#late night poetry

[wordsbyicarus]

cement sadness

sadness sits like cement in my throat

with no way out

nothing can dissolve it

one day i'll drown on it

as it seeps into my lungs

-i

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[mouthymermaid]

I sometimes wish I could dissect myself

And take out the soft parts of me

Because what good is a tender heart, anyway?

🔪❤️‍🩹🥀

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[spoofymcgee]

isn't it strange? how you can love someone, with only part of you heart?

because i do love you. i do. but the people i consider some of my closest friends are the ones you think an abomination–you would spit at them in the street–you are afraid of them.

they're my age. they do not know you–they want nothing more than to be left alone to live their lives.

you love me.

but you pick and choose which parts of me to love and sometimes i wonder if you only love the person i was when i was two and five and ten and twelve.

that person does not exist. she is a mask i wear when i talk to you, smiling and laughing and not once letting on that there's something beneath because you wouldn't be able to see it anyway.

i will only ever be that little girl to you.

i haven't been her in a long time.

and we have it in common, that we both love her.

but i never had a chance to pretend that she didn't grow up, and you will never do anything but.

so i love you, but not with my whole heart.

there is a part of me that hates you, an instinctive reaction to anyone who would threaten the people i care about. there is a part of me that hates you because you will not look at me–only at who i was when they put me in your arms for the first time.

and i hate this, hating you, but what else do you want me to do?

because.

i am afraid of you.

i am afraid of losing that cornerstone of love that has been there my whole life.

only–maybe i lost it the second i grew limbs you wouldn't look at and heads you wouldn't kiss and eyes you wouldn't meet.

so.

you love me. i love you.

and somehow, this room is still so empty.

#my grandfather and my best friend's grandmother both found the same shitty conservative skit to send us #separately and in no relation to each other #and i am Having Big Feeling About It #because it's past eight pm and i need to go to sleep #fuck #spoof.txt #late night poetry

[the-gloomy-sundays]

Why can't I by happy

Why can't I be happy

Why can't I be happy

Why can't I be happy

Why can't I be happy?

Why

Can't

I

Be

H a p p y?

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[serenecirce]

All the things I cared about the most are with other people

My favorite cds litter someone else car

The blanket I held every night tucked in someone else garage

Shirts in someone else’s closet to be passed down to the next

My many collectibles given away as signs of my affection

Do those things still remind people of me?

Does the beanie I gave you to keep warm still smell like me?

Do I still exist to you? Even after all this time?

I suppose when I care about someone, I give them a tiny piece of my soul

-Athena

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[leicadiary]

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[sydneyofalltrades]

i don’t want to live

but dying fucking sucks

the life i’ll lead, the worlds i’ll make, the stories i’d be able to tell

that’s not why i’ll stay

i’ll stay because dying is painful for the people who care (or say they do)

and maybe i’ll live to see myself overcome it

but really? i live because i think i deserve this

deserve a deep hole in the chest i was carving out

not really living but not… dead

even if that’s all i think i need

#tw suicide mention #tw sui talk #tw vent #vent post #late night poetry #too late now ig #i’m gonna cringe at this in the morning #but it’s 11pm and i’ll be damned

[junflower123]

I didn’t know what was going on back then

I just noticed a shift in you

Every once in awhile

The same soul

But, a different mindset

Up and down

Head spinning all around

Yet, everyone is expecting you to keep on moving forward

You feel as if you’re hanging from a wire, moving

Up and down

Up and down

Either wanting to die

Or doing things that could kill you

Chemical warfare

Dopamine, living the dream!

SSRIs, helping mania take flight

The plane crashing as depression takes ahold

Booze, weed

Then finally, antipsychotics!

A new battle begins

Findings the right meds

Maintaining access to the right meds

Battling the side effects of the meds

…would it be better to fight chemical warfare without chemicals?

Always fighting, no matter what!

Up and down

Thoughts spinning all around

You must be exhausted.

Up and down,

And all around!

——————

This poem is about me watching my friend deal with bipolar disorder and her trying to navigate getting help for it and trying to manage it the best she can.

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[iron-sparrow]

最後 【 zuìhòu 】 last adverb

after all others : at the end

tw: violence

on a warm spring night, we became the last while all around me I could hear the cries of brethren and the panicked screams of our elders as they called called our names in the night, before their throats were ripped open.

our voices were stolen by the Ẇ̵̙̙̱̹̙̣͎À̴̡̼̫̏̆̾̄̿̾͘Ì̴͈̟̖̻͍̰͓͜Ḽ̷͓̤̫̖̽̌̂̽̉͘͝͠I̴͕͍͍̜̺̰͛̇̚̕Ǹ̴͈͓̳̬͋̈̐̈́͂̈̈́͆̐Ǧ̴̥̲͚̬̈́̽̈́̾́͌͑̚ spears among them, you and I stood silent; we didn’t weep — we had forgotten how to or maybe we did, and I simply could not hear through all the hatred T̵̛̛̺͓͓͋̔͌͗͜Ḩ̶̡̩͈͚̫̣͎͕̅̾͜͠E̵͚̠̞̊̿̉͐̊́̊Y̸̡̧̛͇͙̹͎͍̅̂͊̏̑̈ sang

— the poison spat from T̵̡̗̯̱̦̪͓̥͌̊́͌͊̆̀͜Ḩ̶̛̙̼̳̆̎͋͆̑̎͆̈ͅË̶̛̤̩̫̜̏́̓̽͊Ì̵̜̗̬̗͉͌͆R̸̡̼̟̼͚͙̦̈́ teeth bleeding from T̵̡̗̯̱̦̪͓̥͌̊́͌͊̆̀͜Ḩ̶̛̙̼̳̆̎͋͆̑̎͆̈ͅË̶̛̤̩̫̜̏́̓̽͊Ì̵̜̗̬̗͉͌͆R̸̡̼̟̼͚͙̦̈́ eyes flowing down T̵̡̗̯̱̦̪͓̥͌̊́͌͊̆̀͜Ḩ̶̛̙̼̳̆̎͋͆̑̎͆̈ͅË̶̛̤̩̫̜̏́̓̽͊Ì̵̜̗̬̗͉͌͆R̸̡̼̟̼͚͙̦̈́ masks T̵̛̛̺͓͓͋̔͌͗͜Ḩ̶̡̩͈͚̫̣͎͕̅̾͜͠E̵͚̠̞̊̿̉͐̊́̊Y̸̡̧̛͇͙̹͎͍̅̂͊̏̑̈ accused us of great sin for merely by existing beneath the trees.

venom fueled the fires, burned our lives away spreading over mother’s skin until it was ash and she faded into the scorched earth, quiet at last. we finally remember to close our eyes even knowing we will never stop seeing.

#ffxivwrite2023 #ffxiv writing challenge #day 26 #yein my beloved #yein and sacheo #tragic backstory and all that #late night poetry #distorted text idea from Pigeon

[broken-brain-poetry]

Your smile once, seemed inviting.

Your hair once, reminded me of the sun.

Once upon a time; is how the story goes…

Deception… hiding behind beauty was your smile.

Your hair… the fires of hell,

Telling me to run.

Another fairy tale with a dark past,

Another memory becoming my past.

#short poems #dead love #brokenbrain #late night poetry

[hiddleschick]

Upon the night a certain darkness falls

despite the glows of yellow, crooked grins

that line the red brick porches and the walls

with endless, silent laughter on their chins.

The sudden blackness sweeps the earth in silence

a flooding ink that saturates all sight

creating expectations for a violence

that grow with each slight flickering of light.

A rustling tree, a fleeting silhouette,

or fallen twigs' popping snaps! and cracks!

momentarily make little ghouls forget

about the caramel apples in their sacks.

No darkness is as blesséd or as cursed

as the darkness of October thirty-first.

🌌🌙🎃🕯🦇

- L.B.B.

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[wordsbyicarus]

always you

it's always been you

always

you used to know me

through and through

-i

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[mouthymermaid]

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[spoofymcgee]

come here the weird sound this container makes when i thump it. stop leaving the soap on top of the conditioner. tour playing cards are on the floor again. oof, you hit your head pretty hard, can i get you an ice pack? will you get me a tissue, i just sat down. mom's home, she wants help with the groceries. put on shoes! are you sure you want to wear shorts? it's going to rain today. i made pasta if you want some. i'm taking you to your dentist appointment today. want me to draw a spaceship on your arm while you wait? i know you're seven now but you'll always be my big, grumpy baby. can i cut you up an apple? i worry about you sometimes. dad put the knives up high before he went to bed tonight and i know it's because he's worried for you. you don't want me to know that, so i won't say anything. can i braid your hair all fancy? you used the last of the toothpaste. sorry, i finished the sugar on monday and forgot to say so. i don't know where the hair ties are, i haven't used one in years. did you change the dishwasher? sometimes you say you wish you could die and you're only ten and i hope you don't mean it. i wish i could do more for you. i'm sorry you need a root canal. i borrowed your old pencil case and never gave it back. sometimes i come tuck you in at night because you throw all you blankets off. i remember when you were this tall. when did you get so big? i'll never stop picking you up. you finished the milk again, i hate you. i never mean it when i say that. i'm sorry i don't play as many games with you as i used to. what do only children do with themselves? i wish it was just me and the baby. your new shoes are the coolest thing i've seen all week. want to go on a walk?

i love you. i love you. i love you.

#having some big feelings #i love my siblings so much #and i worry about them almost all the time #late night poetry

[namelesspoett]

Some write

From ripened thoughts

Their minds

A place where

Every glance of the world

Is a new seed

To their frugal minds

I wish

My eyes wrote

The beauty in the sky

Yet they trail

Beneath brittle flesh

Grasping the

Melancholy songs

Of ghosts

Hearts

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[insomnia-poet]

Main Street

Cracks in sidewalks

Cracks in voices

Rows of caged trees

Present fake choices.

The root consumes

Crawling through veins

There’s nothing to do

But wait for rain.

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