Every Day Poems

2021-12-10 05:10:08 I read poems, that they upload
I am always in the state of "wow!"
How we are bonded by the words of oneself
parted by different stories with familiar
timeline.
I keep appreciating the poem that relates to me, which I wasn't able to think
the way they did.
But I know, no one can explain feelings
in a particular way and we have all
several ways to art it.
But they are times where I can't part the feeling of the abyss that lays inside me.
All the agony I want to speak.
I can not. It feels so impossible.
Yet, I turn and see them writing
things I failed to do.
The language I couldn't translate.
I have always wanted to output my
wishes, thoughts into words through a pen
that never gets expired.
Through the ink that never dries.
The thing I failed to understand is that all I just sat there and wished.
Those hopes that gave me hope in writing.
Gave me the reason for the lost cause
I built through my hands all the way.

~ Darkpit Open / Comment

2021-12-10 01:31:06 It takes so long to realise that,
Your message doesn't always have to be the first one,
You can leave a call or chat earlier.
And your messages don't always have to be the last ones.

#tyler Open / Comment

2021-12-09 23:38:05 Like a flower I've made my heart,
not of tenderness nor of aroma musk,
but of layers and of honey breast,
and at it's bottom beloved you must rest.

- Ali Seyyid Open / Comment

2021-12-09 21:45:04 FADING INITIALS

My scars formed a pattern that spells out your name,
This is to say....I can not erase it,
And so you are all I'm covered with,
My body became an ever present reminder that I was once yours and some part of me still is.

You told me our pulses were the same,
...I believed you,
I listen to my pumping blood whenever I miss your voice,
It's...not quite the same,
It seems like your shadow,
Like a second hand version of you,
Like a lingering form I can't touch,
And so I've gotten used to the feeling of your nonexistent presence,

See when you left,
An abyss filled your absence,
Draining me mercilessly until I turned lifeless,
Until my bones didn't have flesh to support,
Until my blood didn't have a body to nourish,
You once told me we're all particle and dust in our core,
And somehow I felt this more than ever.

My dear,
My scars formed a pattern that spells out your name,
But, scars heal and names get forgotten,
And soon your initials will be buried benateh my skin,
Soon I will no longer trace them the way my fingures have memorized,
Soon I will make peace with the pieces of you that have merged with mine,
Soon...I will learn to live with the darkness the way you taught me how.

~Unconventional~ Open / Comment

2021-12-09 19:52:04 Title:Farewell

Why do I have,
To say this again,
An awful sentence,
To everyone I love.

I am exhausted of altering it,
Is this what they call life?
Where is the well in farewell?
I see it not, only emptiness.

I feel like stopping time,
Every time I have to say it,
Whenever I must let go,
Of yet another piece of me.

Everything changes in time,
While it’s far from us,
I have lost my heart to farewell phobia,
due to these unpredictable changes.

I have lost a war I against it,
I have lost spirit to rage on.
What is brought by its presence,
It’s a feeling of contempt for it.

Is the time I say farewell,
To everything I cherish, desire and love,
For life keeps on taking what I hold dear.
Leaving all that keeps me awake at night.
~Unspoken Cites Open / Comment

2021-12-09 17:21:40 There's nothing colder than the menacing darkness of the deepest ocean, there you heart sinks.

Nothing smaller than the honed tiny claws at your back, there your pride stands, tall.

#random Open / Comment

2021-12-09 11:40:00 He sewed his robe from the night where not a single star dared to appear,
He did so to mirror the grave of his soul.

Into the abyss of the black I dipped my pen to tell the tale he wouldn't speak,
I wrote his story upon a cloth he tore from his robe. Open / Comment

2021-12-09 09:46:59 Weep for the repairs that were drilled in haste,
Wail for the mothers who lost their toodlers to the downing crust,
Moan for the unspeakable agony they met,
Maybe then you will be grateful for your chance,
For you were granted air free of charge,

You heeder fool of the whining songs in the head,
Cruse the tounge that spoke ill of thin clad,
Shatter you teeth if it means they stay barred,
Maybe then you will see the jumble of your lad,
For you were bestowed the ability to tell with candid what you had. Open / Comment

2021-12-09 07:53:58 Why does it ache,
This rotten food past three days,
Hand written penciling smudges on the edge,
Torn blanket as a crib in someone else's bed,
As an art existing in their lives can never be the crave,
Not even a wave of those beautiful struggles,
is an apprehend to mend,
For them to think, not in this world,
Not in this world to be born again. Open / Comment

2021-12-09 06:00:58 Krule by Anderson 11:11

I got it,
I got he got attached to his phone,
'cus he can't stand his own thoughts.
Dependency on his phone,
What other tragedies happens,
Are more digestible than his own. Open / Comment