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Let me help you
tie your shoes
Let me help you untie your noose  
Each fabric feels tragic
Let me help you
tie your shoes  
Can I show you
How not to drown
How not to rott in the ground
I have no life so I could be involved in yours.
Zywa May 11
If no one comforts,

do it yourself: Munchausen --


demonstrated how.
Text "De vele gedaanten van troost" ("The many guises of consolation"), contribution by Renate Dorrestein to the catalogue of the exhibition "Troost, overleving en bezwering" ("Consolation, survival and spell", 2014, Maja van Hall and Roesja Trimbos), included in her collection "Dagelijks werk - Een schrijversleven" ("Daily work - A writer's life", 2018)

Collection "Old sore"
Zywa May 11
There's always comfort,

whatever sorrow you have:


there's mashed potatoes!
Novel "Heartburn" (1983, Nora Ephron)

Collection "Within the walls"
Joss Lennox Apr 11
This morning, out my windowsill
was a vibrant cardinal resting tranquil and still,
sitting on a limb with solace and halcyon calm,
singing a soothingly mellifluous song,
all of a sudden, emotions flooded upon me,
a nostalgic moment, from when I was young,
years upon years ago,
my grandmothers making breakfast,
my grandfather, reading the paper across from me,
in good health, laughing,
we're both content as can be,
there, just for a moment, we're together again
every time I see a cardinal now, I think of him
my own warm, sweet memories
from a simpler time, now intertwined
My grandparents were a big part in helping raise me. My grandfather, who was like a father to me, loved cardinals and would always point them out to me. After he passed, I began to see so many cardinals, which comforted me through the pain of losing him. Now every time I see a cardinal, I think of him, his warmth, his laugh and I remember how much I miss him, but also how nice it is to know he's still around, sending me cardinals.
darkifytun Apr 7
Oh to be my your side
It feels unmatched
My hand onto yours
I couldn’t ask for more

Walking along the streets
Stuck together like glue
The fluorescent lights
Shines you so bright

Long into conversations
Short on time
It pulls you away from me
Like a beast in its prime

Enfolded by you on the bench
The breeze comes in without, warning
I feel your light pats on my back
Similar to a consolation of a baby, whining.

City lights all around
You tried to steal a glance
You failed as I looked back
We make eye contact
I admired your nuances

The night grows in prominence
I wrap my hand tightly
Around your arm
This night
Stays like this
Perpetually
Never momentarily
8 hours of hangout out
8 hours that felt like milliseconds flew by
After 8 hours, the one second after our parting felt indefinite.
Cursed to only have 8 hours with him, and nothing longer.
Zywa Mar 18
He asks if I can

cry nicely, the comforting --


will be better then.
Novel "Schimmenrijk" ("Realm of shades", 1999, Rosita Steenbeek), chapter 11

Collection "Em Brace"
Amaris Marie Nov 2024
Endless, dense forest,
The sun sears against my back.
Will I ever make it out?
I’ve been here before,
Yet I’ve never found the route.

I am near to break,
But not close enough to escape,
To leave this cursed thicket.
Though I loathe this place,
I am safe—
At peace within its picket.
Disha chatterjee Oct 2024
Melody?
Isn't it the one you often hum?
Shyly but to be known.
Now you are asking for lyrics?
Cherry lips, silky hair, brown eyes,
enough to make your heart smile.
And tune?
Oh love, Isn't it like the sand dune?
Approaching sea waves that caress you.
Here comes the final song.
Don't be so clueless love,
because it was you all along.
My very first poem. Hope you'll like my small try.
Had I embroidered a heavenly handkerchief
enwrought with hisibcus, like your blushing lips, and clean beau brown, like your eyes
laced with exquisite patterns the universe devised,
made of the finest threads of vicuña and baby cashmere
I'd collect your tears like blue diamonds so dear
and keep it in my surest vault where nobody knows
because they are the rarest gems on earth
but I only have my words and this beating heart
so I've weaved them so gently like that handkerchief
and written this lyrical enjambment
for your consolation
Sudzedrebel May 2023
The premise of amounting to nothing,
Can be comforting.
If you think you are capable enough
To affect real change.
And if you are, and
Do not, you are no
Man. And if
None of us act,
We are all ******.
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