#angst poetry

[trusthevillain]

"I'm afraid."

"Of what?"

"Of losing. Losing what I've gained with so much effort. I'm afraid of the realization that I didn't deserve it in the first place. It took me a long, long time to get here, Hero. And I'm afraid one day I'll wake up and it's all gone. I'm afraid of losing everything and realizing what I actually am: nothing. I'm nothing. I'm not a shadow or a reflection. I'm nothing. I'm just a notion... You know that feeling when you wake up from a good dream but you just can't remember, no matter what you do? I'm that dream. I'm nothing but a forgotten dream. It's like I'm the thing on the other side of people's dreams: they'll forget me but I'm cursed to remember. I'm not even a memory, Hero.

I am me. And that's punishment enough."

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[byegonnagocrynow]

An ode to the love lost

And I sit here, burned by grief of what could've been only if one of us would accumulate the courage to live our truth.

'I wonder what it would be like to run my fingers through his curls'- I didn't realise I had voiced that thought. Maybe I said it in a released sigh or a whisper, maybe i yelled, either way I don't remember. It was a harmless fleeting attraction, or so i thought. He was pretty, yes, but he was also beautiful and intriguing in its highest sense. The kind of beauty uncharted waters offer. Mesmerizing, even. He'd leave you in a trance once you set your eyes on him. Or maybe you were exaggerating. Maybe, as pointed by many to you, you simply put him on a pedestal and romanticised him. Maybe he was just another boy with toned muscles, a smile that could light up cities of darkness and hair so tangled that hung loose on top of his forehead. His eyes, oh God, his eyes! His eyes were in resemblance of late autumn leaves that brought in the joy of it being cold and festive again. His eyes were the shade of brown that feels safe enough to confide in. Those irises alone would make you want to confess your dirtiest sins, in assurance that you'd be forgiven regardless. Yet, they were treacherous enough to doubt. The kind that swirl like sweet nectar. Brown, copper eyes that held in some kind of Greek tragedy. His eyes were gentle, almost vulnerable, like a fleeting gazelle's, one fleeing from potential predators. You'd see him staring right into your soul and you couldn't help but look away. Until you'd look back at that familiar warmth of christmas socks and hot chocolate on a chilly morning while you wrote letters to your lost lover by the fire. Destined for a grand tragedy. You'd look back, timid to hold eye contact, wondering what if it was all too good to be true? Men weave beautiful blankets of lies, you were aware. But you'd find his eyes breathless, as if after a passionate kiss and you'd know. You'd know that boyish grin by heart. You'd have it memorised as if it were beats you've hummed for months. You'd know he was luring you but you had known for a while now that that allure wasn't one of malice. What you wouldn't know was if he'd ever reciprocate this affection, and that would terrify you. So much that you'd never bring yourself to confess. And just like that, a love that could've been one for the history books, died suffocating under the ruins of ancient cities.

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[am-i-a-boy-or-a-crybaby]

A waste

What a waste of a woman

What a waste of a sexy physique

What a waist what a chest

Such a shame

The way she crushes her ribs and casts herself “sir”

What a waste of a woman to wish to be a man

What a waste of a womb

What a waste of my time

When she knows that she will never truly be “him” in our eyes

He’s a waste of a woman

-Grayson H

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[smol-stardust]

Unavoidable darkness ahead.

Crimson puddle to the right,

Abysmal void to the left

Betrayal if returning

Bones cluttered

Glass shattered

All is right but wrong

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[menacetosocietyy]

Me when I log on to see someone liked multiple posts of mine:

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[weuneigh]

never forever, forever never

don’t tell me forever when even the sun leaves and the leaves fall and the fall is inevitable and the inevitable scars and the scars never fade and what never fades is all that remains forever.

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[astoryfullofwoe]

shelter dog

i’m nothing but a shelter dog;

mean because i’m terrified.

desperate to be loved but

snapping at anyone who tries;

needy and overly attached

while being cold and distant—

but i can’t help it,

call it survival instinct;

i can’t be left broken hearted

if i have no heart left to break, right?

your love is a new home but

the feeling of being trapped

does not go away just because

you can’t see the bars anymore.

the cage disappears but that

doesn’t mean the scars do.

i’ll bite the hand that feeds me because

what if it’s not pets this time, but a strike?

i have my hackles up at all times,

growling at sudden movements,

because i have been through too much torment

to let myself be beaten again.

i’d rather be called a bad dog

than be kicked in the stomach

by yet another foot.

but why do you keep stepping on my paws?

it’s an accident followed by apologies

but i still yelp and must

lick my wounds alone nonetheless.

every time i show my belly,

that vulnerable skin ends up wounded,

and there you are, oblivious

in the other room,

and i’m left with only the stars

to hear my aching howls.

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[cythepoet]

Don't you know that I'm dying inside,

Don't you know that I'm bleeding,

Don't you know that I need you,

Don't you know that I'm hurt,

Fuck,

Obsessed again,

With your shitty behavior and actions,

Fuck,

I've gone insane,

I thought I had left all this,

Fuck,

Memories going blank,

Erasing your mistakes and forgetting,

Whatever,

I'll break free of this cycle,

Again and again,

Spinning and spiraling,

Again and again,

I'll stop and think,

Someday.

- Cy

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[capbrie]

happy birthday - e.m.

i’m about to be twenty and all my scars are fading; no more reminders of childhood pets or the imprints they left behind.

i could make new scars, but it all feels childish now, like a salve that’s gone off and should’ve been thrown out already.

i’m in my third year taking first year classes, ‘no, probably not this year, but hopefully next.’ i’ll graduate eventually, but then what?

i’ll be twenty-one years old with my bachelors degree, no actual life lived, just texts and keywords forever imprinted in my mind. yes, i could explain the effects of postfeminism in the media, no, i do not know what it is like to love someone and be loved back.

i’ll spend my birthday alone and end the night crying about how i spent my birthday alone. no, i did not make plans for a party, yes, maybe i would have liked one anyway.

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[doriandistortion]

you are more than a mannequin's hysteria.

And God, how lucky you are to have all eyes on you.

Walk, grinning and grieving out onto the platform and feel the emptiness beneath your feet, every step is a painful reminder of this pathetic charade.

You wear your torn scaly skin, shimmering like it’s a badge of honor. As if it proves something about your resilience.

But don't worry, the stage is here for the sincere. A triumph of spirit, with no name and no brilliance.

So keep smiling, my dear imposter, and embrace your newfound lack of disgust for yourself.

- D 10/19/23 - 12:19AM

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[nyxie-stix]

finally, i put down my pen.

for how could i ever write when the memory of you bleeds along with the ink?

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[trusthevillain]

"You ask me if I have a soul...

I used to.

Before.

Before everything.

Before the fall.

Before her."

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[byegonnagocrynow]

my sanity is fragile, but what even is love if it doesn't drive you insane?

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[am-i-a-boy-or-a-crybaby]

Doe in Disguise

I am in familiar company

This is a group that I am not new in and yet I feel like a stumbling doe

My legs are gentle and might break under the slightest pressure

But I appear a stag

I have learned how to fabricate my figure

But at nightfall I am returned to reality

A stag without his horns, in a room of other does

No matter how much I attempt to run

My body still curves in a manner that as I sleep,

It is hard to

hide

-grayson h

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[mskpassed]

Blame me, blame yourself, blame us for what I've become

I am not good with words and I never was. I never felt like these things were worth writing, I don't see why you can't just be straightforward with someone. And I met you, and I've met others, and I now know why.

And I've been on and off my own life, on and off my own history of mistakes and wants. I've never been stable enough to keep myself alive without you around.

Have I ever been a poet? Never, no. Not really. You're the one with the rhymes, with the nice words, with the pace of your love. I will never be like you, I don't want to be like you, but I also never will be myself without you.

This no longer is the high way, it's just the road to a place where I never felt like I belonged. And I'm experiencing things I don't remember living through. And I lose myself to that mask hanging from the door of my room. And I've never been myself before, only with you.

You know how badly I don't want to talk about you. You know how much I hate seeing everything around me fall apart in the abyss of my own misery. Of my own delusion, of my own actions, of my own shadows.

The way you word your life is like reading a love letter towards the person it's all about. Don't let me be some dumb poetic guy, don't let me live as an emotional jerk with no regard for others, don't let me become a good person just because you can.

You're the poet, all I ever was is a shadow of a man I never was. Why'd you have to be like this? Why'd you have to be someone who knows how to bring a smile to my face?

I've never hated you more than now, I've never wanted to see your face filled with blood more than now, I've never needed to hit you in the face more than now.

Don't look at me and see me differently, you know who I am and always have known. It's not news to you nor is it something foreign to me.

I will never be into this chapter of your life where you get to be a hero and I am left to be a villain. I'll make sure I either end you or end me.

So much for what, right? So much for what, so much rage for what, so much pain for what? You tell me.

I am telling you things that you hope aren't true, I wouldn't be able to tell you it. I'm not special, I'm not good, I'm not nice.

My biggest mistake in my life was letting you know that feelings come from within.

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[cemeteryspark]

Zombie

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