Zoromir: Poems

May 2019 · 163

Option

Zoromir May 2019

Option

I am an option
A possibility with which he could hold
But he wavers, uncertain

You’re not scared at all,
you’re just scared to fall

Aug 2018 · 140

Commitment

Zoromir Aug 2018

Commitment

He said he could not do commitment
I wish I could be that exception
Curious to know what would unfold
Curious to know what it would feel
just to be held by you
just to be wanted by you and only you
But alas,
I am wiser to know
that this temporary would only break me in the end

Jan 2016 · 320

two once more

Zoromir Jan 2016

two once more

How I long to be
once more
the girl
with blonde curly hair
and be dancing bare
in the rain,
with the only care I give...
being none at all.

Jan 2016 · 242

Ten word story

Zoromir Jan 2016

Ten word story

my
heart
broke
in two
when
you said
"I do"

I just realised this sounds like something to do with marriage but it isn't anything to do with that, just to clarify.

Jan 2016 · 302

''''''

Zoromir Jan 2016

''''''

I could feel a surge of tears
rippling through my eyes
and if anyone dared to try to speak to me
or look at me too closely
or try to hug me
or even touch me gently on the arm or hand
the tears would all spill out,
blinding me
and I'd cry for a week

Jan 2016 · 210

youth

Zoromir Jan 2016

youth

We don't know where we stand
But we think we know what we stand for.
And we know what we want,
we just don't know how to describe it.

Jan 2016 · 261

Promise

Zoromir Jan 2016

Promise

I can't promise
that I won't let you down.
And I,
can't promise you
that I will be the only one around
when your hope falls down.
But we're both young,
amidst the windy fields
of this war-torn world.
Our stories,
yet untold
and when darkness has robbed us of all our sight,
we shall eventually find light
just hold onto what you believe in.

Jan 2016 · 182

Untitled

Zoromir Jan 2016

Untitled

This land means less and less
to me,
without you breathing through
it's trees.

I don't know, I have had this floating around in my head for awhile. Needs developing

Jan 2016 · 628

Eight word story

Zoromir Jan 2016

Eight word story

I wonder
if
you wonder
about
me
too

#him

Jan 2016 · 169

Untitled

Zoromir Jan 2016

Untitled

I ache for love I can never have
and for hands I have never held

Jan 2016 · 257

Thoughts: late at night

Zoromir Jan 2016

Thoughts: late at night

You don't love your body
but your body loves you
after all this time
it looks after to you.
it fights and wages war against
the conflicts of your mind
telling you to die.
you're still living
heart, still beating
still breathing
always fighting.
you say to yourself
"I don't want to go on"
"I can't go on any further"
but your body says no.
your heart is still beating
and your body is still working
underneath all this
is not someone who has given up
you still have a fight within you
your body hasn't given up
and neither should you.

Jan 2016 · 427

Late night thoughts: frustration

Zoromir Jan 2016

Late night thoughts: frustration

I hate these thoughts
that stick in my head
that come out at night
why I try go to bed
*******.
I want to sleep.

Jan 2016 · 411

That night in December

Zoromir Jan 2016

That night in December

I met you there with a nervous smile
and left knowing you'd be here awhile.
You were different to anyone I've ever known,
used to have a tendency to drink alone
but something about you,changed me somehow.
You gave me your best and I gave you my worst
Why let me in to just get hurt?

But moments stay,
when people leave
and I still remember

Late nights and buses
Running and laughing
'Till I would starting crying,
you were so drunk out your mind

But moments stay,
when people leave
and I still remember

Dancing in the kitchen in the refrigerator light
and sitting on the roof late at night
seeing all the world from above

Kissing and fighting
Running and laughing
I loved last December
Don't think I don't remember

Moments stay,
when people leave
and I still remember,
that night in December.

Not sure about this one but meh

#spilt #inkinkspiltlovenostalgic

Jan 2016 · 209

~

Zoromir Jan 2016

~

My eyes are lagoons
All you can see is ripples
though storms rage inside.

I have no idea. Had this floating around in my head so I felt the need to write it down....

Jan 2016 · 1.2k

Letters and late night thoughts

Zoromir Jan 2016

Letters and late night thoughts

I keep all your letters
in a metal tin
in my bedside table draw.
I wonder if you kept mine,
all those letters,songs and sketches...
and I wonder if you ever go over them
or if I ever even pass through your thoughts.

Thoughts,

#night #ink #late #thoughtsthoughtsspilt

Jan 2016 · 227

Mid Summer

Zoromir Jan 2016

Mid Summer

There's a song that makes me thing of you,
whenever it is played.
We sat in your Dad's car and drove with the windows down.
That evening summer sun ,
flickering through the trees.
I paused for a moment, to savour it.
A moment where, minds totally free
-like the breeze in our hair.
You looked over at me and we laughed for a while
And then we stopped in a field and watched the sun go down
and heard the skylarks sing
and saw the starlings dance in the darkening sky.
we didn't say a word outside,
contented with your presence and the beauty surrounding us...
I thought this is what happiness feels like,
being next to you.
and I wonder if you savoured that moment too.

just random thoughts meh looking back on stuff

Jan 2016 · 184

Words

Zoromir Jan 2016

Words

I wrote you a letter,
because in words
I can say it better.
I wish I could better articulate this feeling
in speech, instead of just thinking
so I wrote you a letter
alas now,
I'm feeling much better.

Rhyme scheme is very ****** but yhhhhhhhh :))))

Jan 2016 · 336

Good-Bye (once more)

Zoromir Jan 2016

Good-Bye (once more)

The glass fogged up
We wrote messages on the glass
hammering the window as you drove past
but you didn't see us.
You didn't stop to wave.
I grabbed onto your arm, tugging like a child
"I don't want you to go!"
with you gone, this house is so much colder,
my room is so much darker.
and when I say I miss you,
I really, really,really do.

Nov 2015 · 304

The Sea

Zoromir Nov 2015

The Sea

remember as a child, you'd go to the beach
smothered in suncream that smelt of peach
running off before it was all rubbed in
don't care about sunburn, just means a pink chin.
scratchy grains clinging to your arms and your feet
entirely complacent, the weather is sweet
ahead is the sea, so excitingly cold
who cares about taxes or growing old.
in the sea the grains float away
my skin is free, the sand astray
the sea is so enticing and blue
oh how its favours,
to remind me of you

Nov 2015 · 496

words

Zoromir Nov 2015

words

Neither sea on rock
Nor rain on tree
Speak words as sweet
As yours to me.

:-)

Nov 2015 · 229

Untitled

Zoromir Nov 2015

Untitled

If their eyes ever falter as you walk into a room, walk away. You may not believe it, but you deserve to be reflected in their irises.

2. If you’re sitting in your bed with their voice echoing in your head, using your sheets to wipe your nose, and can think of sixteen reasons to go and one to stay, you should go. You will find someone better for you, I promise.

3. If you go into it hoping you can get them to smoke less **** or stop saying ‘****’ so **** much, don’t go further. Old habits die hard, if at all; make sure you can live with their quirks.

4. If they hold their glass of ***** closer than your waist, let them go. You do not deserve to come in second to their vices.

5. If they pinch your love handles and tell you your curls look better straightened, leave. The way you were created deserves to be adored.

6. Know you are worth millions of atoms, of stardust and spiraling staircases of double helixes, and do not accept anything less than love.

Nov 2015 · 292

Roof to gardens

Zoromir Nov 2015

Roof to gardens

It is the hardest to wake up
in shambles.
Your day is a mixture
of soft memories
and crushing nostalgia.
Do you remember?
The rooftop with
gardens and gazebos
and warmth for us to grow?
I forgot how close
it always was,
how wrong it all feels
because nothing grows there
anymore.

Nov 2015 · 244

17

Zoromir Nov 2015

17

I wonder,
when I’m 70,
what I’ll think of the boy,
who broke my heart at 17

Nov 2015 · 567

40-love

Zoromir Nov 2015

40-love

Middle               aged
couple.               playing
ten                       nis
when                   The
game                  ends
and                     they
go                         home
the                     net
Will                     Still
be                         be
tween                   them

poem about a failing marriage, how cheerful

Nov 2015 · 225

Sorry

Zoromir Nov 2015

Sorry

Words I cannot bring into,
to even describe emotion,
the stricken grief
and rawness-
oh what could I have done to save you?
I wish
I wish I was there to stop you.
I wish I was there to hold your hand,
I'm sorry,
I'm sorry.
I want you to be here.

Nov 2015 · 204

Remus

Zoromir Nov 2015

Remus

Today was the the day,
I was given the news
"a body has been found"
"a body has been found"
at the base of the cliff.
First you're missing,
Now you're gone.
Why?
O why?
-But if only you could see,
how many people tried to find you
and how we all care.
If only you knew
If only you knew
Alas, it's too late

:( poem dedicated to Remus, who went missing for three days with no reason why and was later found today, his body found at the base of a cliff. This poem is dedicated to him, I just wish he knew how much everyone loves him, truly and unconditionally love him. Such a shock.

Oct 2015 · 308

Teenage girl cliche

Zoromir Oct 2015

Teenage girl cliche

Oh such teenage girl cliche
But I hate my body,
it's always been that way.
Thighs too fat,
legs too short,
nose too big.
Suppose I start to accept myself,
then some stupid boy,
tears me down.
All I want is acceptance,
and to look pretty **** hot.

Oct 2015 · 214

Ghost

Zoromir Oct 2015

Ghost

Oh how strange it is,
to remember how close we once were
I sometimes see things,
that make me think of you
But I must remember,
you're not there,
anymore.
My world collapsed when yours did.
But,
I'll still see things,
that remind me of you,
and still think of you,
And I text you when I do.
But I must remember,
you're no longer there,
to answer,
on the other end.

(I miss you, I miss you, I miss you.)
(I love you, I love you, I love you.)
(Always, always, always.)

Oct 2015 · 167

Failing faith

Zoromir Oct 2015

Failing faith

Is there something I'm not seeing?
Something,
you're not telling me?
See,
I've been having trouble kneeling.
I don't know what to believe.

Oct 2015 · 165

Unknown

Zoromir Oct 2015

Unknown

Oh I don't know
I just don't know!
Which way to turn.
Which way to face.
Which way to kneel.
I'm lost,
so very, very lost

Oct 2015 · 248

Late night thoughts

Zoromir Oct 2015

Late night thoughts

When I was seven
I wanted to be eight
And when I was nine
I wanted to be eleven
Then,
after that
I just wanted to be eighteen.
All this time wishing I was older
But now I am older,
I just want to be younger
And view the world from a more foggier lens,
once more.
Not know to question
oh all these decisions!
In desperation,
I search to no clear avail.
I just want more time,
but I feel time is growing faster than I

Jul 2015 · 425

home town

Zoromir Jul 2015

home town

Grey clouds wrapped around the town like elastic
and cars stood like toys made of Taiwanese plastic.
Puddles splashed huddles of bus stop crows
All dressed in their suits and their boots,
they all look the same.

Pigeons pecked drains and sparks flew like planes
The rain showed the rainbows in the oil stains

Then the evening pulled the moon out of its packet,
stars shone like buttons on an old man's jacket

4am

Well I'm sick of this town!
This blind man's forage!
They take your dreams down and stick them in storage
and you can have them back someday,
when you've paid off your mortgage and loans.

May 2015 · 359

I can't remember

Zoromir May 2015

I can't remember

As we sat in your car,
the darkness engulfing the world around us,
With nothing but the sound of a passing car
drifting on by.
I wasn't listening.
Occupied with the thought of my unflattering profile
I can't remember what you said,
or when you first held my hand.
At 2.15 am.

May 2014 · 214

Untitled

Zoromir May 2014

Untitled

Do not compare pain.
Even though the strokes on your canvas
may look bigger than other strokes,
they are all drawn by,
the
same
weak
hands.

Mar 2014 · 713

Blind man given sight

Zoromir Mar 2014

Blind man given sight

I see the grey on their faces
I see the clouds on their heads
I see the tears traces
and their broken hearts

I see the wind
I see the grass
and this world I had imagined
was much better in the past
before my sight was made transparent

But,
I see the light
I see the dimples and freckles on her chin
I see her eyes
I see her skin,
To know that she is real.

I was in town and an old man started talking to me, I said I was doing about textures for my art project and he began talking about himself. He was born blind and grew up blind without being able to see. He met his wife when he was 8 years old and they married when they were 20. All through their lives together he couldn't see until he was given laser eye surgery to improve his sight and he was telling me that when he could first see he was really disappointed because the world he thought was beautiful was really depressing and people were sad. It was driving him mad. But then one sunny spring day when the light poured in from the French shutter windows-his wife standing in the door way he realised how blessed he was of being given sight and being able to see the real beauty of her and know she's an actual person without having to touch around to know she's there. And that her presence-the sight of her comforted him. I thought that was beautiful..

Feb 2014 · 758

Vivid feelings

Zoromir Feb 2014

Vivid feelings

I might be numb 
to the world,
 but I feel you  so vividly

Feb 2014 · 285

Untitled

Zoromir Feb 2014

Untitled

I started sleeping ,
Without my nightlight ,
When my greatest fear ,
Became a feeling.
 Rather than a being.

Feb 2014 · 273

Untitled

Zoromir Feb 2014

Untitled

Hazel eyes found her green, 
his sighs full of promises  and dreams.
that they’d share

Jan 2014 · 515

Forget

Zoromir Jan 2014

Forget

I have been told to  forget you.
 Oh, as if it were  so stupidly simple.
 I can’t make a movement 
or a noise,
or have a  thought
without you  appearing.
 How do you forget  somebody?
How do you forget  somebody,
when  your lips are stitched  together with the  letters that spell  out their name?

Jan 2014 · 207

Untitled

Zoromir Jan 2014

Untitled

I've been touched by love  far too many times,
now I just want  to be held by it.

Jan 2014 · 5.0k

Energy

Zoromir Jan 2014

Energy

There is a light bulb where my heart used to be,
but you were the careless type.
You knew how much energy could be wasted when you left a room with the light on,
so you did.

Jan 2014 · 713

Notice

Zoromir Jan 2014

Notice

Some days I find you clustered  in the corners of my bathroom mirror
 and sometimes I find you in the lines  of my own hands,
like you’ve  been sitting there for centuries, 
waiting for me to notice you
and I'm noticing you. 
I' m noticing you all the time. 
But the thing you don’t understand  is
that I'm trying to stop noticing you .
But trying to stop noticing you,
is  like trying to stop noticing  that the ocean is blue
or that  all the oxygen in my veins  left when you did.

Jan 2014 · 205

Untitled

Zoromir Jan 2014

Untitled

All that glitters is not gold
I stayed up to watch you go
I feel so much better now you’re not around
There’s no one to kick me while I’m down
No one to burn my bridges anymore
After all,
Rain is what makes the flowers grow

Spot the Les Miserables lyric

Jan 2014 · 462

we were

Zoromir Jan 2014

we were

I’ll tell you what we were.  
We were sparks  just after the light died ,
when all of the excitement  in the night faded  and only ash and burn marks were left.  
We were the quiet expectation  in between the roaring thunder.  
We were the puddle  but never the rain.  
We were always  what could have been,
 except sometimes,
 we were.

Jan 2014 · 195

Untitled

Zoromir Jan 2014

Untitled

Keep your friends by your shoulder,
save your lovers in your heart.

Put your enemies behind your back
that's where they always are

Jan 2014 · 1.3k

18 candles

Zoromir Jan 2014

18 candles

We used to make friends so easily
never judging anyone is what's it's meant to be
our parents were heroes in our eyes
TV and magazines soon changed our minds

As we grow older
we grow not wiser
but full more of hate

told to love
and told not to love ourselves

You never thought it was going to come so soon
although you knew this was always fate
as you blow your eighteen candles
the smoke drifts but your childhood drifts further

I kind of based this poem around the thought I feel like I am growing up too quickly and the fact as a young child I always thought being an 'adult' was really far off. I still feel like I have a lot of growing up to do.

Jan 2014 · 250

Untitled

Zoromir Jan 2014

Untitled

we love -
for we bleed oils
from the same palette

Jan 2014 · 230

Untitled

Zoromir Jan 2014

Untitled

we love -
for we bleed oils
from the same palette