfollowed saddens me
I am only human make mistakes
Trying to understand your poetry without seeing your face
as the mirrors fogs I pushed to defog and unmask
I am a realist in attitude
vission depiction is hard to do
seeing across the cyber space cold computer screen with clarity is exausting however fun
I guess I lost it forgive me
what I searched for desperatly
to find and hungrily devour
has found me instead
the final blow was executed
bittersweet the object of my
obsession has withdrown
a sacred tree tored in half
I remain changed wiser
a crying sorrowful nymph
bent fallen in this battlefield arena
my world in shambles remains
my sacred tree unreachable is
I struggle to breath as
I come up for a little fresh air
and a mighty hand pushes
me down
down under water again
and again
I appologize have mercy on my soul beloved loyal reader how much more wiser thou art
I hope whats on the other side is better than on this mirrored life of mine.
understand me please I pleed
that I may gather strenght
before I go hence and be no more
~~~~~~~~~~~~
By: Karijinbbs
Aug 27, 2019
Aug 27, 2019 at 1:27 PM UTC
We find ourselves always weaving a web of lies
Hiding behind in the despair we wish to vanquish.
Painting faces, painting personalities.
To try and make things right.
But who is to say it's not wrong?
We walk down the wrong roads,
Trying to find ourselves,
But it's not really us.
Dreams remain unfollowed,
Hopes are forgotten,
Everything is just a memory.
Reality is just the faintest remark.
Everything is so ideal.
Masks are real faces,
Costumes are everyday clothes
No one is living in Reality.
Just webs of lies...
Oct 19, 2011
Oct 19, 2011 at 9:03 PM UTC
i realize i was sad
depressive
"gone"
a little help would
have been
nice
or at least
understanding
even nicer?
to feel as if i wasn't alone
to say the least
Oct 8, 2013
Oct 8, 2013 at 6:11 AM UTC
Written in liquid gold. preserved, ancient, & old. Unfollowed & hollow.
Unerased with a path untraced.
I am someone who is friendly & polite.
On any day & every night.
I am not violent & do not fight.
I don't possess the gift of sight.
But I feel my future is bright.
Do you mind opening this gate!
Don't hate your destiny's fate.
Nothing is what I ate.
It is far to the other side.
Of the globe the ocean divides.
Corruption waits inside.
If there was food you know I eat the whole plate.
Enough said.
A hunger you fed?
I get it you don't like women in your bed. Abnormal desires in your head.
Jan 11, 2015
Jan 11, 2015 at 3:19 PM UTC
I no longer wake up in the morning longing for your touch
or wishing I could see the tired look in your eyes
as we rush to a class we don't care about
I don't search your stupid youtube videos anymore when I am lonely
When I am lonely
I often have to remind myself it is better to be alone
I unfollowed you on instagram
but I still keep tabs on your pictures
not because I miss you
but because I often have to remind myself where this bitterness comes from
why my chest is ice cold
why I am angry at geography
why
I no longer dream of you every third night
but you flutter on the inside of my eyelids
before I fade into darkness
I no longer dream of you every third night
because I no longer dream
There is only darkness
until I awake
where I do not even wish for light
because then I would see what I am missing when my day begins
Apr 9, 2014
Apr 9, 2014 at 12:41 AM UTC
It's amusing to me
The way you hang
On every word
You memorized all
The things I've
Said since the day
We met on odd
Terms. You so
Far away
I was lost
When you found
Me that night
Here we are now
Hearts shattered
Dreams unfollowed
I'm lost again
At least I think
You're gone
With the summer
Wind now only
A breeze
In my hair.
Nov 21, 2013
Nov 21, 2013 at 12:20 AM UTC
it was like you had disappeared within a matter of seconds.
messages ceased, accounts were unfollowed, and a friendship
had suddenly ended.
every plan we had ever made, ever promise we had ever kept,
it no longer seemed to matter.
we talked of the future, the past, the present
and those forbidden "what if's"
now i drive by your house on my way to work and i see your car parked out front
and i wonder
do you ever think about me the way i think about you?
Jul 3, 2018
Jul 3, 2018 at 2:40 PM UTC
I check my followers every day
and when the clock turns back
it makes my heart sink
because it's not that I think
that I've been unfollowed
I certainly don't think that
no, as my clock ticks backwards it's
because who I follow also declines
by each tock, according to the stats
So yeah,
every time I lose a follower
my heart shrivels inside my chest
because another person I admire
has laid down their pen to rest
Apr 11, 2015
Apr 11, 2015 at 2:03 AM UTC
Write down my thoughts to get them out of my head
You're so ******* brilliant, you devilishly cruel former lover
The way you always sneak back into my head
Even though I just had the best *** I've had in months, with somebody
else
God ****** ! I miss you
I miss you, I just dreamed about running into you on the street and you kissing me and then just walking away, leaving me in tears and speechless
Goodness, I'm probably crazy, you stopped writing me lover letters months and months ago and started writing me letters of hate and sadness, those stopped months ago too
I'm dwelling on the past
Got to tell myself not to be stupid
It's a good thing my anger deleted you from my phone and unfollowed you on every social media, because I would send you messages all the time
Tonight I would say: Hey, I really miss you. I know it seems kind of out of the blue that I'm texting you, and probably completely inappropriate of me, but like I said I really miss you. I've been wondering how things are going in your life, like I'm genuinely curious to know how things are really going for you. Oh, and also I miss talking to you more than anything I've ever missed, I really miss sharing my thoughts with you and listening to you shares yours with me
Oct 29, 2014
Oct 29, 2014 at 2:47 AM UTC
Unfollowed,
blocked,
deleted,
ignored.
No more hallucinating.
I quit you.
Aug 17, 2016
Aug 17, 2016 at 5:11 PM UTC