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poems-of-nothing · 1 year
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Sometimes
I don’t know 
if we even 
know each other— 
sometimes 
I don’t know 
what's going on— 
sometimes 
I’m just confused— 
sometimes 
I don’t think 
you care— 
sometimes 
I wonder if there are 
other things 
you hide from me. 
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poems-of-nothing · 1 year
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Mirage
Perhaps even Satan 
dreams of heaven. 
I wonder, does he 
reminisce? 
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poems-of-nothing · 1 year
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Malicious
I fall
asleep
thinking
how cruel
god must be.
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poems-of-nothing · 1 year
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Turmoil
I think
all of this
is making me
crazy,
exhausted;
I think
I'll take a nap.
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poems-of-nothing · 1 year
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Anesthetic
I keep on 
      numbing 
my mind 
      body 
      soul 
and  
      blocking 
out  
      thoughts 
and  
      feelings 
and it’s getting 
       in the way 
of 
 
        Me. 
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poems-of-nothing · 1 year
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Sojourn
They tell me to remain gentle
stay soft
linger on as the sweet little girl I
used to be
before
before
before
but how does one remain gentle, stay soft,
stay sweet and little
when I've been playing dead my whole life
when the devil's own hooves
dance across my dreams
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poems-of-nothing · 2 years
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Suffering
-For Landon
When I think about the fact
that I've missed you for
longer than I knew you, that
I've spent years remembering
and years grieving those memories,
that your face changes
in your grave but
never in my mind,
I crumble—
and how do I turn that into poetry?
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poems-of-nothing · 2 years
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Left Behind
-For Landon
I want you to
know that nothing
feels right anymore;
that all I can
feel are the scars
you left behind.
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poems-of-nothing · 2 years
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One Hour
How many times
have I told myself,
"just get through
one more hour,"
"one more day,"
"one more week,"
and why haven't
I realized?
It all adds up.
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poems-of-nothing · 2 years
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Running
I find myself running again,
in whatever ways I can.
I run from my world
and find myself a new one;
video games, books,
manga, movies,
magazines—
anything
but this.
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poems-of-nothing · 2 years
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Static
My head is but
a symphony
in stasis.
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poems-of-nothing · 2 years
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Dialectical
Well, which is it?
Unrelenting rage?
Or
perpetual sorrow?
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poems-of-nothing · 2 years
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Roses and Lilies
When I try
to imagine you,
all I can see
is your grave,
and the flowers
we put on top.
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Birth Date
I did it—
another year,
spinning
around this
sun,
drifting
around this
hellhole,
shambling
around
dazed—
and
for what?
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poems-of-nothing · 2 years
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Ocean of Tears
When I swim
in this ocean,
I wonder if it
was filled with
my own
bitter tears.
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Black Egg
False successor,
born of black
moon—
Conceived by
light
and water,
living within
multitudes
of nothing—
I survive,
only to hate
and hurt.
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poems-of-nothing · 2 years
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Deep Sea
Ocean waves
take me
deeper, deeper—
further and further—
I’m cold now, and
I can’t fight it
anymore.
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