mel: Poems

Mar 20 · 809

mel Mar 20

oh to be the envelope that holds your letters,
your letters that will,

eventually,

*******,

u
n
d
o
n
e.

broken,
ripped at the seams,
soon to be disgarded.

inspired by the book I finished today: Letters to Milena by Franz Kafka

#love #heartbreak #tragic #death

Dec 2022 · 337

The Season of The White Reaper

mel Dec 2022

The Season of The White Reaper

The harsh greys of smog hang over the bleak,
slush filled,
pavements.

While the days,
dully,
slither past my window.

The wintertide is punishing.

#sad

Dec 2022 · 313

Hello, Old Friend

mel Dec 2022

Hello, Old Friend

I've found that I am unable to breathe through my fountain pen lately.

I've found that the words don't effortlessly flow through my fingertips like they used to.

I no longer seek knowledge through my compact pocket dictionary.

Nevertheless,
I long to write.

#vulnerability

May 2022 · 1.3k

at a loss for my own being

mel May 2022

at a loss for my own being

Often I find the days never-changing,
Doomed to repeat themselves.

I, Inescapable,
Like a moth to the dim blue glow of fluorescence.

To escape is one thing,
But, to watch friend and foe revel in their ignorance is another.

Like a feline sees the world through a sheet of glass,
I may be doomed to the same.

I feel as if I am mute

#sad #meta #feeling #outsider #mental #health #lost #frozen #lonely

Aug 2020 · 130

Unlikely Lovers

mel Aug 2020

Unlikely Lovers

Fallen from the heavens like Lucifer,
and sunken to the path where the heavens meet hell..

Two unlikely lovers meet.

We were meant to collide

Jun 2020 · 238

Although I Trudge

mel Jun 2020

Although I Trudge

Although I trudge only in my youth,
And as time bounds to its seasons of Black,
Father regards to me as if still swaddled in blanket,
Pacifier in hand,
Though I have grown with the willows that tower Mother’s mind.

Whilst, I may falter,
And not display equivalent par
Countered to the scholars neighboring,
Flame, nonetheless, expands in the depths of my soul.

For, albeit, I may seem young,
And many, even those who have failed to exchange a word,
See myself as a willing delinquent,
I still stand with the willows
Seeking everlasting satisfaction.

I found an old poem that I never got around to posting

#growth #youth #child #dependent

Jun 2020 · 174

Brain Rot (1-22-18)

mel Jun 2020

Brain Rot (1-22-18)

Complex thoughts,
Turn into neglect.

I call this Brain Rot.

Brain Rot is the effect that society has on you,
forcing you to fit into a world full of fault.
Forcing your complexities to be unknown,
And taking form into our own identities,
Leaving us with no recognition.

So
Do we truly even exist in this twisted world?

Notes from my icloud

#brainwashed

Jun 2020 · 166

bathing in the moonlight pt. 2

mel Jun 2020

bathing in the moonlight pt. 2

I strip myself of these tattered clothes,
And seek refuge in you.

Breathing out this aged agony,
For in your breath I am anew.

I refuse to rot with the moon,
For, I've met the sun.

He introduced me to my imperfections,
and the beauty held within them.

So, instead of rotting,
I flourish.

It will never be over soon,
For, I am eternal when I'm with you.

Raw Growth

#growth #love #nature #beauty

Oct 2018 · 199

The deepest silence

mel Oct 2018

The deepest silence

I am hopelessly in love,
With a soundless song,
Collapsing into itself,
One beat,
After the next.

A sound reserved,
For the damaged homes.

A vibration,
Made from the distant troubled.

A static,
That only the heartsick lovers,
Can apprehend.

Sep 2018 · 174

counting black sheep

mel Sep 2018

counting black sheep

1.
weary children,
drawing breaths of doubt,
second,
by second.

2.
neglected by blood,
rejected by society.

3.
collaborate in hopes,
of self peace.

Aug 2018 · 189

bbq

mel Aug 2018

bbq

i still yearn for you,

even though i burn,

every time we touch.

but that’s ok,

you like pork and steak anyways.

Aug 2018 · 166

prey

mel Aug 2018

prey

What if you were a species,
That was born,
For the sole purpose of being consumed by a higher power.

Some of us,
Were born to be consumed by the rays of light,
Shining through the cracked windows of our broken homes.

I, however, take flight like a moth,
I was born,
For the sole purpose to be consumed by the rain,

& by the blanket of the night.

I was born to be consumed whole,
Come nightfall,
By the wave of thoughts that flood my head.

Aug 2018 · 165

corrupt

mel Aug 2018

corrupt

What makes us human,
Is features made from the small minded.

For we are limited by society’s restraints,
Against the free minded.

I once read,
A riddled story,

About a man who was rich in worldly objects,
And a man who was rich in contentment,

Cherishing every moment,
The world breathed.

Who is more rich?

The man who trampled on the vulnerable,
Or the man who collected pennies off of the sidewalks,

So he could mend the trampled.

Aug 2018 · 254

Tainted Love

mel Aug 2018

*******

He held the gun up to her forehead, and told her to sing for him for the last time,
With trembling hands, and her voice shaking with fear she sang.

'You are my addiction,
You are my love.
You are the poison,
That fills my lungs,'

He collapsed on the ground beneath him, as he held on to one last fleeting thought.

You are my addiction,
You are my love.
You are the poison,
That fills my lungs.

Then he grabbed her hand, that held the promise of their lives together. Then he sang.

'You were the poison
inhale
That filled my lungs.'
exhale

Then, without hesitation, he pulled the trigger.

Jun 2018 · 264

Naked

mel Jun 2018

Naked

Neglected souls,
Fearing not death,
But life itself.
Chained to our torment,
And known to most as menaces.

Forcing our pain on the innocent.

Maybe, just, maybe,
We don’t have to be misunderstood.

But alas, our fate is solitude leading to our deaths.

For, we are the people who make you lock your doors,
And fear for your lives.

We are criminals.

Jun 2018 · 237

Combustion

mel Jun 2018

Combustion

It was on top of me like a force begging to be reckoned with.

It crushed into me, bleeding into me, as I bled into it.

Red, so bold against the black & white of this world.

Was this my fault?
My doom.

I was dead.
She was dead.

But then she clawed her way up from the dead,
Seeping our of my skin, with every breath taken.

The heat was suffocating.

Jun 2018 · 210

Lament

mel Jun 2018

Lament

Sunken lovers,
Trapped in the bottom of their glasses,
Put their bottoms up,
For the fragments of themselves that they’ve lost under these bottles.

Sometimes I wonder if I’m a murderer,
Am I the one who lead them to their deaths.

For after my life was pried from my torn hands,
They drowned themselves in whiskey bottles and tears.

Jun 2018 · 192

The Death Ballad

mel Jun 2018

The Death Ballad

Fragmented thoughts,
m u t i l a t e d     b r a i n
Torn hands,
n u m b
A sympathetic glare,
g l a z e d   e y e s
Muted lips,
s e m i p e r m a n e n t l y
A centipede of bones,
s p i n a l   c h o r d
A flicker between life and death.
i n   h e r   e y e s

Jun 2018 · 202

Hollow

mel Jun 2018

Hollow

G u t t e d    w o r d s
Hang in the air,
Filling my lungs,
With the weight of despair.

Dragging me to the edge;
Of my mentality.
Tainted by bile,
Existing, gripping the ledge.

Staring
D
O
  W
   N
Into the deep, immense void.
Leaning over,
D
R
  O
   P
    P
    I
      N
       G
my crown.

Jun 2018 · 425

bathing in the moonlight

mel Jun 2018

bathing in the moonlight

I strip myself of these tattered clothes,

And dig my feet into the earth below.

Breathing out my hidden identity,

For in this breath, I can be free.

At a young age,

To the moon I would plea,

To undo these shackles chained to this alternate reality.

Save my soul,
And bury me with the moon.

It will all be over soon.

Jun 2018 · 197

Buried Innocence

mel Jun 2018

Buried Innocence

Carved with careless fingers,
Traced by a toddler,

Occupying its mind with crayons.

A raw thought came to mind,

Carve the skull with colored variety,
Condoned silence.

Then, oh, how the colors swam.

Jun 2018 · 230

Acrimony

mel Jun 2018

Acrimony

Tears of violent embers crawled down the face of acrimony,
Left with only a painful reminder.

Then everything set ablaze,
Fear of rememberence begged through the eyes.

It was like that for hours.

That stare gnawing through my, once, beautiful bones,
I watched acrimony die,
And I witnessed it’s last breath burn with the flames.

Until I was left holding my own carcass.

Jun 2018 · 155

Strawberry

mel Jun 2018

Strawberry

Clouded Abyss,
Endless thoughts.

Tears of honey,
My mind in knots.

Jun 2018 · 166

Hindrance

mel Jun 2018

Hindrance

There you were,
Lingering with my bones,
Waiting for my return.

The sun burned pink,
And delayed my mind.

But then there you were, waiting,
With the key to escape fastened around your neck,
And my heart clenched in your cold dead grasp,
Out of my own reach.

I’m lost.

And there you were, my love,
5 feet away,
Yet I can’t reach you,
For you were never mine.

— The End —