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Kalliope May 29
I don't sleep anymore
I haven't slept in days
Bliss doesn't find me
in dreams anymore
So I just stay awake
5 am
Kalliope May 28
It's not loss of money,
not the fear of it not working out,
It's not the lack of time,
never enough to keep it all in line,
It's the day they wake up
realizing I'm no longer fun

She used to smile, and laugh so free,
She used to be silly, humorous as can be
She was adventurous and curious and kind,

She is a woman I miss all the time.
Somewhere between 19 and 23
She lost her way,
Her replacements just aren't quite the same
Kalliope May 28
It's exhausting for a soul
to live in a body
which it hates
4 am
Nick May 28
I wish to adore you forever,
like a never-ending tale,
investing emotionally with each other,
being ingenious and avowing,
creating a stronger bond,
making you feel celestial and truly loved,
never fading away from each other,
like there’s no last resort,
until we pass away,
wishing for the same.

But this yearning is unfulfilled,
leaving me in consternation from the struggles I battle,
philosophizing, if this desire can become true,
handling being constantly misunderstood and bullied,
like a train coming to a dead end,
Praying for my deepest dreams to become a reality,
like a man who knows happiness exists in some form or another, even if it seems invisible to our own eyes.
This poem is about one of my deepest desires in life, with the challenges I battle.
Nick May 28
My thoughts spiral, like a whirlpool,
feeling anxious and lonely,
trapped in loops of thoughts,
staring at the night sky,
wondering if my life would improve,
like a bird flying freely through the meadows, saying, "I'm free!"

Yet my negative thoughts don't perish,
reciting a man's cry in a psych ward,
like a homeless man begging for supplies and freedom, while being misunderstood,
But no luck.

I continue thinking negatively,
becoming used to feeling lonely, and commencing activities alone,
manifesting for peace and happiness,
to assure my inner child that my life will eventually become better,
like a plant regrowing from its dead roots.

I continue,
unexpectedly meeting new people, whom I can cherish,
being understood and included,
continuously improving myself to the best of my abilities,
becoming that one person I dream of being, living a happy and peaceful life.
Jeremy Betts May 27
Is she jealous or angry?
That's the whole daamn thing
She's jealous for sure
The rest is her projecting

Find me laughing
Because it's so fuucking predictable
The "everyday" is everyday
But does that make the ending avoidable?

That's surely a possibility
But I'm not allowed to say I want to end it
Though the heart strings search out the fingers
Are those thoughts event independent?

I hate to admit it
But relationships are just a buffer
Maybe only a classic bowling lane bumper
Because you'll hate to know that know I am no longer finding that I'm stuck here
...

®2025
Think of the moments,
You stop everything, and stare,
Sometimes, not looking at anything,
Sorting, energy, into thoughts,
That arrive so fast, out of no where,
The best ideas & solutions,
Are not always, a long drawn out plan,
Often they just arrive,
As if someone, just placed them in your hand.


The original: Tom maxwell 05/27/2025AD
The star's in the dark sky,
Are just a reflection of the sun's light,
They never touch, each other,
Only the reflection, of the rays,
Connects them, a few hours, during the night.
Like when someone say's they love you,
Although, your alone in bed every night,
As your thoughts start to drift,
Will tomorrow, be another dark cloudy day,
Or will the sky be clear,
And your day will shine very bright.


The original Tom Maxwell  05/27/2025 AD
Kalliope May 27
Did you love me?
Or was it just my laughter at your jokes—
my habit of giggling, even at your half-shady pokes?

Did you love me?
Or did I just have the time?
Did you think, “Yeah, she’s not half bad. This could be just fine.”

Did you love me?
Or were you just scared—
tired of doing life alone, craving a body that cared?

Was it real for you? Or just another game?
Was I a plot point in your story
because the chapters had gotten tame?

These thoughts still haunt me—
and the truth I’ll never know.
Mostly because I’d never ask—
and I wouldn't survive you saying “no.”
Some flowers bloom but never grow,
Their roots too shy to let you know.
Your lunar petals, pale and bright,
Still haunt my garden every night
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