The hesitation that you felt on your lips
You dream to live a lie
Lay your hands on my cold and fragile bottle;
hold the cork and twist me-
don’t stop until you hear me pop;
set my spirit free and I go astray-
into your soul so weary;
close your eyes, smell the earth in me-
herbs, tobaccos, vanillas, trees-
savor the aroma of heavens;
now pour me down in the empty glass-
of love and affection;
touch me with your lonely tongue;
indulge my warmth-
wrapping your delicate heart;
you lose control.
Winter is near
Still this menace
is driving me insane
What can we do
But stick to the rules .
Never felt so alone
Even in a zoom call.
Not interacting with group friends
It seems like my life is at a dead end.
When will we all be able to smile
With family again.
Is it going to be the norm
Monday mornings are boring now
Nothing to do except frown .
Lie in bed and simply drown .
Every day is another day
another day of the same old news
If I could be a bird
I'd be a kingfisher
And fly to the other side of the world .
I hide in the crack between the rocks
I 'd only come out to sling my hook.
My inability to stop my self, it is showing
It is a compulsive disorder, nothing can stop me now
I cannot control my self, I've tried million times
Resisting this urge, it is increasingly difficult
Mind won't listen, and hands don't too
I've searched your name in every space of internet
Learn new things is an accomplishment,
Look through the same old, to understand you
I am obsessed, I admit
Find me cure of this addiction now
I cannot go on like this forever, or can I?
Let me know.
for how others treat you
this you can control
that you can not
If you really love someone, you have to let them be with the one they truly love the most.
If you can’t let them go, then do you insist on controlling their life forever?
Do you want to traumatize and haunt their life so you’ll never leave them alone, even in their dreams?
Do you think you’re proper, fit enough to be their companion?
How do you think they will act towards you after what you’ve done?
In the end, can you really love if you only show affections behind a wall or pain?
There is no love that can be shown, if it is held against by its will to abide only by your bidding.
I can rewrite this poem
as many times as I want.
that’s the reason I do this.
the reason I sit up at night,
scribbling down sentences
that may never reach anyone’s ears,
stringing together words
that may never inspire anyone,
forming poems that may
never actually matter.
that’s the reality of it.
one day, these poems
aren’t going to be remembered.
maybe they aren’t even
maybe when they
reach my readers,
they go in one ear
and straight out the other.
but here, on paper,
I can erase what happened.
here, I can change the story.
here, I am in control.
I can rewrite this poem
as many times as I want,
but I will never be able
to rewrite the past.
I hate when the my thoughts go there
And I sit and stare
I hate when I get tempted to do that
And I do and regret
I hate when I do not feel content
As I haven't lived a sad life.
I hate when I do not know what I resent
But that feeling controls my life
I hate to see that I am not what I wanted to be
Truth under my breath
But nobody can hear the words.
I’m thinking out loud, what’s keeping me alive?
What’s keeping my mind occupied on Mars,
Fickle friends and fast cars?
I’m too nervous to
Stand in the room, waiting for the world to swoon.
I don’t see none of my regrets
And I don’t need anybody’s help.
A puppet on the string,
I don’t need any more regrets.
And I don’t see anybody’s help.
But I don’t see anybody else.
Just mute me.
Like skin stretching across sallow bones
Pulled tight and taut and throwing stones,
A glass house shatters so you build one of bricks.
Stack them high and keep them fixed.
- Anisah Mariah