sometimes i want to be invisible what does that mean about me? does it mean i don’t want to be seen and i want to slink into a dark corner of the room and not be looked upon by prying eyes and no one would worry about if i’m okay or does it mean i want to listen to people listen to what they say when they can’t see me listen to the unfiltered words they say when they don’t have to change it just because i’m there listen to their real voice because when you're invisible you can do anything you can be anything you can say anything and no one will care or ask but if you're invisible no one will pick you up when you fall no one will pat the crimson scrapes on your knees no one will wipe away your salty, river of tears maybe i'd rather fly
How are you? such a simple question the simple three words that humanity is programmed to say every time they make contact with another human being Good, i say although the real answer is that i am not doing well and that i am terrified of the dark bags under my eyes and every whisper makes me tense up in my head and i am feeling the weight of every single thing i have to do but i don't say that because no one wants someone who ruins the mood everyone is expecting the same answer and anything different makes people question i'm bringing down peoples' emotions so now the conversation is not a friendly greeting but instead an explanation of my melancholia and a drop-in therapy session an android repair shop So of course! I am doing well.
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ANTTTT why are your poems so relatable T-T "the question" is so true. just. omg. you phrase it so well, and the connection between humans being "programmed" to say those three words and then the "android repair shop" at the end is executed flawlessly. <333
Life is like a table, expected to hold the weight of many objects without breaking or faltering. And these objects are all different some are heavy, like a stack of encyclopedia books some are small, like a butterfly pin. There are many kinds of tables, such as fragile, clear glass, or strong and firm oak, or beautiful marble, which everyone loves to look at. And some tables cover themselves with tablecloths trying to make themselves prettier or make them fit in with the style of the rest of the house. And some tables break, shattering into pieces, snapping at the legs, rendering it into a useless pile of splinters and parts. But tables can be fixed screws drilling parts together superglue mending the wounds. And of course no table can do without a chair or two, who sits by the table always
*Alternate title that is both morbid and funny: Oh no! Our life! It’s broken!
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@Spearmint minttt why do you keep saying such nice stuff on my thread. It’s nice to know that this relatable! And I’m so glad you like my poem, it truly means a lot to hear that you liked it
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welcome to our underwater cove join us in our aquatic bliss free from the thrashing thunderclouds away from scorching sun rays concealed from all the brutality above all we have here are tiny bubbles of joy and the tickling, gentle coral immerse yourself in sublime euphoria submerge yourself in tender peace feel the soft wave graze your skin and the tranquil silence just make sure you'll be able to breathe as the current can slice into your breath and sweep it away like a handful of dust the bubbles of your breath dissolving into the water and it will rush away from you never to return
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love is not caring not exhibiting want, but it's returning love
Poem 20 |Day Twenty-One - Makeup for 20
is this just fantasy?
raining in sweet thoughts drowning in delightful praise who knows if it's real?
Poem 21 |Day Twenty-One
exchanging gazes
sometimes we watch others examine their every move where they pause in speech the tone they carry in their voice with or without reason but perhaps there are others who watch us inspect how we use our hands or whether we stroll or saunter how we bend and twist our brows to express why we want but we never see them because just like us they try to hide it even though they are looking at us with or without reason we always wonder what is there to look at?
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TW: Death It is commonly told that life is like a road, there are hills you must climb, each step has to promise you'll take the next, and slopes you must run down, but don't run too fast or you'll trip. The scenery is ever-changing, from fields of wheat leaning from the billowing wind, or filthy sidewalks and shiny buildings, or a thicket of trees with seldom light seeming through the leaves. There are all kinds of weather that might befall you on a road, such as freezing attacks of blizzards, or a particularly flaming sun baking the glass, or a hard rain whose droplets mask everything in sight. And there is always a start, which have seen, and a destination, but we might not know what it is. So of course life is a road in that way. But sometimes animals cross roads, a whole family or just one. they, too, have a destination but they do not see the cars rushing in like water after a dam is removed, and we can choose to simply keep going and crashing into them like block towers leaving them behind us, wondering whether they where knocked over or smushed into the asphalt, becoming part of it, forever imprisoned like a drawing with permanent marker, a symbol of the fact that nobody cared nobody cared enough to take a few seconds of their time for this animal. Or we can halt everything and just wait. Wait until they are away from the path ahead, wait until they are not in the line of danger. And everyone just goes along, with their normal roads, waiting for what is ahead.
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the creak of the metal limbs oil-filled joints laboring the loud thumps of iron boots hitting the trodden ground their metal grills of mouths spitting out orders they line in perfect arrays even rows, even columns, marching one after another, toward their predetermined fate. Do they stare at each other, wondering why they are walking different from the rest? Do they emit tiny giggles that one's voice sounds funny? Do they point out their wrongdoings as if it will kill someone to make a mistake? Never. Never a shout, never a question. Never do they falter or sway. They are all uniform, they are all the same, their parts bend the same way, their voices speak the same sound their tasks are always completed the same way under the burning sun or the gentle silver moon the machines do not change their story hands clank with iron tools and iron shoes and iron souls until the sun shines no more and the rain pours no more
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People love to imagine life like a tree branches outstretched, leaves blowing free. One that starts as a tiny baby seed and grows tall and towering above plants and weeds. It befriends all the creatures that sit upon its bark, shading them from the sun with a peaceful dark. Stretching its crooked branches high, knowing it can never truly touch the sky. Its roots dug deep into the Earth, it will never move, never stir. But eventually, it will. After many years, and the tree has had many rings, gone through many winters and past many springs, its wood eroding and crumbling down, all that is left is debris of chestnut brown. But sometimes trees are cut with a razor-edged saw, papery dust filling the grass, fresh and raw. The tree has now become a simple stump, the branches are hoisted to be sent somewhere for them to be dumped. All the leaves, and shapes that made it who it was, were whisked away from it just because, because the humans had already chosen its fate, humans who thought trees were an unnecessary weight.
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Everybody knows that life is like a story. All stories have a beginning, just like our lives. we born as an infant and grow up as a child we spent our childhood mainly learning all the basic things we need to know and it is a period of time where we are given all the introductions all the blocks so we can build later on all the pens so we can write after When we are beginning our teen years We are incited to start thinking for ourselves Make our own decisions Choose our own personality And slowly the amount of challenges rise And they become harder and harder Until that point in your life, where are all of your hands are full, every part of your brain is working around the clock, and it feels like everything is raining on our at one time. Sometimes this peak in the mountain occurs earlier, or later, but there is always that climax, where you take all the help you can get, from you mentors and helpers, from everything you learned climbing up the mountain. After the climax is over You can come down the mountain Falling fast but freely until you reach the firm ground where your limbs are feeble from the climb and your bones are more frail than before but this is where it is resolved this is the long-awaited denouement and all stories come to a close all mountain trails have an end all books close
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