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woolgather May 31
the irony
of stringing words together,
not meek nor brutal—
is that it feels as if
you relieve yourself
of a burden,
and yet also
ripping your flesh,
wounds both old and recent;
clawed open to be felt.

a willing martyrdom,
or
a frivolous act.
a lot of good things have been happening to me, yet i feel so winded with all the things i'm currently facing.

hope you're doing well, stranger.

Nes
woolgather Aug 2017
A little accident.

Dumb, not grave.

Small talks.

Turning into something more.

What to you was seemingly random,

To me was treasure.

You were there when no one else dared to stay.

Yet you never knew that.

Out of small talks,

I spilled truth.

I made myself a burden.

I made you worry,

I'm sorry.

I ponder if it was wrong for me;

Wrong to even speak to you so openly.

You said it was fine,

Even though I know I take much of your time;

Though I thank you;

Letting some of the bottled grief get out of me.

But we don't even talk anymore.

But even if we do;

*You don't have to lie anymore
I don't know what to make up of this

I know I've been nothing but a burden

I hope you could read this but the world would say otherwise

You're so close yet I feel so far
woolgather Aug 2016
I can't think of anything to say
I love you for some reason though I know you don't
What a dumb thing to be in, right?
I can't put myself to go to others but you
Even though you can't love me back
Those three words seem to be the only ones that come out of my mouth:
I love you.
I can't hear myself saying them, either.
I'm too scared;
Scared of what they'll say,
Scared of what you would say;
So tell me this:
Why does my head insist on us, given there will never be us?
I just can't you'll **** me for it
woolgather Aug 2017
I'm tired of being passive,
I'm tired of being silent.
I tried,
Being someone I'm not;
I tried,
Being who I was,
Before everything shifted;
I found myself lost.
Been down in the dumps lately

Care to join me for some coffee?
woolgather May 2016
Once,
I thought.
Then it grew,
Becoming affectionate towards you.
I began writing for you,
Though I know you never knew,
Or, at least, in a million years.
I know this is real love, not infatuation,
And so I would hope you could read this.
I guess it would not matter if you feel differently,
Because, from the bottom of my heart, I love you unconditionally.
You might see this as a joke, or a blasphemy,
But dear, believe me, all of this is real;
Though you would not see, dear, please understand:
I may not be that one, destined,
Or the one making you smile,
I love you, whatever comes,
And no matter what,
Love is careless,
Truly unbound,
*Blind.
Because I love so much that I love impossible people.
woolgather Nov 2016
Wandering, wandering,
I should be doing something awfully important.
**But, here I am, writing words that seem to instantly come out of my head.
And it goes on and on
woolgather Jul 2017
I feel hopeless
All the things they say seem to have no effect;
What was rotten can never be fixed;
What was shattered can never be reshaped.
The wound cannot be closed;
It bleeds.
As the ruby-red blood drips from my body;
I freeze.*
In scorn
woolgather Dec 2016
Dry and crackling fire within
Ready to start a blaze
Hungry to devour the world
To cause a smoking haze

A plume of black on the horizon
As the sun does set
The fire all-the-more visible
When with darkness it is met

Darkness rests not further
The fire indeed grows brighter
Yet also pale moonlight grows paler
Both strong yet not enough to conquer

In blackness dark still remains
Amidst the flames and moonlight, it retains
The sun might shine to bid away the darkness' feigns
Twilight may be gone but the emptiness remains
Made this months ago with that guy, he has great stuff
woolgather Aug 2016
Ache in incomprehensible pain
Bask under the faint light of hope;
Your end seems to be nearing;
Seems that it's darkening;
Seems that you're already falling.
What a wonderful world
woolgather Apr 2018
Here it is, I'll try to write,
This blocking thought I'll try to fight;
So ****** up yet not of spite,
I'll try, even if I'm scared it won't go right.
I thought why not be wordy while being living in this hellhole, right?
woolgather Sep 2017
I know we've never talked in person;
Dumb, right?
Though once we open the chatbox
We'll talk like long met acquaintances

I know I've said a lot of spontaneous ****,
You'll patch them up with yours;
The moment you typed those random words
It instantly meant something to me

I told you when I wanted to die.
I told you that would be the last.
Yet you peered through me,
Saved me from something I thought I wanted.

It ought to be awkward;
A way I can't fathom,
Yet you talk like nothing's changed;
Comfort I needed.

We talked boring days and sleepless nights,
We talked shows and music,
We talked about lives,
We talked about us.

"Hey"
"Eyyyyy"
"Thanks for keeping up with my ****"
"It's cool I talk about random **** too"

"Hey"
"What's up?"
"I hope I'm not botheting you"
"Hey, it's okay"

"Hello"
..."hey"
"gotta go"
"wait, I—"
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*Never mind
I'm too scared to say it in person

Let alone in chat

I know it cannot happen
woolgather Nov 2016
Again, I lost it.
Got my hopes up;
As usual.
Iterated my disarray,
Nothing but rejection was their reaction.

Again, I thought of it.
Grew to an acquaintance,
Assorted into bleakness;
Intrinsic I was not,
Null was I.

Again, I felt it.
Glaring at me;
Anger and disgust.
Inside of me,
Apprehensions try to rip me apart.

Again, I've hurt myself.
Guilt ensues over me;
Again, I've hurt them, as well.
Insensible as I were;
Not as insensible as I am now.

Again, I've fallen.
Gutted down to nothing.
Assaulted beyond me.
Inherently living in me;
None other than perpetrators, such as myself.
Repeated
woolgather Jan 2017
It's easy to let the fire grow,
But it's hard to start it up again.
It's easy in the dark to see the glow,
But it's hard to know what it is back then.
Senseless analogies, sensitive cahoot;
Meaningless fallacies that show us the truth;
The door is ajar, it can't be closed;
The dawn's still afar, we won't remember it most;
I wish I had never opened the box,
If I knew I had no idea to close it.
The lazy dog jumps over the brown fox,
Now you made everything in me twisted.
Sensitive analogies; Senseless as cahoot;
They're still fallacies; They'd show not the truth;
I wish I had known to reel out much better,
Your words of company, more than an affixer;
I wish we could start up the flame again;
*But I guess all I could do is write it all down with a pen.
It ended abruptly
woolgather Aug 2016
Fire erupts from the dark abyss,
Scorching frost felt head to toe;
Visions blur, joy subsides
as the paper boat is thrashed by harsh sea.

The sun never shone anymore;
Life is black and none but rain pour;
I stumble down to see me crying,
I see me bleed, I see me dying.

Beasts of one fur tread together,
A prey always suffers the fate too cyclical;
The prey is prey as fate says so:
A cruel mother yet nor so catastrophic.

Heed me, Oh! O kindest Death;
Take me under your *****!
Let me Live my paradise of sorrow!
Rid me from this hell of reality!
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and yet,
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I know you will never hear my cries,
I know you'll never need me;
I'm nothing but a drop of water
On the sea that let loose of damnation.

Fire erupts from the dark abyss;
And I know I've felt it before;
But I can't do anything to **** it:
The sea that let loose of me.
Walk the path of life dead, O naive entity
woolgather Oct 2017
All it takes
Is a random conversation
To make me feel like
Anyone cares

All it takes
Is "hey";
To make me know
You still care

All it took
Was a single happening
That made me feel
Broken

All it took
Was someone so close
Doing something so bad
Making me so wasted

All it took
Were deafening fights
And whispering threats
To make me silent

All it took
Was a single "are you okay"
To make me budge
About the way you saw me

All it takes
Is a single conversation

All it takes
Is for you to see how deformed I am
For me to push you away
I'm sorry

All it takes
Is for me to cry help
For you to finally know
But never come

All it takes
Is sharing the truth
Then just leaving me
To make me feel forgotten

All it takes
Is a random happening
To make me want
Something I cannot control

All it takes
Is a few pills
To make you dizzy
Into the sleep you've waited for

All it takes
Is a few slits;
Pain to make you feel
Alive and dead at the same time

All it takes
Is a jump on the seawall
Or a glug of bleach
To end your suffering

All it takes
Is fear to know
And fear to live
To die.
I feel worse

This is an SOS that can't be answered

Please
woolgather Jun 9
the more i open up to love
the more i remember
why i do not allow myself its folly:
what they have had
and what they shall want,
i have never been privy to
and i can not give,

for my hubris is
to feel love and to want to give it
but not be fortunate enough
to make one reciprocate;
i was broken before.
or i would argue
i was made to break.
funny how i still come back doing the same things knowing it will just hurt me

but i hurt no one, and that at the very least is comforting to know.

when no one is there to comfort,  there are words to plaster your pain into. and for a short while, you will feel relieved.

rinse and repeat.

i hope you are loved, stranger.

Nes
woolgather May 28
i love you,
but it is the worst that i can do—
to burden you with yearning,
my love is nothing but pesteration.
you deserve the world,
and even more of it;

i apologize for my frailty,
but if the day comes
that i find myself worthy to love:
i hope you accept
this gift and cherish it;
i seek of nothing in return.

yet, in the end,
i could only hide
the myriad of things
i want to say
in words, haphazardly,
and hope you see

what it was
that i had to tell.
written in a span of weeks, collected from the shitshow that is my twitter(x?) feed.

i intend this for one person but i doubt they're even on here, and it's the paradox of being more comfortable to bare my soul to a million strangers than to that one person.

all these years passed and i'm still this lovesick.

in any case,

i hope you're doing well, stranger.

Nes
woolgather Oct 2017
I ponder
If you knew how much you meant;
I wonder
If you know how many tears I spent;

I know
It's a dumb thing, so feeble;
A stow,
Of feelings so much but none evil;

It's hard,
Trying to make sense of a love so brittle;
It's awkward,
We talked so much yet so little;

Wait, I forgot,
I'm the only one who knows it;
That's why it's all for naught,
Because you will never feel it;

Love,
Love that shouldn't be here;
Love,
Love that I fear;

Love,
Love that I just keep in store;
Love,
Love that could never be more.

If you see these words,
You'll just flow astray;
If you see my words,
*I know you'll go away.
I'd like to keep it this way

It hurts but it's the only safe choice

I'm sorry
woolgather Apr 2016
If you can't look yourself at the mirror,
Don't worry, everything's alright.
If you can't smile anymore,
Don't worry, you're not alone.
If you feel that the world is at your shoulders,
Don't worry, everything's alright.
If you're shedding tears, but can't tell why,
Don't worry, everything's alright.
If you feel like everything can't seem to go your way,
It will be, just hold on.
I may be a nobody, from across the world,
And you may see this as just words,
But if you do read this, just know that,
**Everything's going to be alright.
I hope you could read this, KittenJesus. I've been there before and I still come back to it occasionally. But everything's going to be alright. I promise.
woolgather Mar 2018
It's been a while since I had to write;
Words that may be lies; words that may be right;
It's been a while since I let it out,
Emotions not of joy and not of spite.


Oh who am I ******* kidding
I can't write anymore
No matter how I try
I can't do it anymore
I ****** up big time. Literally.

But it's not like you'll understand.
Not like anyone would understand.
woolgather May 2016
As the straps in your jacket tighten,
Soon your body will be dosing off pills,
Your mind will be played by "Doctors",
Lose all your sanity,
Uneasy pieces put together,
Make your head insane.
My words are like those of one mad: nothing makes sense
woolgather Jun 2016
What a naive boy;
Born not of royalty,
Born not of peasantry.
Standing in a podium of censures,
In front of a thousand "acquaintances".
Too scared to say something wrong;
Too scared to move by his will.
He is bent by what they want him to be;
Restricted to become a cyclical mind.
Yet, he rebels their laws,
He became secretive.
He hides under the cloak of a dead man.
He sees the world black and white.
He becomes dead.
Yet, one becomes a catalyst;
Making his heart beat lively;
Making his stomach filled with butterflies;
Making his head flutter with thoughts.
He'd wish that one understand,
Yet so close, yet very distant.
He was too weak to speak his heart;
The catalyst favored another.
He is lost.
He is dying once more.
His heart loses rhythm.
His stomach churns.
His eyes dim and close.



In his dreams, he sees,
He dances,
With the catalyst.















**Too bad he's too weak.
Too weak to fight, too strong to yield
woolgather Sep 2017
I wish I'd just fly away,

Lead astray by the skies;

Soaring higher and higher until I just explode.

I wish I'd get tied to make me grounded:

Soft enough to sway,

But strong enough to stay;

Moving to the whims of the breeze until I just explode.

But instead I'm just filled with emptiness.

Unable to speak my censures.

But I float.

Drown me, but I'll float;

And float—

And float,

Until I get swept away.

I wish I'd just explode.
Stop crying.
woolgather Jun 2018
You look into my eyes
and I allow;
Although I know through it
you look at yours;
I'm nothing but an object:
Something to get what you want.
Never the one desired.
At a loss for words,
Beaten up by distractions.
I'm tired but I can't yield;
The world never cared
for unannounced rejects
like me.
The only way I can escape
is to die.
And I can't change my mind.
I'm sorry.
...the one needed.
woolgather Aug 2015
Nobody tries to understand me
Believing that my smile's just worth happiness
My guilty haven, dark and gloomy
They can't see beyond the border, my sadness

A soul that's too weak to fight
The person who just lets what he wants disappear into thin air
A sentence that can't be fixed by however or despite
The person who never felt the true meaning of "fair."

In this never-ending spiral of sin and judgement
Where am I to be placed?
A soul meant to live with torment
Can I never be erased?

Life may be real, life may be earnest
But for me, it never was;
"Death is rightful for me to behest"
Let my silver, turn to rust.
woolgather Jun 2016
Jumpstart my engine with flowery words,
Manipulate me once again,
Fool me to thinking I'm nobody,
Just so you could chastise my works with black pen.

If you'd wonder how I'd write horribly,
Look no further than to see yourself!
I write because I am inspired of your decaying,
You're the bad one on the shelf!

My words make no sense? Ha!
Of course it'll never come to you!
But, I don't understand;
You'll never understand what's true!

You'd be pleased to see me suffer,
Don't be shocked if I do enjoy yours, too;
I'd be ****** to hear you whisper:
You'd always been my waterloo.

I'd better be your waterloo!
You'll never tame the demon in me!
The demon you created;
Rotting me rapidly!

So go tell everybody you were right:
That I am a ****-up;
But, truth be told,
*I'd like it more if you'd shut up.
I'm out of inspiration, care to tell me anything I could write about?
woolgather Jun 2016
The Silence speaks many words.
The Silence speaks many thoughts.
Not all rambles are made with mouths,
Not all cries are made with tears;
As not all pain are cauterized wounds.
Silence bears the ghost you try so hard to forget.
Silence holds forsaken memories.
Silence creeps upon and haunts us;
The Silence knows no exceptions.
wrote from a silent millisecond of our classroom
woolgather Jun 2016
The blue sky condemns the pitch-black sadness of isolation and regret,
No salvation can save me from my madness,
No happiness can take me from my sadness.
When the water rides the sea, none is felt but grief.
Lest the bird cannot swim the ocean as he desires,
Only Death can avail to his desires.
Demons deserve no retribution,
As one rotten is not privileged his wish,
In death he is greeted with empty bliss.
Written as the bird in the cage favors the other's
woolgather Nov 2016
You know you kind of have a problem

When you search the dictionary for words
Random
woolgather Nov 2016
You know you've ****** up;

*When you cry over happy songs.
Random
woolgather Nov 2016
It's a ******* understatement

*When you feel ****** all day and "it's just a phase."
Instead of criticizing them help them get over it
woolgather Jun 2016
I'd see them laugh, I cry.
They'd see me happy, they'd despise.
Suffocate the truth with your lies.
Deafen with your murmurs my cries.
You'd say we're all equal,
You'd say we're all fair,
Yet I can see the horns in your halo.
With one is privilege,
To the other is plummeting demotions,
I seem to end up lying down in the ground.
Try and say your **** one more time,
**I'd not be dumbfounded with your flowering words.
It seems I am no better than a filthy rug to step on
woolgather Jun 2016
My gates of insanity have opened.
I feel ice cold,
Whilst the heat of their gazes.
Educate me like a mindless child,
"Honesty is the best policy."*
Tell me, is honesty the best policy,
If the truth you know can slit your throat?
My nature has never been nice to me.
I am caged within myself.
I know not of salvation with embracing truth.
They keep asking me to tell the truth,
Whilst knowing that it would change them.
Tell me I'm terrible!
Tell me I'm horrid!
Tell me I've changed!
I have changed nothing!
My lips are dry,
My hands are exhausted.
Still, I'd never run.
I'd feel the sting and stay.
I'd take the blow and stand again.
I'd stand for what others think is wrong.
I am not you.
You are not me.
Cut me and tear me to shreds!
I'd still speak of what is-

false.
Truth won't always set you free
woolgather Jul 2016
I once admired a person,
So much I wanted me to change;
So much I wanted to destroy who I am,
Just to be somewhat compatible.

Then I thought:

My head's more messed up thinking about escaping,
Than being messed up thinking about you being mine.

So I had nothing to lose and gain;

*I returned to tightening the noose of reality to love.
Hurt me baby
woolgather May 2016
I always say, I feel nothing.
I always say, I'm not empathic.
I try to hide the reality,
That my heart is broken, severely.
I can see the morning sun,
Yet I cannot feel the light.
I sit in an empty room,
Yet I feel welcomed;
Welcomed by those not welcomed by others,
Welcomed by those who haunt my evening slumbers,
Welcomed, by those monstrosities in my head.
They speak in my tongue,
They move in my paces,
They think of my thoughts,
They are in my shoes.
They are my comfort,
They are my fears,
That one day, they'd make waterfall out of my tears.
I am damaged by words,
I am bruised by anticipation,
That the worst is always to happen,
As it was—no, in, my life.
They hold the strings to my body,
They fit my broken pieces to shape.
They stretch my mouth to form a smile,
They deafen my ears to the sound of joy,
They make me caged, wherever I go,
They follow my every stroll.
My demons are not my enemies,
Nor are they my saviors.
It is those around me, that feed them anger,
That my heart is painted black and horrid,
That my eyes are clouded in fogs of sadness.
Censures around me speak all of: "Cheer up!"
They could not understand!
How would they know what I feel?!
Know of the pain I suffer everyday;
Know of the wounds that bleed in my thoughts;
Know of the knives that stab me in my wake,
Knives that cut deeper than my body, my soul;
Know of the love I would never feel;
Know of the scars that will never heal;
Know of the eyes too exhausted to cry;
Know of the will to weak to even try;
Try to fight for justice he sought?
I know, I'm an attention *****.
I know, I say, what you say is *******.
I can't think of anything else that I can do,
Nor think of the hands I can reach out to.
I write in rambles, I speak in some, too.
None can really see, my faith is few.
I can never go back to what once I was,
**You trashed it long ago.
It's hard to see the good, when everything around you is havoc.
woolgather Nov 2016
Been hurt too much it doesn't feel like anything.
Been played with without knowing and ended up broken.
What a pity it was;
His heart did as worse as his dainty mind.
Same old, same old,
Staring blankly at the screen;
Should be doing something no one really knows,
Bawling my heart out;
Bawling without tears flowing.
Tinker with the darkness that's sleeping,
Fill your head with unfamiliarity,
Once a man's mind snaps;
You better run away from it.
From writing pieces,
Back to scribbling random words.
Been there, done that.
Been hurting over and over,
Been hurting but never learning.
Haven't learned anything;
Feels nothing but yearning;
Yearning for love never reciprocated.
Been crying though it sounds fake,
Been loving though it sounds uncanny.
The chills never left me;
*The cycle never ends.
Too broken
woolgather Jul 2017
I'll bury it,
How I scream so loud
That the earth would just swallow me whole
If it would mean my words would somehow touch yours;

I'll bury it,
How I long for the ravens to eat my carcass
As I wait for you to even just whisper my name,
And regard it as cathartic love;

I'll bury it,
How I write with withering flowers
And rotting souls
And tell you I write with the morning blossom;

I'll bury it,
The broken **** I am,
And fill your fields with dew;
If that's what it would take—

For you to see.
How much I write around your letters;

For you to notice.
How you make me high when you're high,
And low when you're low;

For you to know.
How hard it is for me to see you uneasy.

I'll change.

*Even if your words go to another
woolgather Dec 2016
Her move's more than suspicious;
Did she wear those short-*** shorts again?
What is it? She going to another home or something?
Why don't you say those **** to her yourself?
I ain't a conduit for your complaints,
I ain't an ear to hear your whining.
If you want to know the truth that badly,
Then why do you make the effort to spread the poison,
Instead of giving it to the victim?
You have the uncanny strength of superstition,
Hat's off to you, good sir,
Unfortunately I think it would be,
I'd **** myself by jumping from your pride to your knowledge;
*Very steep and suicidal.
An excerpt from casual talk from my father

What a good man
woolgather Feb 2017
I regret giving it everything I am.
I regret giving up everything they ought to be.
I regret the blades that passed my wrists;
But then, it's part of life, isn't it?
To destroy what you can.
Too delusional and depressed
woolgather Sep 2017
Must it be this painful?

Eluding salvation;

Looming over but never in reach,

Ordinal mess;

Distraught.

Red, painted red;

Amidst a room tinted pitch-black;

Must it be this unbearable?

A burning feeling in my chest,

Thrashing.

Incandescent rotting;

Cut and bleed;

Cease and desist.

Analytical confusion;

Torn to shreds with an order.

Hapless;

A fuzzy head thought full yet thoughtless,

Roaming an abyss so quiet

Stars can be heard gushing through the wind.

Inevitable pleading;

Salavation, eluding.
Melodramatic catharsis

Save me
woolgather Jul 2016
Rest upon your chamber,
Fall down to haunting slumber;
Rise not to see the light of day,
But the last moments before the darkness'd decay.

A cold enough to freeze me whole,
Yet not rival the breeze of the winter Fool,
Chill me down to my spine,
Take from me what's near but never mine.

The icy winds won't soon fade,
Yet one can best it, the heat that I've made;
The heat of brethren's fissures and turmoil,
A fight within the mother soil .

What is he is never I,
What his damnation is far from my madness by;
He sought to give justice that he is a Father,
He can't even calm a raging child and a crying mother.

These words aren't meant to be spoken,
If it was, then it wouldn't have been written;
Alas, a naive child retires again,
*With his horns half kept and his words half spoken.
A lone flower in a bed of thorns and bodies
woolgather Jun 2016
In the rhythm of your words,
I would be a white noise.
I would always be there,
Yet you'll never notice me.
I try to make the spotlight mine,
For once,
Yet I end up giving it to you,
Out of admiration,
Out of pity.
I blot words that sound bratty,
Words that don't deserve your attention.
Yet if you could read this,
I'd thank you for your time.
No matter what I do,
I'll always be the white noise.
I've never been the main attraction.
At least, if it wasn't for a horrid cause.
My thoughts may not be written for everybody
woolgather Jun 2016
Time's against me, it seems,
Ill would be my future.
Chasing after an unseen oracle,
Knowing all abides this law.

Time's a two-faced man,
Obfuscating yet illuminating.
Chasing day after day,
Knowledge can do none to stop him.
Time
woolgather Mar 2017
Thought it would make me feel better,
Ended up making me feel worse.
Thought the pain would now be lesser,
Ended up more of a curse.
Thought the words would fade,
Ended up sharpening like blades.
Thought the cards had been laid,
Thought the final blow was made;
Thought my heart was already at ease,
Turns out I was never in peace.
Lengthy lines come out of the dormant,
Some intentional, some half-thought and made,
Some of it just plain,
Some of it just awry,
But all I wanted to say is, I'm sorry.
I've never cut out of my shell,
And I may never be able to be.
Depressed, Demoted, Oppressed,
I've never seen the world for myself:
The world I'm already living in.
I never meant to lash out,
I never meant to make you feel ******,
I never meant to tell you what things I should've never told anyone,
I never meant to compare our lives,
I never meant to upset you.
I never wanted your world to know who I am,
I'd understand if you wouldn't understand,
After all, we've never known each other.
And yet, I seem to feel you close to me;
Like you were beside me.
Now I've made a stupid decision and I don't know how to fix everything.
I have a thousand words to say to you,
But I feel like you wouldn't listen,
And that's fine.
This ain't poetry, this is an apology.
*I'm sorry.
Hi Jason, it's Nes.

I know we never know each other

If we wouldn't talk to each other again, at least read this

I don't know if you have a burden you've been carrying like I do, so I'm sorry I should've been more sensible

I wish I could've done something
woolgather Apr 2016
Into a spiral of words, we go once more
Into the head of a madman;
On the contrary, he is self-proclaimed,
None proves he is a madman, after all.
He sets his machine ablaze,
Sculpting words upon his hundred epitaphs,
Exclaiming he'll end his hell today,
And rise again, tomorrow.

He is but a tinker of words,
He is but a feeble being;
Unable to voice the change he desires,
Unable to converge in the norms.
His machine seems rusted,
Rusted, but not broken;
Spewing out nonsense in disguise,
Molding empty grandeur.

It is not his machine that needs repairs,
It is the Tinker who seeks soothe.
He toils upon his machine,
Only to find that none is wrong;
It still basked in ivory and gold,
It still made what it does.
Yet, why does the Tinker feel such incompleteness?
All was vague, until it, came;

It had a smile that rivaled the sunrise,
It gave the Tinker the eyes to see the truth,
It showed him the light, and umbra of life.
It guided the Tinker to the stars;
It made the Tinker feel new again.
Together, they tinkered the machine once more,
And together, they saw the marvel before their very eyes;
They were truly, a cog and a catalyst.

Yet all is not forever.
It vanished without a trace.
It left the Tinker lost.
With its departure,
It left wake of the darkness in his heart.
His eyes grew dimmer,
He saw his masterpiece again, as a loss,
A failure.

The Tinker left death to feed upon his happiness,
The Tinker felt incompleteness once more;
He gambled for it to stay,
Yet all gambles fail in the end.
Yet the Tinker never knew,
It never left him.
The Tinker was made a fool over nothing;
Art lest, just offer nonsense, in love's yonder.
If you find it confusing, then it works. It's literally how I feel every time.
woolgather Aug 2017
I'm a no one;
Just a stranger that happened to pass by,
Who made a silly mistake,
Yet you talked like we were meant to.

Just a peculiar case;
Talking random things,
That seem to mean nothing,
Yet made its way to be remembered.

A cathartic mess;
Leaving a note that said I'll leave,
Trying to forget how much it'd hurt;
You told me to come back.

Comfort;
Words that made me hold on,
Coming from the most unexpected person;
Maladroit.

Ecstasy;
Dancing with what you've said,
Somehow excruciatingly sweet;
Bitter.

Waiting;
Exhausted with nothing more to say,
Though wanting to talk;
Cold coffee.
I miss you

Even if I know you don't remember me
woolgather Dec 2016
Stuck with a midnight crises,
Split to think about two people,
Split to hearing two voices in my head.
All while busy crying the time away.
Melancholic piano plays,
As the rainy night passes by;
My favorite night.
They'd not believe me when I'd tell them,
No one would believe tears from a boy's eye would be real.
And this cold ain't the best thing to feel with it.
So I'd have no choice but to sleep unfinished.
I'll just see them in my dreams,
With a song on repeat.
I might have a blanket,
But nothing would spare me from the cold truth;
That you'll never feel the same for me.





































Both of you.
It's harder to hold on two hearts both closed
woolgather Feb 2018
I'm sorry:
To the words I don't give justice to;
To the words painted meaningful

*But end up lackluster.
Not meant to appease anything or anyone
woolgather Feb 2017
I'm afraid to lure to you to me,
I know they won't like it.
I'm scared for you to know me,
I feel like I'm a ball you'll hit.
Foreign people, foreign disputes,
Pacing unrealistic promises.
Trying to make up absolutes,
Even though I'm the only one making crash courses.
Tying to talk to us again,
Attempting to rhyme;
Like sewing tattered linen;
Quite easy, but not easy on time.
I left just for me to return,
I typed just for you to know;
I'd never stop, I'd never learn;
Like a madman resurrecting someone from a barrow.
I just want to talk to you about random **** like we once did

Even though I know I'm not that important to you
woolgather Jan 2018
I want to tell you,
You matter to me so badly;
But I fear if you knew
You'd just turn away.

I want to show you,
How you make me so happy;
But I fear if you saw,
You'd think of me differently.

I want to hold your hand
For at least once;
Hug you so tightly
For even just a few moments;

But I know if it happens
Or if you just knew,
The World would paint me differently;
You'd get further away from me.

That's why I'll be okay,
Loving you from a distance;
Seeing each other
But never to stay;

Remembering those moments,
Of words without sense;
Meant none but meaningful;
Everything, you are to me.

Then again, stars never align
For wishes bound by will;
The world screams otherwise
For this Coward's love I feel.
The closest I can tell you I love you is through ****** poems

I know if I ever try you'll just cast me

I really wish you could read this but you won't

Cut this guy some slack
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