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Xyna 2d
After sun’s rest
Your face gone from the halls
It takes one
For a face to be marked on the walls

It rained the day before
And the hour after
And yet it keeps pouring
To make the other’s rise with laughter

Natures marks your end
With a new beginning
As the clouds shine sun
Even as it continues raining
Still grieving our fallen classmate :(
Xyna 3d
Oh Romeo
To cast yourself onto death
Leave us wondering
Where was your Juliet?

Your smile gone
Now only still in photographs
Tell me young one
Why no Juliet?

Every life is different
Each one from the next
Ah I see now
It was never because of Juliet

Now as the sun lays it’s brow
And the sky gives it’s grieving with falling tears
You’ll never be forgotten
And remain forever as our lonely Romeo
Written in memory of a classmate. I didn’t know him well recently, but we once walked the same sidewalk home from daycare. It rained hard an hour after he passed. This poem is how I process loss.
Xyna Oct 2024
The darkness consumes
something I’m not used to
I always have a nightlight
but tonight the storm has taken it away

Maybe the storm listened to me
maybe tonight is the night
maybe my story will come to a close
maybe everything will be taken away

Perhaps the dark is hiding an invisible gas
something to calmly get rid of us all
maybe a load of carbon dioxide
to suffocate me

There once was a dream of mine
where we all got along
it was the end of the world
and the moon was going to crash

We took something
I don’t know what it was
but each of us went
one by one

I was the last
by some sheer coincidence
and I watched the crash
before I was let go

We were reborn
into something happy
But i was the only one remembering
and maybe that was funny

A death like this
was maybe what I needed
to finally understand
the way it feels

I’m sure my parents would be fine with it
they hate me anyways
all it would take
is a little bit of feeling

Maybe I’m already dead
and this is all a hallucination
but I doubt so
It couldn’t be this easy

So I’ll just wait
until I finally snap
and then death will come
finally, at last
Xyna Oct 2024
The tears fall
The blade cuts
Blood drips
as sobs escape

For everything you say
marks another hit to my face
Injuries by my own hand
in hopes you’ll be sent away

Maybe if they think
you’ve been hurting me
I’ll finally get peace
and be set free

Only the stars shine so bright
but maybe one day so will I
To join those lost once more
and find a place to call home
Xyna Oct 2024
I watch your face,
tears fall to the white tile floor.
The dim light of the bathroom
offers no refuge from their ears
As they listen in.
I have no words, so I give a hug.
Affection is the thing I yearn for,
yet I’m the one giving it out.
Later, I worry about you—
if you were to vanish like so many others before you.

If it was you that faded,
I would succumb to a similar fate,
this time by my own hand.
I’d pilfer their prescriptions,
searching for a way to dull your absence.
Or maybe I’ll take my car without my learner’s permit
and speed down the highway,
drinking as much ***** as my young body can handle.
You know I will only drink the fruity ones.
I’ll seek a tree or a parked truck
to end my aching heart.

And in hell, we will reunite.
You will be surprised for sure,
and I will grab you close,
if only to hold you again,
as the fires of sin burn around us,
and the Bibles are never wrong
in where we were going.
But together, we will find our peace.
I cannot live without you,
no matter how surreal it feels
to have a history written in different chapters.
I am strong,
I will protect you with my words
and never let you be alone again.

— The End —