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1.6k · Nov 2021
Seventh day
Simon Nov 2021
On the seventh day
I hear
Thunderous silence
Of everything wrong

God decided to rest
And so he created
A barren, quiet day
Made for me to ponder

With silent birds
And noisy trees
I wish he didn't rest
Because now I can't

Sunday breakfast
I wish coffee was enough.
I despise sundays
1.6k · Dec 2018
Stronger than this
Simon Dec 2018
The wind's pulling us apart
My words seem to let you down
I don't pretend to replace your art
But your voice's dragging me around
It would be so cool if you showed sometime
That you care and don't want me to drown
Are we stronger than this?
despite my flaws and the vices i'm into
you find the way to love me too
Still, my hearth aches when you push me back
But I get it, "take it slow"
I beg you darling, lets be clear with our thoughts
I can only act upon myself, you know?
So i'll give things time and hope it shows
We're stronger than this, let's take it slow.
810 · Nov 2021
Sunday breakfast
Simon Nov 2021
Sometimes I wake up
And my head screams
Loudly
Everything that is so wrong

Sometimes I wake up
And I sit
In deafening silence
Wishing I didn't

Sometimes I wake up
And wonder
How can I fail
So often
Without anyone noticing
435 · Nov 2017
In the sidewalk
Simon Nov 2017
It happened long ago, in the sidewalk of the street
The street, the main city’s main street! A boulevard, Sweet Saint Pete
A pile of unherting junk started to sink, a hole started to grow
Ignored, underestimated, there were bigger threats after all.
A hole people walk on
Fed by every step
When does a hole turn into a pit?
A pit, dreadful, pitiful pit
One that doesn’t stop growing
Deep enough, people can’t get out

Deep enough, a violent fall


Deep enough, an utter death



Deep Enough, Murphy’s Law
A society’s flaw
First poem! With this one I tried to talk about the danger of ignoring a problem, even if an insignificant one. Also, I start with rhymes and then cut them off so that the idea of something is wrong is more powerful. Any thoughts?
402 · Nov 2017
Scared
Simon Nov 2017
You were standing at the top of that building
You were holding that knife against your wrist
You were sitting in a corner of your room
You were going to talk to her

What holds you back, pitiful brat?
"I'm scared, I'm scared! I'm not prepared!"
What holds you back, where's your faith at?
"I'm scared, I'm scared! I do not dare!"

You hopelessly started crying
You really wanted to talk to her
You pushed harder against your wrist
You walked further through the edge

What holds you back, pitiful brat?
"I'm scared, I'm scared! I'm not prepared!"
What holds you back, where's your faith at?
"I'm scared, I'm scared! I do not dare!"

You didn't talk to her
But you writed your last note
But your wrist started to bleed
But you jumped off the edge



Ha... Weren't you scared? I thought you didn't dare
Note: this poem is about something that i realised after doing some cutting. The fear i felt before doing it was the same that i felt when trying to expose myself to social interactions. I feel really stupid now that i think abou it
329 · Nov 2017
I don't know
Simon Nov 2017
anything I ignore
everything I fear
myself I became
such a mess this place
that I can't get to
forget about you
never liked my intentions
were always good
friends I wanted to make
the right choice today
this dreadful story ends
my life is worthless anyways
I don't know
everything I ignore
258 · Dec 2017
to be titled
Simon Dec 2017
I'm not very pretty
I'm not very smart
I make the wrong choices
I follow my heart

I may be selfish
I may be blind
But i'll swallow my pride
And swear not to lie

I talk too loudly
And brag all the time
with a big smile
I'll set up a rhyme

To hide my true feelings
To cover my heart
But when you're around
My words fall apart



I'm not very pretty
I'm not very smart
But if you stay around
I'll give you my heart
I need to change some things about this one, but I wanted to post it anyways, I may be able to take some feedback.
213 · Feb 2019
Final thoughts
Simon Feb 2019
Overwhelmed by feelings

I lack of meaning

by debt of mind

I'm left bleedin'

Saw only to be left blind

Found to be forsaken

Nothing will be akin

Too numb to be bitterish

'Twas brave to be foolish

I failed to fail

And in the end

I Left you to no avail

Do you even follow?

Why do i wallow

Too full to be hollow

Dead and high

Nothing else will make me cry
146 · Dec 2021
Candid afternoon
Simon Dec 2021
Overwhelmed by feelings,
A furnace in my chest
Creates shaky hands
And blurred vision

I'm not good with words
My heart screams loudly
But I'm not one to show

I don't know if I'll ever find
How to put it into words
For now I'll wave goodbye
With a shaky smile
And teary eyes

Even though I'm left dazed
i hope you feel
The warmth of my heart
When I hug you
This candid afternoon

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