Drieks
Poem Published
4th Feb 2025 2:19am
4th Feb 2025 2:19am
Too many bad days
So many. Had to burn ‘em.
Bad days reflect my sad face,
feeling fractured space behind my sternum.
Nobody likes me.
I’m pretty sure it’s because there’s nobody
like me.
Not even my shadow beside me can settle
the light.
See?
Too many bad days? Might be.
Said with a red face? Most likely.
Sadness, anger, disbelief.
The last three stages of life.
Madness led me to relief,
awareness built my hive for me.
Way too many sad days.
Too...
Bad days reflect my sad face,
feeling fractured space behind my sternum.
Nobody likes me.
I’m pretty sure it’s because there’s nobody
like me.
Not even my shadow beside me can settle
the light.
See?
Too many bad days? Might be.
Said with a red face? Most likely.
Sadness, anger, disbelief.
The last three stages of life.
Madness led me to relief,
awareness built my hive for me.
Way too many sad days.
Too...
#dark
#depression
#LifeStruggles #SelfHarm
#LifeStruggles #SelfHarm
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NP_NP
Poem Published
3rd Feb 2025 1:20pm
3rd Feb 2025 1:20pm
Passing By
I crawl into bed with my madness, Screaming in agony, pleading to the skies, "Speak to God— Beg him to halt my trials, To ease this weight I carry in the dark."
I scream at my reflection, "What more can I give? You take, and take, and take, And where is my reward? I asked for love, But never knew that I'd be waiting in hell for it."
Anxiety whispers, A relentless game of "what if" Echoing with glimpses of a broken past— What if I’d known love in my youth? What if my childhood didn’t beat and break me? Would I have still searched for for love...
I scream at my reflection, "What more can I give? You take, and take, and take, And where is my reward? I asked for love, But never knew that I'd be waiting in hell for it."
Anxiety whispers, A relentless game of "what if" Echoing with glimpses of a broken past— What if I’d known love in my youth? What if my childhood didn’t beat and break me? Would I have still searched for for love...
#anxiety
#depression
#despair
#LifeStruggles
#sadness
53 reads
3 Comments
gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
2nd Feb 2025 5:15pm
2nd Feb 2025 5:15pm
Heaven Can Wait
Heaven can wait…
Death a distant thunderstorm
with lightning strikes far off
announcing its distant presence.
Suicide is not the answer.
I do not want to hurt
those that show compassion.
So, I’ve decided Heaven can wait.
Death a distant thunderstorm
with lightning strikes far off
announcing its distant presence.
Suicide is not the answer.
I do not want to hurt
those that show compassion.
So, I’ve decided Heaven can wait.
#depression
#FeelingLost
#hope
#MentalHealth
#surreal
60 reads
3 Comments
gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
1st Feb 2025 4:46pm
1st Feb 2025 4:46pm
Writing As My Armor
Unsighted eyes these are!
Blind with hallucinations
yet so perceptive of beauty.
I cannot recognize reality,
yet surrealism takes a definite form to me.
I don’t want to live like this forever.
It is not at all what I imagined
when I was very young.
I dreamed of being a soldier.
With an armor of confidence
and a superb IQ and riches.
But I cannot and will not deny reality!
I am mentally ill. I am not without oddities.
All I can do now is wear it as my armor,
or, as my strength in life against...
Blind with hallucinations
yet so perceptive of beauty.
I cannot recognize reality,
yet surrealism takes a definite form to me.
I don’t want to live like this forever.
It is not at all what I imagined
when I was very young.
I dreamed of being a soldier.
With an armor of confidence
and a superb IQ and riches.
But I cannot and will not deny reality!
I am mentally ill. I am not without oddities.
All I can do now is wear it as my armor,
or, as my strength in life against...
#depression
#FeelingLost
#LifeAsAWriter
#MentalHealth
#surreal
52 reads
3 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
31st Jan 2025 7:45pm
31st Jan 2025 7:45pm
Banshee
Distracted by the mirror
without a shadow of a doubt,
there remains this nestled
and threatening animal,
resident of my rib cage,
tick tock of a time bomb
beating in the folds of eternity.
This beast that inhabits me,
and turns me inside out,
screaming to all the winds
that no longer move any mills.
"The soldiers are at the door, sir!
What do we do now?"
"Scream, captain, scream
until their ears burst."
without a shadow of a doubt,
there remains this nestled
and threatening animal,
resident of my rib cage,
tick tock of a time bomb
beating in the folds of eternity.
This beast that inhabits me,
and turns me inside out,
screaming to all the winds
that no longer move any mills.
"The soldiers are at the door, sir!
What do we do now?"
"Scream, captain, scream
until their ears burst."
#anxiety
#depression
#ghosts
#mythology
#spiritual
58 reads
4 Comments
Baldwin
Poem Published
30th Jan 2025 4:34pm
30th Jan 2025 4:34pm
Ravager
I’ve now become
invisible
to women I desire.
I’m easily ignored.
and overlooked.
And if
within an accidental moment
I am seen by chance,
I’m easily discounted
as a man
not worth a second glance.
Age the ravager
age the savager
has striped my flesh
of any comeliness
or kindling fire.
invisible
to women I desire.
I’m easily ignored.
and overlooked.
And if
within an accidental moment
I am seen by chance,
I’m easily discounted
as a man
not worth a second glance.
Age the ravager
age the savager
has striped my flesh
of any comeliness
or kindling fire.
#depression
77 reads
20 Comments
BigBlackCherry
Poem Published
29th Jan 2025 7:41am
29th Jan 2025 7:41am
Loser
I am a loser
i know it, now
i want to quit before starting
Don't follow me
I am on a lonely road
in the middle of a cold desert
the sun is setting
painting the mountains red
I will walk into the darkness
and be one with the sand,
the grey sand
the shade i never liked
i know it, now
i want to quit before starting
Don't follow me
I am on a lonely road
in the middle of a cold desert
the sun is setting
painting the mountains red
I will walk into the darkness
and be one with the sand,
the grey sand
the shade i never liked
#anxiety
#dark
#death
#depression
#sadness
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OccultCatalyst
Poem Published
28th Jan 2025 9:23pm
28th Jan 2025 9:23pm
Self-deification
And a raven came wrap wrap wrapping on my door,
And I called “who’s there and what for?”,
And the raven called back but as a murder of crows,
It was Raum at my door who beckons and bellows,
A set of odd fellows arranged in rows,
And a melancholic song my quartet did play upon chello’s.
They played a requiem, low and slow,
A tune that whispered secrets only the dead could know.
The air grew heavy with the scent of decay,
As Raum’s hollow laughter led the melody astray.
The crows in their murder, with eyes like coal,
Bore...
And I called “who’s there and what for?”,
And the raven called back but as a murder of crows,
It was Raum at my door who beckons and bellows,
A set of odd fellows arranged in rows,
And a melancholic song my quartet did play upon chello’s.
They played a requiem, low and slow,
A tune that whispered secrets only the dead could know.
The air grew heavy with the scent of decay,
As Raum’s hollow laughter led the melody astray.
The crows in their murder, with eyes like coal,
Bore...
#apathy
#depression
#despair
#disappointment
#MentalHealth
36 reads
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Gorotika
Poem Published
27th Jan 2025 11:59pm
27th Jan 2025 11:59pm
insect enclosure
Maggots nestled beneath my bed, swarming over blood stained tissues.
Oh what a sight.
Flies buzzing in the corner of my room, happily feasting on the bowls filled with retch.
Oh what a scene
Watch your step, theres spiders on the floor.
Fragments of my mind scattered all around my room.
Watch your step, theres glass on the floor.
Locked up inside, there is no way out.
No light at the end of the tunnel
No mouth for the cave
No future, no hope
Oh so deep
Oh what a sight.
Flies buzzing in the corner of my room, happily feasting on the bowls filled with retch.
Oh what a scene
Watch your step, theres spiders on the floor.
Fragments of my mind scattered all around my room.
Watch your step, theres glass on the floor.
Locked up inside, there is no way out.
No light at the end of the tunnel
No mouth for the cave
No future, no hope
Oh so deep
#dark
#depression
#despair
#EatingDisorder
#SelfHarm
50 reads
2 Comments
AfterSexDilemma
Poem Published
27th Jan 2025 10:45pm
27th Jan 2025 10:45pm
Sadness
Why allow people who are rude,
Have things your daughter rarely gets?
Why trust people who can't help,
Someone they've never met?
Why be friendly to a world,
That wallows in regrets?
Why destroy an innocent child,
So you can get ahead?
Why laugh when she's not around,
To hear what you said?
Why talk to people that are there,
When I constantly worry if she is dead?
Why wake up every morning,
And waste time making the bed?
Why smile if you're not happy,
After you heard the...
Have things your daughter rarely gets?
Why trust people who can't help,
Someone they've never met?
Why be friendly to a world,
That wallows in regrets?
Why destroy an innocent child,
So you can get ahead?
Why laugh when she's not around,
To hear what you said?
Why talk to people that are there,
When I constantly worry if she is dead?
Why wake up every morning,
And waste time making the bed?
Why smile if you're not happy,
After you heard the...
#depression
59 reads
8 Comments
Baldwin
Poem Published
27th Jan 2025 2:09pm
27th Jan 2025 2:09pm
purposeless
This morning I awoke
to find
I am again
not quite alive,
and loned
closed up
within the greying grief
of rainy days.
I’m drained of  hope
that anywhere in all
the hours  ahead
before I once more
go to sleep
I’ll  know contentment or
a centering.
to find
I am again
not quite alive,
and loned
closed up
within the greying grief
of rainy days.
I’m drained of  hope
that anywhere in all
the hours  ahead
before I once more
go to sleep
I’ll  know contentment or
a centering.
#depression
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NP_NP
Poem Published
26th Jan 2025 7:51pm
26th Jan 2025 7:51pm
My dear, can't you see?
You've lived a true Russian life,
A life etched in pain and heartache,
Where sorrow is the constant refrain.
Your love story, tragic and raw,
Would make Tolstoy put down his pen—
For no words could capture
The depths of your justified bitterness.
It’s a grief that makes the world weep,
A bitterness so pure, so deep.
Mei would stumble, lost for words,
Unable to write a book about you,
For how could any story
Do justice to such a life—
A life torn between dreams and loss?
...
You've lived a true Russian life,
A life etched in pain and heartache,
Where sorrow is the constant refrain.
Your love story, tragic and raw,
Would make Tolstoy put down his pen—
For no words could capture
The depths of your justified bitterness.
It’s a grief that makes the world weep,
A bitterness so pure, so deep.
Mei would stumble, lost for words,
Unable to write a book about you,
For how could any story
Do justice to such a life—
A life torn between dreams and loss?
...
#anxiety
#depression
#LifeStruggles
#loneliness
#sadness
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