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OpiaOnism Aug 2024
There is no one here. No replies either. To random sms that are unfair.
I don't want your time. I just want to be able to breathe.
And that's easier with distraction.

Silence, actually. Or Haines. Or Hauswollf. Or silence.

But I can't breathe.

Can you remember when you lay on top of me.
Naked.
With your whole body weight. Skin on skin.
I could breathe under your weight.
You were my air.

Pathetic ****. Disgusts me. I resent myself. But I can't breathe.

And yet I'm too cowardly, or the question of why this far and no further,
when I want to cut off my air for good.
It's all there. Simply because it brings a little peace.
Control.
I can. I can. If I really can't anymore. Or want to.
It bores me.

Everything's on the right track now, isn't it?
But you're not coming to see me.

A friend said I shouldn't put it like that.
So that I wish you would visit me again.
I meant the dreams in which you were there.

You told me that we had to find your belt.
What belt?
I replied
that you were a pile of ashes. You didn't care.

But now, after three years,
**** again,
three years,
look, I live around the corner from you now.
For three long years I have avoided this area.
Took the longest detours, counted the shadows.
there were always 114.
i don't want to see your window.

And now
I live here.
In your area. The area that so often seemed unreachably far away when we wanted to see each other.
And we always wanted to see each other.

Sitting in the back seat of a car, I drive past.
And stare into your window.
drive past, sitting on the hard wooden bench in the streetcar.
And stare into your window.
In the unbearably loud subway, I pass by, twisting my head, standing on my toes, twisting my whole body.
So that I can stare into your window.
have stopped counting them. the 114 shadows.
And can't breathe.

He's outside. What should I say?
Why am I even talking to him? 40 euros.
You died for 40 euros.
That's what I say. Yeah yeah yeah... free will, not your fault, grown up... yeah yeah yeah I UNDERSTOOD.

Doesn't change my guilt.

There! Now! I remembered that you weren't just in my dreams.
And now I demand from this world that you look at my balcony.

I “want” nothing.
No needs
except rest.
And Haine…or... Hauswolff.

And now is the point where I no longer find it fair.
Not in a dream.
Sit next to me.
Put your entire weight on my naked body.
Let your sweat drip from the tip of your nose into my mouth and let me taste the salt.

Not in a ******* dream.

Come here now.

Please.

I know..
I can't come to you. You are no more.
I don't know... I still want to be.
I think so.

It's finished.

The spiritual **** disgusts me, your talk disgusts me, I disgust myself

And probably the only reason I haven't hanged myself yet is because I think, I've lasted this long.
and I refuse to accept
sazlianahsam Jul 2024
In the stillness of the night,
Where shadows blend and dreams take flight,
A whisper soft, a breath of air,
Full silence falls, and we disappear.

The world stands hushed, a velvet veil,
As stars recount their ancient tale.
No rustle stirs, no footstep near,
In full silence, we disappear.

The moonlight casts a silver sheen,
On memories of what has been.
We float, unseen, in atmospheres,
Of full silence, and disappear.

In this quiet, hearts find peace,
All worries, fears, and doubts release.
Embraced by night, without a tear,
We seek full silence, and disappear.

Beyond the realms of sight and sound,
In quietude, our souls unbound,
We journey where there's naught to fear,
In full silence, we disappear.
Amanda Kay Burke Jul 2024
I'm slowly losing more you every day that disappears

Aren't we incapable of holding onto the things that matter most?
Aren't we all?
LoveIsReal Feb 2024
There was a world, a world destined to crumble and disappear.

In that world was a person, that person was slowly becoming unaware of their surroundings, the only thing they can remember is that they didn't bring any phone or wallet with them. Until BANG. A gunshot rang in their ears, a figure dark and far away from them, their eyes blinking really fast, as they moved their hands to where they felt pain. It felt wet and sticky, they didn't understand why or what, the only thing they knew was that everything was turning dark. Darkness consumed them. Then they were forgotten.

As for the shooter, who had no idea how a gun got in their hands, ran, never looking back. But from above them came a bright light, as slowly as a snail, descending towards them. KABOOM! What was once bright became dark. Darkness consumed them. Then they were forgotten.

The world they lived in was destined to crumble and disappear.
Jeremy Betts Jan 2021
I'm an enigma, a quitter and survivor, a pioneer weary of the change that literally defines the career
In desperate need of a savior or at the very least a lucky rabbits foot souvenir
One to keep me free and clear from the type of bad karma that's over the top severe
I've been thinking I don't belong here, I don't know if it's me talking that talk or the fear
I let it take the wheel and steer, my driving advise from the rear seat falls on a deaf ear
I guess I ain't suppose to interfere with the charioteer, the why isn't clear
Now I've gotta kick it into another gear to commandeer my own life like a buccaneer
This deer in headlights nonsense won't get me anywhere near my "new beginnings" frontier
I lost track of my trail guide mountaineer, forgotten about like I'm the fourth musketeer
The sheer volume of every collected tear almost drowns me at least once a year
Or acts like pavement when I smear across it after falling from the atmosphere
My guardian angel is a horrible puppeteer, seems to disappear when needed most like he's the one with crippling fear
...go figure

©2021
Tiny, puffy clouds
were once above my head
My feet were there below,
steady and firmly placed.

I can walk a straight path
with no complications
Even in twist and turns
and a loss of directions

Rarely do I trip
or dangle from the branches
The weeds are growing taller
but facile to remove.

I traveled further
in the long, narrow streets
The constant flickering lights,
a very mysterious aura

I headed straight,
but something made me turn
the clouds were on my feet
I suddenly disappeared.
© Cyrille Octaviano, 2014
Maja May 2023
To be looking for giants
And seeing nothing but dust.

Can we make our own legends
And tower over all

Even though the world is so big
And we are so small?

We are not heavy enough
For our steps to leave a trace

A whisper in time,
A forgotten face

So we will die
Disappear
Please just remember
that we were here

Welcome to our home,
our birthplace and our grave
Hello and Goodbye
Welcome to planet earth
This is where our bodies lie
AE Sep 2022
To heal
To lose
In circles
We float
Losing
Healing
Breathing
Hoping
Fearing

What are we fearing?

You with solemn eyes look to the sun
Lost in its embrace
Wishing to be the clouds
That touch its light and dissipate

"I am afraid that everything I have lost
Will come back and find me
After I have learned to live without it"

And with that, I begin to disappear
Fumbletongue Jul 2022
We are repeating yet fleeting,
estranged remnants,
together alone.
It was the strangest feeling.
To be married.
To be  chosen.
To share life.
The one place
you are supposed to matter most
only to become a ghost.
To be forgotten.
To disappear
into the wallpaper and tapestry,
not in a woven way
but in a painted to look like it way.
And if you stay long enough,
no longer reflected in their eyes,
you will forget yourself too.
The dissolution of my geography.
My fault lines slowly became riddled with fissures
until one day the area between my *******
collapsed in to a sink hole.
I try to make a point in any relationship not to call names or threaten the relationship. I feel like if something occurs that makes you feel bad then you should talk about it. Things left unsaid create resentment. There are ways to communicate without having to make the other person feel like less. When respect and care are not given it chips away slowly at the other person.
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