Poems about detached


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Yes, it was a nightmare
But I haven't
Left it behind
A few days after
My mom reached the stars
And shone down on me
No more by my side
Yet her presence felt
All through the day
Returning to
A semblance of normality
Somehow able to
Reach across the void
Her absence has left
The dark patch
Over our souls
But pretence
Is something that is
As natural
As forgettance.
And I converse
With my dad
Of trivial things
Like they actually
And I say,
"Appa, I can still
Hear her
In my headФ
An alive phantom.
And I sob
Waking up
Drenched with salty tears
From what's real
And what's not.

Author: Kairosclere
Date: 12/06/2020

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I am a Contradiction.

Capable but unmotivated,
Love being different, hate being misunderstood,
Impulsive long term planner.
Strange mix of super private and open book.
Rational yet unrealistic.
Great at giving advice, bad at following it.
Arrogant, but painfully aware of my flaws
Sure of myself, yet unassuming
Introverted extrovert,
Rigorous yet care-free,
Perpetual loner with tons of friends.
Energetic but lazy,
Sensitive, yet cold hearted
Gregarious yet studious,
Intelligent but spacey,
Personal, yet detached.
Unhealthy, yet understanding therapist,
Competitive mediator.
The optimist who just wants to see the world burn.
Where do I fit in?

Author: Chloe Chapman
Date: 06/04/2020

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Some Poems 10W

Some poems are not meant for public eyes to read.

Author: Michael Amery
Date: 21/03/2020

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You don't want to be lonely like the people you have sex with.
You don't understand the ones you love are perceptive.
I've watched you wish your life away and blame it all on strangers.
Performing to the audience, hoping someone takes notice of the lies.
You're not as detached as you show through your disguise.

Author: GM
Date: 14/03/2020

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Feeling extra detached,
My empathy - unlatched.
Surplus time alone,
Odd feeling to the bone.
Never lonely,
But looking for a shift in emotion.
People can sometimes provide,
This motion.
Truly seeking just one person,
For perspective immersion.
A being who I personally find,
To have a lavishly beautiful mind.

Author: Faith
Date: 02/01/2020

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Pain of Place (an examination of the past)

Pain Of Place

We were happy or we weren't.
Blended feelings formed the most;
College, restaurant, bookshop, church,
Street, park, architecture host
To chunks and bits of searching,
Forming eyes of yesterday.
Covered market, cups of tea,
Open market on a Wednesday,
Stalls of veggies, jewelry;
Child to school and child picked up,
The walking to, the walking back,
The elder tree we plucked, hands cupped,
While counted blocks betrayed a lack
Of some fulfillment. What the target?
Surely not the streets and market.
Not the people either, nor
The daily passing through home's door.
Gone. But pictures still remain.
And with the pictures tints of pain.
Of place that's not the face,
Not company.
The place acts independently,
Its energy вАЬthe spirit of...вАЭ
Its colors move.
Algos: pain.
Nostos: going home again.
Sweet nostalgia's pull is вАШbull'.
Place may frame the pre-ordained;
Memory's the game pre-pained.
Twists and lists: a dream.
Place and act, smell and sound:
Mind boundaries.
Mostly, we were happy or we weren't.

Author: Arlene Corwin
Date: 21/12/2019

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Lost and Paralyzed

Detached from the body,
Lost within the mind,
Never able to handle troubles,
As shutting down became much easier.

Day to day holds no meaning,
Left in auto pilot nothing being fully processed.

Senseless as I walk the halls of society and home.

Absent and drifting further away,
Floating amongst the void that I made,
Now I gotten myself lost within it.

I gave a kiss goodbye to my life,
As I dipped myself in the bathtub filled with vast of nothing.

Author: AD Snail
Date: 20/12/2019

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My eyes feel like
They're gonna bleed
And I can't get
Enough to eat

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Author: Colten Sorrells
Date: 03/12/2019