He felt humiliated
When asked not to read
The poem he wrote
That described his pain,
He need not have.
He forgot each one of us
Had a tale to tell
Of unique torture and pain.
His pain they knew to be
Of the deprived.
They had seen him,
His head bent low,
Languish on the beach
Picking and rejecting seashells
And then
Draw patterns with his toes
On the wet sand.

and unfortunately,
after multiple unfollows
after multiple dislikes
after multiple blocks
after multiple deletions
after multiple “it’s over”

some feelings will never go away
any my mind will always wonder “what if?”

So this is us
Never meant to be
There is only you
And only me
There is no we

In a world where death is the only promise,
The rush of feeling alive
Comes with each little heart break
And the reconstruction
Of love's architecture.

I let your name roll off
My tongue,
One last time.
Like water, dripping down
A melting icicle;
That, and nothing more.

They left me to rot,
then called to ask how I was doing.

I wanted a doctorate,
one that specialized in him -
to know him so thoroughly
that the lines on his palms were
ones I could recite in my sleep
I was so close to getting it.

His voice caught my attention.
"What?" he asked kindly.
"Oh, nothing," I said nonchalantly
as I averted my eyes,
kept the blossoming love hidden.
I resolved to try another day.

Life happens

poetry helps

Sept.15.19

I’m thousand miles away
And I still feel as if
You are near

I love every part of you
Every crevice, you are home
My eternal peace, what I need
I feel safe around you
Please don’t break my heart

rainy and bleak town
smileless faces rushing past
sadness engulfs me

"I'm original!"
copyright
"I'm not loved"
copyright
Words...
copyright
We are not original,
We will never be original...
*copyright

your heart
breaks different
when it beats
alone

Depression is numbness
Anxiety is pain
When they are mixed
It is like fire and rain
Except the fire never goes out
And the rain only becomes heavier

Maybe there’s something between us.
A fire that we kindle but try to put out as if we are ashamed,
Blinded by the light.
But as that fire grows larger,
It becomes harder to control.
At some point,
We must accept the warmth that the flames bring us.

the wrong one
will find you in peace
and end up leaving you in pieces

only the right one
can find you in pieces
and guide you to peace

Our love, a match
You, a Marlboro evening
We share every warm sunset.
I'm not sure when we'll finally burn out but at least I'll have the ashes to prove that we really, really, did try.
You, a lighter, ignite my flame
let the sparks never die.
After all this time still wishing and wishing upon shooting stars for you
my one true love.

"love-sick"
I mean
I suppose love is a disease.

there are the symptoms,
the racing heart
constant thoughts,
and if your a writer
countless poems dedicated to them
or your love.

I suppose love is a disease
but if its you,
its not one I would mine
having.

I don’t know
If I believe in soulmates
Or fate

But if you told me
That something
Or someone
Had planned for us to meet
And made each of us
For the other

My darling I don’t know
If I would be able
To argue

You are
Everything I always dreamed of
And
Everything
I could’ve never imagined

Remember,
the best things in life are free

...plus tax
...license
...and recycling fee

"Don't you remember him?"
They asked.
"Can't you see, I'm still writing!"
She said.
They became silent.

Draws you into her
Go don't return we are done
Closed up her heart     burn

Sometimes, I feel
that the modern world
has traded love, for clarity...

has traded flowery gardens,
for deserts.
has traded stars,
for a picture of stars.
has traded dance and songs,
for analysis.
has traded ecstasy,
for mere control.
has traded heart,
for mind.

has traded life,
for death...

© Manan sheel.

and i miss that feeling,
i miss that time,
i miss my love,
and i miss those eyes.

You talk too much for your own good
And smile too little for my liking
I would crack a joke to lighten the mood
But you seem to find humour frightening.
What’s it like living in such an awful world?
You say paradise is laced with landmines
Hidden meanings are waiting to unfurl
But sometimes a rhyme is just a rhyme.

Because the earth’s round
Doesn’t mean it’s  having a ball.

Because waves crash
Doesn’t mean that they aren’t in control.

Because the sea is deep
Doesn’t mean that it’s thoughtful

Because land meets the sea
Doesn’t mean that they agree

Because you float my boat
Doesn’t make me the captain.

"I guess we're all in varying degrees of 'not okay'."

If you could read my mind,
You’d see a thousand papers
Filled with broken poetries
And deadbeat proses
Full of woeful verses
With mournful pieces
Of unfinished stories
That are yet to be written
And failed to be spoken;
If you could read my mind,
You’d hear horrible screams
And earsplitting weeps
From shattered dreams,
Kept in a nasty notepad,
Scribbled on a bed
Of bloodstained words,
Ringing in my head.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see the shadows
That lurk within me;
You’d hear the bellows,
Screeching the words
“I’m tired,”
“I’m a failure,”
“I’m stupid –”
I know it sounds stupid,
It’s pathetically foolish
And seems too *******.
If you could read my mind,
You’d feel the tears
I had ever failed to cry;
You’d see the people
That make the weak weaker;
You’d see the monsters
That consume my head;
You’d hear the hollers
That failed to be freed;
You’d see the heart
That still bleeds and bleeds.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see the face
I’ve failed to show back then,
The face I’ve faked back then.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see a character
I had ever failed to become
If you could read my mind,
You’d be able to read
A book you never wished
To touch and read,
But sometimes I still wish
Someone could read my mind.

Your beautiful brown eyes
A window to your soul
I can tell you everything
My mommy, my friend

I know you love me, unconditionally
It is the one certainty
I have always known
Your love for me never questioned

Mommy, you are my anchor
In my happy days
And my darkest days
My mommy, I love you unconditionally

You told me,
"I don't deserve someone like you."
"You're just too good for me."

I don't believe you darling,
I know you wanna say that you don't like me at all.
You just don't wanna hurt my feelings..

The drops on my face
Cool and refreshing it feels
Hidng all my tears