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"day"

by eli (@nyu2k)

o, my evil graceful world

stuck within, i sink

i know you stay untouched by me

i burn with waxen wings

with your cats tongue as my ego

i breathe when i cant think

im stuck within this graceful world

thats closed when im awake

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o, i heard a call from you

a call that made me think

my throat closed in, my breath slipped out

i couldnt hold its shape

i tried to speak, but im too weak

try breathing when you think

last night, i heard a call from you

a call i left to ring

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o, the sun it calls for me

right at the break of day

awoken from my little daze

i cringe at my mistake

its just the world, just how it works

no point in saving face

o, im stuck within this world

day after day after

"Happy"

by Why,-Fi? (@why_fie)

Happiness is the release of regrets

The weighty feeling in the chest

An acceptance of failure

A willingness to try again

Of course I’m happy!

I’m happy with the way things are.

I’m happy with not having to talk to anyone

I’m happy on my own.

I like being happy.

I like seeing others being happy.

I like being able to relax and forget everything

I like not having to remember

I am happy!

I am happy.

I am happy…

Am I happy?

Happiness is everything I’m not.

Who am I even trying to fool at this point?

Myself?

"Another Poet, Another Wound"

by Atila (@atilapolis)

They come to drink from me

When their wells run dry

Hands out, words shallow

But never once

Do they ask if I’m empty too.

And when they do,

It’s more ritual than care.

So I give the answer they expect —

“I’m fine.”

Two words smooth as glass

Sharp underneath.

I say it like it’s holy

Like it’ll keep them from seeing

The cracks

The storm

The fire I keep behind my teeth.

Because the truth?

It’s messy.

It’s anger I swallow

Until my jaw aches

It’s guilt that chews through my chest

Because I hurt the people I try to love.

I want to be kind

But I keep cutting

Want to protect

But I suffocate.

I care —

God, I care too much

And somehow still

I end up being the damage.

They left

One by one

Maybe they were running from me

Maybe I gave them reason to.

I held on too hard

Tried to fix what wasn’t mine

Spoke without thinking

Stayed silent when I should’ve screamed.

And beneath the regret

Is rage

Hot and caged

Some days I want to burn bridges

Watch everything collapse

Because maybe if it all fell

I could stop pretending to hold it up.

Some nights

I imagine pressing the world still

Like choking the chaos would bring peace

Even for a second

Even if it cost me everything.

Now I sit with ghosts

Of people I would’ve bled for

And maybe I did

But not in the right way.

So I bleed in silence now

Not for attention

Not for pity

But because pain feels like balance —

Like maybe my suffering

Can weigh out the hurt I caused.

This isn’t a call for help

It’s a confession

That “I’m fine” is the biggest lie I know

And I wear it

Like a crown made of thorns

Because it’s the only thing

That keeps anyone from running faster.

Now I’m here, spilling this out in lines

Because there’s no other way I know to speak

No voice left — just pages

That don’t interrupt or look away.

Maybe someone will read this

And finally see the cracks

Or maybe they’ll just skim the surface

Miss the weight behind the words.

Just another poet,

Stacking heavy thoughts into careful lines

Calling it a poem

Because calling it pain

Feels too real.