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I feel nothing,
And it's not scary.
I feel my body
But not my heart.

There's nothing
Weighing on me.
The burden's light.
No thoughts race by.

I ignore my mind.
I zone out to find
My sanity's back.
It's all I have.
Ione Mar 31
They say go with the flow-
but I'm just a stagnant water.
Not a beauty, nor a worth-
all the fishes have left the water.
Faith Cubitt Mar 25
everybody warns you about death....
how losing a loved one can destroy your life, ripe apart what you always knew to be reality and shake it out of control completely.
but nobody warns you what its like to morn the death of someone who is still alive, someone who still trapes the earth but has nothing to do with you.
they tell you how this person you love will be taken away, but gone to a better place.
but what about him?
what about the boy I loved more than the universe itself who's gone but just in my life?
and I the one who dies while he still gets the privilege to live?
how do you mourn someone who has yet to die?....
Berrin Yakar Mar 23
Shriveled-up gum,
Stretched rubber,
Strains of love...

A plucked thread at one end,
I'm the only one weaving our way.
But it keeps knotting up.
Yet despite the torn apart bond,
I'll be the one dragging it out.
Feeling of the inability to let go a relation even though the other side of that connection has already been left.
Nat Lipstadt Mar 21
how I got here, what to do,
frozen like a banana, brown,
curved in a bad posture, and
melting aint an available cure

every turn defeats me, too many choices
leads me into more drowing in uncertainty,
the new~ow!~now~word of external tumult,
that wraps me me bound in a blankety submission

talk to walls white and their answers come
pre~whitewashed, reverb off my skin, and
the echo chambers of my heart resist only
because they're already 98% clogged and

very choosy 'bout which truths got left
out
or newbies get let
in
sad sack sanctum
Friday 2/21/25
Celestial Mar 11
In astonishment, I watch a spark.
Around it, a light is growing.
Once thought to be lost in the dark.

I nurture the small flame.
Feeling my last chance flowing.
It won't end the same.

Reminiscent of the one before,
Soon rises the bloom of the fire.
Though it threatens to roar even more.
There is a new beginning.
Faith Cubitt Feb 28
I grip the stained pen....
trying to stay in between the lines.
my hands are shaking, palms sweaty.
pressing the metal ball down towards the crumpled paper, pressing and pressing but nothing comes out....
a tear falls from my cheek as the dry cartridge remind me of you.
stall notebooks lining my book shelf.
I need the ink to bleed from me as you did
but the words are gone since you left.
you were my muse....
Celestial Feb 22
A redundancy,
I smell disdain.
No escape from the pungency.
A failure to break the chain.

A hole grows,
Inside while only one knows.
You, the keeper,
of the inner weeper.

Why wasn't there a difference?
No time to change?
A guess made from inference.
With 10 years, how strange.
Vianne Lior Feb 12
Night swallows the sun,
leaving only shadows tall—
we remain,all that’s left.
I miss you

I miss your face

and how i long

for your embrace




And when you smile

you shine so bright

not a day goes by

without your light




When your path becomes rough

I wish i was there

to help smooth things out

but i don’t know how, when or where




We laughed together

And we cried

we were always there for each other

until i found out that you lied




The day you left

sleepless nights

i lost myself in

all the endless fights




I love you

I hate you

because there’s nothing

there is nothing i can do







I can’t even bring myself

to look deep in your eyes

I try to look strong

but the tears bring forth my demise




When we cross paths

I try to ignore that pretty face

but instead I turn around

and try to walk at my own pace




I wish

I could see you again

to go back to the old days

when you were my friend
About an old friend I used to have, as well as a romantic twist that didn't apply to us
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