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lunacypoet · 1 year

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Low

I’ve been feeling pretty low again recently. I’ve been trying to keep myself distracted the last few days to pretend that it isn’t happening, but it hasn’t worked. It’s just delayed the inevitable. And yeah, I laughed a bit here and there, and I had some good moments too. But I keep finding myself zoning out and just disappearing into that low space again. I know it’s gonna take a while before I finally get used to the ups and downs, but it’s just so hard on these days where I don’t want to get out of bed or speak to anyone. I know I’ve got people I can talk to, and I know they would happily listen. But this is something I have to get through on my own, so I’m gonna try my best to do this for me.

~ Lunacy

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paulrkohn · 2 years

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I am a speck in the universe… My voice loud, as I scream my heart out to the moon and the stars, The only things that ever hear me in my darkness, yet they show me the way, always stay. Each experience flashing before my eyes, as I clutch at the good, process the bad, lament in all things loved and lost, missing moments and people as I heal, regrow. Knowing nothing happens by chance, each experience important and divine in timing, just as the stars in the sky were scattered, yet precisely placed in their prominent position on the canvas of the galaxy. . Image: Canva . #Poetry #Poet #Poem #poetrycommunity #poetryofinstagram #poetrylovers #lostinthought #Empath . #packpoetry #bymepoetry #bymepoetryaus #untwineme #untwinemeaustralia #poetconnection #silverleafpoetry #writersflare #poetsongram #globalagepoetry #bleedingsoulpoetry #discovermypoetry #poets_area #societyofpoetry #poetsgalaxy #poetscity #edgysquirrelpoetry #worldofpoetry #streetwritersofficial https://www.instagram.com/p/CZnbp1HBjcK/?utm_medium=tumblr

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aj-poetry · 4 years

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SCREAMS OF SILENCE  Sometimes, voices can be noises. Disconnect for awhile and appreciate the silence.  https://www.instagram.com/p/CD0ZwPHncQC/?igshid=1x6jg9agmjpr8

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strangerwrites · 4 years

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. I wake up in the morning like I wake up every day, I follow the same schedule like I follow every day, But today at the end of day, It is different from the rest, I made a new friend without even sending the request, We have the same love for poetry and same love for one society, We believe aliens are for real and live somewhere without fear, Our taste in music isn't same but that's doesn't mean we have different flame, Our poetry connects us very well and she even weaves so good and well, Hope to have this connection for long so that we both can feel where we really belong. -Dilpuneet Singh- . I wrote this while having a little poetry session with @koshe_salayi and she is amazing writer and weaver, please go checkout her profile and support her. . . Follow @writer_dilpuneetsingh for more!! . . . . #silverleafpoetry #bleedingsoulpoetry #thewritersturf #spilledinkpoetry #madewords #dilpuneetsinghpoetry #poetrycommunity #spilledthoughts #poetrybyme #writinginspiration #writings #poetsofig #poetrygram #discovermypoetry #writerscorner (at Earth) https://www.instagram.com/p/CCvjzsjDrq-/?igshid=w09s33mp0qlm

#silverleafpoetry #bleedingsoulpoetry #thewritersturf #spilledinkpoetry #madewords #dilpuneetsinghpoetry #poetrycommunity #spilledthoughts #poetrybyme #writinginspiration #writings #poetsofig #poetrygram #discovermypoetry #writerscorner

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johnmichael-official · 4 years

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"B.E.A.C.H.: Best Escape Anyone Can Have." . . . . . . #pentupthoughts #bleedingsoulpoetry #micropoetry #poetryandprose #prosepoetry #bymepoetry #bymepoetrylove #untwineme #untwinemeph #globalagepoetry #evepoetrygroup #subtlepoetz #poeticreveries_ #discovermypoetry #weloveglobalpoets #writerstag #writersph #madewords #packpoetry #tpmd #poetrycorner #poetrycommunity #poetsofinstagram #poetryofig #soulmatequotes #artofpoets #poetryisnotdead #poetrygram https://www.instagram.com/p/B_4vYRVHjse/?igshid=1me0b6jq0kmac

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floatinglove08 · 4 years

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#yourquote #quote #qotd #quoteoftheday #wordporn #quotestagram #wordswag #wordsofwisdom #inspirationalquotes #writeaway #thoughts #poetry #instawriters #writersofinstagram #writersofig #writersofindia #igwriters #igwritersclub #foundationpoetry #globalpoetry #bymepoetryasia #oneliners #onelinerpoetry ... .... ... .... .... @shareyourpoetry @discovermypoetry @globalagepoetry @train_rain_publishing @apoeticview @writersflare @thelonenotebook @silverleafpoetry @poets (at Lucknow, Uttar Pradesh) https://www.instagram.com/p/CBaSUfzAS94/?igshid=68iuq819rktk

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beingdarkpoet · 4 years

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𝑌𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝒉𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝐼𝑛 𝑡𝒉𝑒 𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑂𝑓 𝑚𝑦 𝒉𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡, 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝒉𝑎𝑟𝑚 𝑚𝑒 𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝐼 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝐼 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝒉𝑎𝑣𝑒, 𝑁𝑜 𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝒉𝑒 𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑠 𝑁𝑜 𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝒉𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑠. @maliha_bazai . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . @poeticreveries_ @discovermypoetry @writers_around @awritersbussines @pentupthoughts @wordsandpoets @bymepoetry @bymepoetrywell @bymepoetryamerica @bymepoetrylove @bleedingsoulpoetry @train_river_publishing @untwineme @untwineme.uk @doortooursouls @poets @poetscafe @beingsheblog @the_.underwood (at Song of My Heart) https://www.instagram.com/p/B-rU_r4Jwhl/?igshid=2gknoyq4zd5w

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lunacypoet · 1 year

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All My Fears

I’m alone again in my room. This is my fourth panic attack of the day and even my anxiety meds aren’t helping to calm me down. I’ve reached out to 6 people for help and not a single one has responded. And suddenly I am a kid again, alone in my bedroom, wishing I had someone to comfort me and hold me and tell me everything will be okay. I’m waiting for my parents to come home, or pick me up from school again, and I’m terrified that they’ll never come back. I’m all alone again and I’m so scared I can’t breathe. And as much as I love the people in my life, I’m never anyone’s priority. Once again I’ve been put on the back burner, left to become ash. Half an hour I’ve been here crying and shaking just waiting for someone to read my message. And I’ll probably delete the message before they see it because I don’t want to bother anyone any more than I already do. Most of the people I’ve messaged aren’t even in the same part of the country as me, I don’t need it to be physical comfort, I just needed someone to show me they care. I don’t want to be that scared little kid again, I can’t end up like that again. I promised I would get better. I need to be better.

~ Lunacy

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lunacypoet · 2 years

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Enough

I’ll never be enough.

Not for my friends, or my family, or love.

I’m not pretty enough.

I’m not skinny enough.

I’m not happy enough, or sad enough, or strong enough.

I can’t love enough.

I can’t feel enough.

I can’t be enough, or want enough, or express enough.

I’ll never be enough for someone to love me.

I’ll never be enough for someone to embrace who I am.

I’ll never be enough for someone to help me, or see me, or want me.

But most of all I’ll never be enough for myself.

And I’ve had enough.

~ Lunacy

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lunacypoet · 1 year

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The Seven Seas

It hit me last night just how much I can feel all at once.

It comes in waves (more like a tsunami),

And it drags me under relentlessly.

Deeper and deeper until the seas pour from my eyes (all seven of them).

I want to make it stop.

Build myself a dam and keep it all at bay.

One made of branches and trees rather than patching up the holes with twigs (where it will finally stay in place).

~ Lunacy

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lunacypoet · 2 years

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The Harbinger of Death

“This is the end”, I say.

I hear you reply, “the end of what?”.

“This is the end”, I repeat, solemn and dull, like the harbinger of death.

My life slowly falling, like the sands through the hourglass, as I sink into slumber.

Into a dream more like reality than the life I used to live.

One where I no longer recognise my own features, as if I were someone else.

And yet, the unfamiliarity is somewhat comforting.

Offering me a reprieve from my self-hatred.

You watch me slip out of this consciousness and into the next, recognition following swiftly behind as if on a leash.

“This is the end”, I say, one final time.

~ Lunacy

Note: this one was difficult to write for many reasons, one of which being that I wrote this in a delirious fever due to being sick. Another reason unfortunately being my very fragile mental state, and although this may not mean anything to anyone else, it means a lot to me, even in my currently crazed condition, and that is enough.

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lunacypoet · 2 years

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To anyone that sees this, even if that’s just me, I just want to say that it’s okay. It’s okay that you feel like this. I know how it feels. I know what it’s like drowning in an immortal body, having the water fill your lungs until they burn but never dying. No matter how much you want to.

All of this torture is just you wanting to live. Because what is life without the living part? And I know you can barely make it out of bed in the mornings, and sometimes you even find it hard to breathe, but it’s okay. You don’t need to feel guilty. Not for wanting to go out and try to live your life, or trying to enjoy yourself when you’re out with friends. Don’t feel guilty about the laugh that falls from your mouth, you’re allowed to try even when you feel like you shouldn’t. It’s not your fault you’ve lived with this so long that you’ve formed a relationship with it. Just remember that even when it hugs, it suffocates you more, you don’t owe it anything. It’s okay to try.

If you read this, it’s okay. Just try to live, for me.

~ Lunacy

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lunacypoet · 2 years

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I lied to my therapist today. Again. I told her I was doing better, that I’m improving. I didn’t have the guts to tell her the truth. That I’m starting to lose it all again, that I’m getting bad. It was our last session so I wanted her to feel like I had improved so she wouldn’t have to worry about me after this. I gave her the hope that I don’t even have for myself. I just gave it away. What do I do now?

~ Lunacy

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lunacypoet · 2 years

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Chronically Single

I’m that friend that’s chronically single. The one you feel sorry for all the time because she’s alone. The one you feel guilty talking to about your relationship because I wouldn’t know how that feels. It’s not all bad, I can at least pretend to understand what it’s like through what you tell me, and sometimes that’s nice. I want to be happy for you. I really do. But it’s harder other days when I realise that’s it’s been so long and no one wants me. People in relationships keep telling me “it’s okay, the right guy will come along one day and it’ll all be worth it”. “Be patient”, I’m told. I’m 22. I’ve been patient long enough. I’ve never been kissed, or had a relationship. I’ve never even had someone remotely interested in me. I don’t blame them really, I don’t have that much to offer apart from my fragile heart. But it wants to love someone and have someone love it back. I know 22 is young, and I’ve got a long life to go, but it hurts when everyone around you isn’t single. Days out and phone calls become relationship-centred. And again I can never relate. And the worst part about it is that I’d rather have my heart broken into a million pieces than not have had anything. Because it would mean I was at least worth something to someone at the start. I think that’s what Tennyson meant. It’s better to have loved and lost than never loved at all. At least there was love once. I’ll keep waiting but it’s becoming more of a dream than a real possibility now. Until then I’ll remain chronically single. ~Lunacy

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lunacypoet · 3 years

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Break Me

I have all this poetry and love and kindness inside me. It’s just looking for someone to love. Waiting for the day that someone gives it a chance. Despite the faults and defects that come with it. It is the type of love that people have been writing about for centuries, the kind that people sing about. And it is stored up in this little bottle with a label that says “break me”, wishing for someone to come along that has the guts to just knock it off its shelf and embrace the chaos. Until then, it sits there, gently simmering with anticipation watching people pass by and never giving it a second glance. It spends its days wanting to change its little bottle into one more beautiful, more worthy of notation. One with a larger label, a more colourful stain to the glass. But what a shame to have such wonderful contents encased in stained glass when its love is the only thing of importance. With all the hope in the world, one day someone will have just enough curiosity to break the bottle, and although it is fleeting, I can only dare to hope and dream.

~ Lunacy

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lunacypoet · 2 years

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Clouds

I look out the window of the car and watch as the clouds slowly drift by.

Remembering how I used to make things out of them,

All the animals I would spot and their stories.

Now I sit here trying my best to even make a single shape.

And I can’t do it.

They’re just clouds.

Nothing more than gas.

And that scares the hell out of me.

~Lunacy

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