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TheTulkunPoet
TheTulkunPoet
A Tortured poet
I can feel it in my bones, all your words have gone cold. The silence that rings through my ears. One step, mind the floorboards, they've been weakened lately. Don't fall in.
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Mar 4
Mar 4, 2026 at 2:07 PM UTC
Don't fall in..
Diamond Sapphire Eyes, shining in this light. None can compare to you, Nor aquamarine, nor topaz. You're the only thing that makes me smile, through this forest of soft beguiles. But your beauty is thin... I found out you were just another light torched by your lies.
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Mar 4
Mar 4, 2026 at 12:11 PM UTC
Diamond Sapphire Eyes
I live in the quicksand, a single move could drown you, if you haven't drowned already. My regrets hang over my head, I can't quite reach them, but they're always there. Reminding me of everything I do wrong, mocking me, laughing because I can't fix what I've done. My depression hollows me out, till my bones are bear, weary, how unfair. My mind doesn't anchor me, like it's supposed too. It sends me into spirals of oblivion and echoes my worth deflating. None of it's true? Well you can't convince me. I don't mean to be this way, always grieving in pain. But it finds me at my worst. When the termites eat the foundation, what's left to keep it standing? Everybody nods and sinks into their chairs. The world keeps moving, even when it feels like it's ending. I hold on to a thread, why do people feel as though they understand? Do they have to take medication just to calm down? Does everyone in the world feel like they know something? Do these people sit in bed wishing they weren't awake? Wishing they could find the root that started all this pain? No they attend every party and every occasion. Laughing, breathing. But my smiles are rare now, I don't know where to find them
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Mar 4
Mar 4, 2026 at 11:22 AM UTC
Hollowing
I just want the truth, I just want to know. Why you turn red to blue and sometimes yellow too. Why you act like you love me then you switch up these lines. What a death threat against me, I'm lucky to be alive. But I didn't know, I can't recall. When it turned unrequited if it were love at all. Don't call me a fool, I know what I am. Don't call me naïve like I don't know things. I just choose to ignore them, so stupid of me. But I won't make that mistake again as long as I breathe.
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Mar 4
Mar 4, 2026 at 10:04 AM UTC
Fool
Anxiety is a book that lays bent on my bed, endless pages of wonder. You could get lost from all the ponder. Why your trapped in the line of your own mind, sometimes you forget how to breathe. How anxiety is like a book, and it haunts you every waking hour. You can never forget the written down ink stains, however they are eternally ingrained. Anxiety you can't control, like the words are stuck so are you. So paralyzed you can't move. Tears fill your eyes, you cannot deny that you're scared inside. And on the bed you lay, in utter dismay. While the pages of your book are closed, you cannot bear to read another note.
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Mar 3
Mar 3, 2026 at 12:38 PM UTC
Anxiety is like...
I bet no ever caught you smile, even when you won. Just a cold breath in and out, you didn't even need to speak to scrutinize and tantalize me. When I looked in your eyes, felt almost like you weren't even there. So hidden in disguise, splitting end a bitter knife. And what is this feeling? I was falling somewhere, but you make it clear...it won't be in your arms.
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Mar 3
Mar 3, 2026 at 12:28 PM UTC
CLEAR TO ME
Downplay all my feelings, weighing heavy, past the floor. sinking into concrete, thinking I deserve to be appalled. Astronomical waves of nerves and grief, coming off me in this drought, this heat. Your silent perception, was just an interception to think kindness is some sort of war. Thinking..'Honey, you deserve it all.' Why did I deserve to be your doormat? To clear your sadness, as a rag. Kindness isn't a weapon or a form of ripping someone open. I give you honesty, but in all certainty..you wish I did not exist? Your apologies are like water, slipping through my fingers. I'm drowned in forgiveness, but you mean none of it at all...
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Mar 3
Mar 3, 2026 at 12:15 PM UTC
SINKING INTO CONCRETE