As the final wisps of daylight fade
Your eyes become so clear
And the dimly burning streetlights
Become the silent starlight,
Lighting our lover’s path dear.
A silent echo,
Your warm words
Even a welcome change
can become difficult.
As we got up and took our first step,
I looked at him, and he looked at me.
A silent nod exchanged in unison,
To convey our undying trust
To convey our unspoken love.
Lol I wish he liked me like that…
The wind’s soft melody
Tearing through the landscape.
Gently brushing my knee
And roaring in my ear.
The silent drop of a windswept tear,
The call to a motion all too clear.
A storm throughout our minds
Tearing at our walls like rinds.
The silent beauty
And the harsh cruelty
This is the duality of a tempest.
I don’t think this turned out how I originally planned but that’s alright
As the flame in his eyes faded,
He remembered what he left behind.
Nothing could describe the intensity
Or even what he felt in that fleeting moment,
As he turned the keys
And started his long journey home;
His journey for forgiveness.
These short stories are kinda fun. Definitely different from my older poetry
As she struck her final chords
His heart beat in tune with her fingers,
Birthing a new generation.
Thoughts lie adrift, like the mist;
Fading into the dawning light.
With this hew sun, I am blessed;
Renewal will come when the time is right.
For now, I must spread my wings,
Readying my soul to take flight
And bask in the vernal sunlight.
I’m alive, so yay! Working on being better now, it definitely was rough for a bit tho.
I call for the moon,
Welcoming its gaze.
It’s gentle, cold beams
Render my skin blue,
And bring light to my being.
The mind is a vast cage,
Full of twists and turns.
Once you fall in,
You can’t come out.
Nothing helps anymore.
I feel it every night.
When will this hell end?
How can I make these feelings stop?
I’m afraid to tell anyone what’s happening because I’ll make them extremely worried. But I don’t even know if I’m able to save myself from this anymore, so I need to say something to someone. I just don’t know how much time I have left. Depending on what I do today it’s either really soon or a couple months to a year away.
Their words consume me,
Telling me silent lies.
But you can only see the light
Which I cast on your eyes.
When will you see right through me,
And save me from this madness?
I’m too far gone to save myself.
I fall asleep to the spirit’s melody;
Drifting along iridescent shores,
Welcoming all that passes before it.
An unforgiving chokehold sets in
And i am rendered unable to escape.
The silence of a bed;
The welcome of the world of dreams.
I can’t get out of bed. I’m wasting away a day. F in the chat.
I say good morning once more,
Your feeble pleas fall silent
As i exit the door.
Close your eyes
You’ll come here soon.
Run away from this dream,
Fall into our tune.
It’s all a dream to me,
This horrid melody.
I call when you can see;
Setting the lifeline free.
Thanks for all the fish.
Daunting voices call my name;
Each breath full of manic mirth.
The sunlight falls
Like distant snowflakes,
Dusting a golden plain
With an auburn hue.
As the sky grows dark,
I see less and less,
But hear more and more.
A crescent guillotine hangs in the sky
As I absentmindedly envision
These fruitful moments to be my last.
The mirthful voices once more,
And engulf me in their mania.
My head hits the floor
While my consciousness washes away;
As if it were an eternal shore.
Manic streams of sunlight fall,
Devouring the darkness below.
From one insanity to another,
A cover up for what’s lost.
You hide the truth inside the dream,
Yet you cover it up once found.
You fear the truth;
The endless pain
Because you can’t except it’s gone.
Why keep running, little one?
Your simple fun has just begun.
Why have i been given so many chances?
So many sparks to fuel my fire?
At some point the sparks no longer help
And I’m covered in sparks and fire.
What would you have thought?
I was fine all day to your knowledge.
All you heard was
“it’s been especially rough today.”
Would you have been shocked?
Sometimes i regret my choices.
Would it have been better for her if I didn’t turn around and step back in?
Would it have been better for you?
What would you have thought,
If that was my last text?
A simple stupid joke, no closure.
Would you look for a reason,
Only to turn up blank?
What if you weren’t there?
What would have happened in the end?
I fear to contemplate it.
What if time had stopped
In that very moment;
Never to continue?
What would you think,
If I had become the autumnal leaf,
Drifted away by the wind?
Would things be different
If I paused indefinitely?
Would have it been better?
The things you say make it seem as if things would have ended up better if I never came back around. Maybe you’re right.
The river flows forth,
Like a vermillion serpent,
Through the morning mist.
Ok so I thought about this one a bit. Idk if the meanings i used are poetry legal or not but we’ll see if the poetryFBI breaks down my door.
The serpent represents evil, and the red represents bad emotions. The serpent also represents rebirth or new life, which attributes to negative emotions cycling through my head over and over. The morning mist is what’s happening rn lol. 4am mood.
Even in the dark, comets still fly
Like a radiant moth called to flame.
Hidden among lost and frozen stars,
Acceptance lay still and forgotten;
A consistent game of stagnation,
Until the hunter found the fountain;
Until you found me.
This poem is my feelings of a while bundled up into one poem. A lot has happened since I last posted and only now am I in the mood to write, now that it’s all almost over. Each line has 9 syllables, until the last line breaks the pattern.
Like a flicker of wind,
Sparking against my skin;
The moonlight fades
And she is gone once again.
Your faith in me
Scared off what’s left.
I thought I was free.
But you’re still a burden i heft.
You can never see this mess,
For I’ll hide it until the end.
Ill never be any less
Until my soul begins to blend.
You scream my name;
Say your in pain.
As i swing my fracturing arm;
Ready to lift you up,
You swat it away,
And I shatter.
As my pieces fall to the ground,
All I can think of is you,
And everything i could do,
To help you get through.
I can’t keep ignoring myself to help you.
As we fade beyond the horizon,
I sleepily sink into your eyes.
When the golden stars scar the skyline,
I’ll become one of your silent lies.
Lightly gazing off into space,
Listening to the gilded stars
When the streetlamps turn to starlight.
And the dusted sky lights aflame.
The wistful whims of flurries
Made apparent by its fragile mark.
We speak freely within the wall
But are silenced by snowfall.
A flowering stagnation,
Bringing silence to the air.
A listless trepidation
Descends into nothingness,
Like it was a grain of salt
Dropped into an auburn marsh.
Sometimes life just stops.
Like the song
Of a stone;
4 syllables in each line, which is kinda interesting how easy it was to put together in comparison with my usual amount per line (6-7).
Coldly bleak blackened walls
Housing a discreet warmth.
Within such listless halls,
We find the stars alight.
Dwelling inside the void
Like an innocent blight,
You stand, full of spirit.
For only void hears it
Void given thought,
Light starts to blot…
The string draws taut.
The melancholic melody
Brings forth the voices
Of the long lost autumn leaves.
Whispering among the winds,
Elegantly threaded echoes
Resonate with the depths of my being.
Shaken at the roots
Yet strengthened at my core,
I feel my freedom return once more.
With all our shadows comes the light,
Casting rays around,
Fueling our ever blissful delight.
A wonderful time we all once knew,
But, even then,
We never held our promises true.
Crawling through the wastes,
I wish for the flame.
To fly above the rest
To have nothing but a name.
My hope and interest
have kept this dream alive
And allow me to thrive
Even in these darkest moments.
Fire is purifying and equivocal.
Echoes permeate the muffled air,
Bringing the song of life
To this old barren landscape.
Ripples in the water
Beckoning the snowfall,
Like the call of death
To an unsuspecting passerby.
To be silenced
Is to be freed.
My tongue is far too vile,
Spitting toxins and vile
Into the minds of others.
Preying on the weak,
And the dutiful.
An unseen gesture,
It’s meaning left to speculation.
Our silent words drop like sunshine
Onto an amber autumn field,
Treating our long-forgotten wounds.
Treat others the way you would like to be treated. I have long ago forgiven you, but I won’t forget you. You have not forgiven, and you will not forget. What more do I have to do to set things right?
Dawning on me
Like a red-stringed melody,
The sunrise of a new year
Beckoning new light
Into our lives.
How many small lies
Have I imprinted
How many are left?
A silence so potent
Where the air itself freezes,
And life no longer breathes.
I hate what I’ve done and I want to destroy myself for it. Why do i hate it? Why do i hate myself for it? It was all okay. Nothing was wrong. We both enjoyed it. You want it to happy again but i feel sick thinking about it. WHY?
A silent echo;
We come to reason.
Though reasons are lies;
A guise among the many.
Don’t hide your treason.
The vile thorn
Piercing like an unseen razor.
Infecting the wound
Like a midsummer overcast;
Sudden and volatile.
It whips and warps you,
A slight touch of the thorn;
A graze with death’s finger.
Within my mind the thorn resides,
An affliction to my mind.
I am dull,
I am vile.
You tease and toss me,
Beckon destruction and strife.
You apologize for nothings,
And terrorize my way or life.
Your motives are unclear,
The emotion you hold is invisible;
Silent poetry which I can’t hear.
But why do you belong here?
Why do I allow you to stay when all you do is harm. I don’t feel like myself. I don’t even know what you think. I’ve never been less confident in knowing how someone feels than when I’m around you. I’m afraid of what you’ll do to me. I’m afraid of what I’ll do to you. If you’re anything like what I think, I’m just going to hurt you in the end. I’m sorry.
The lingering mist;
Slowly ruptured by daybreak,
Uncovers my fears.
Your emotions scare me. What do they mean? What even is love? How can you hold such a strong emotion? I’m sorry but you are the terror to my world.
As the life in your eyes began to fade
I saw you wings decay,
Like a autumn marsh
Turning from amber to beige.
Everything you had was lost,
Yet you fight remains;
An inferno among the flames.
You rose, an empress among the monarchs,
And finished, a champion among winners.
You’re a falcon in the wind,
A ruler of your world.
You never lost home, and now you’re here.
Time fades beyond the horizon
Like a gentle crisp breeze
Pulling the autumnal leaves into the air.
Should we stop pretending?
We’re in the house of flies.
There’s only our loss;
Nailed to the cross.
You’ve lost your wings,
And I’ve got no courage…
Who are we to begin to flourish?
The house of flies references a song called “change (in the house of flies)” by deftones. I implemented the use of the house as a term for a rapid and unexpected change.
The last streams of daylight fade away,
Like the frail afterimage
Of melancholic memories;
Drifting quietly like seaglass,
Submerged in an unfamiliar world.
I got nothing to add to this, so imagery is what it all is i guess.
As the somniferous air sets in
Like an ocean of sea glass;
The flowing tide echoing through my mind.
A dream of newfound waters
Surfacing like a long lost memory,
Calling forth from the autumn breeze.
Like gemstones in the rain,
I’m free to bleed out the colors.
The desire to leave an empty shell
Overpowered by a desire for vitality.
From the void a voice calls out;
A warm greeting once again.
Inside my body desires to roar,
Let out a vibrant call of vitality.
You walk in like flowers,
Yet leave me pinned with daggers.
You say life won’t get any harder,
Then nail me to my cross,
Making my emotions your martyr.
Sometimes your actions confuse me. Sometimes i wish you’d realize for a second what’s really going on, so i can stop denying myself of this emotion. Everything we do together doesn’t help me fix myself at all… it just makes it all worse.
He’s back once more;
The icy presence held at the door.
My heat is drained away
Like a fleeting fall leaf,
And all that’s left is an empty shell;
Something he wouldn’t sell.
Why all the meaningless slander?
I know you love me at heart.
There’s everything left for us;
A world of experience to handle.
Take my hand and I’ll show you,
You’ll see a world better than blue.
Get out of my head. You aren’t welcome.
Stand up or crawl.
Seething pervasive emotion
Burning like an open wound.
Sores and pains erupt throughout
But life’s tenacity carries you forth.
Your mind is blazingly empty;
Save one thought: the end goal.
The pain threatens to corrupt you more,
But your burning strive fends off its toll.
There’s nothing left but the finale;
A desire so strong, nothing else remains.
A scream of intense vitality;
Silencing the waves; soothing the pains.