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Merwin Nikad Oct 2018
People like me
I feel wanted
But at the same time
Nothing could matter less
And nothing could matter more
Nothing could matter more
Than the bitter need
To be wanted
To want
To give
So much frustration
Tension
A depressed conglomeration
Of hormones and talent
Stuffed into anxiety
With a side of want
But that want
It looks so big on the plate
It makes things seem all over the place
Nothing seems
Set
I cant get a grip
On what I need to think about
Theres so much on this plate
I cant even bother with the next thing
The next trial
The next sleepless night
The next missing light
Or keys
Or i lost my wallet
I dont know how long i can do it
Maybe it'll all come crashing down
And ill just sleep
Forever.
Life is a stressful thing. Its best not to think about eternity. Maybe immortality doesnt sound that great after all
Merwin Nikad Oct 2018
Sunflower hearts
Only a field apart
Connected by the roots
Mine go back to the icy north
Yours the aromatic city of love
Each flower before us a step closer
A day forward
Until our leaves meet
And our loves tangle
Sunflower hearts
Rose petal eyes
Thorned veins
A million tries
A thousand goodbyes
Just as many hellos
And enough to have us
Someday we'll grow
In our very own garden
Our fields endless
Our expressions will never harden
We will drink from bountiful sunlight
And sip on drunkening moonlight
We will feast on rich soil
And never know toil
Forever with you
Our love's tangled
And now our roots
A poem for my love, my rose, my beautiful flower
Merwin Nikad Oct 2018
Its been a day
One of those gray
Boring
Days
A day where the rest
Doesnt feel needed
And the taste in your mouth
Of misery and doubt
Doesnt leave
Its been one of those days
Where every word you write
Every word you hear
Every word you read
Is just mush
Gray soggy mush
And everything that you love
Is faded
Unenjoyable
Boring
Its been one of those days
Where want and need
Are one in the same
And the lack of everything
Drills in your skull
Pounding
Knocking away
Reminding you of your prison
Of how you're trapped
Until the next day
Or the next
Its like you're always looking forward
To the next big thing in your life
But sometimes you stop
And lay down
And the whole world turns gray
And theres nothing you can do
So you wait
Until the next big moment
Then you do it all over again
Merwin Nikad Oct 2018
Little witch boy
Dancing near the fire
Your golden hair
Couldnt shine any brighter

Little witch boy
Playing in the west sea
You watch the tide pools
Magic only you can see

Little witch boy
Walking through the trees
The spells you cast
Let you hear the leaves

Little witch boy
Raised by a coven
Your heart is warm
Like a *** belly oven

Little witch boy
Now you've grown
And your magic is strong
You know what you own

Little witch boy
What will you do
Lead your life
Or let darkness come for you
Being raised by a seaside coven gives you an interesting attitude towards life
Merwin Nikad Oct 2018
I am drenched
Soaked to the bone
Even though I am inside
And my clothes are dry
I can still feel the cold

Seeping into me
Weighing me down
I push and push
But I am pulled back

This watery illness
A beautiful friend
Turned abusive and frigid
I loved you

I would watch you
Change the world around you
You are dark and cloudy
You smell of home

Why do you hurt me now?
When I have praised you
And loved you
Given you so many words

I wish you cared
And gave me comfort
Like you always have
Instead you chill me to my bones

I miss you
And when you're gone
I'll miss you
But for now
I will watch you from afar
Waiting for you to come back to me
Rain comes and goes, as easily as the wind and with it, time to think and reflect on the clouds that have passed you by
Merwin Nikad Oct 2018
To live another day
In remembrance of my past
There is pain in these words
I miss the moments
Of nervous limbs
And questioning thoughts

I wish to relive
That nostalgia
Fire mear by
And you were just a little high
With that moment
I felt happy

Now I am far away
The south of the north
And you are where I was
Before we met
I could only ask
To relive that moment

Curious eyes
Starry skies
Nervous limbs
Fire nearby
And questioning thoughts
For a friend i havent seen in a while and that i miss dearly
Merwin Nikad Oct 2018
Raw
It is raw
White hot and blind
Dark cold and deaf
Impossible to grasp
Barely a rasp
So easily it comes
As gently as it goes

It is refined
Deep warm and soft
Shallow cool and solid
So gently we hold
These tender souls
Deep in our chest
Volatile they rest

It is decayed
Withered temperate and knowing
Light fragile and old
How vibrant they were
Bursting with life
A fruitless feat
No one will know if they ever keep
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