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Louisa Coller Mar 2018
Stares are made towards fame,
but how many hearts are crushed?

Singly taken one by one,
until I am one of them.
I started my own little poetry book where I try to write a poem everyday or at least try to on most days. This is the second one I wrote.
Vyiirt'aan Nov 2017
Tempo grave, sempre sospirando

An inner nocturne
When I am writing my own opus
The ink stains carress my hand
Crossed out lines, struck down

I am my own symphony
The sad tones of E flat minor
Paint the walls of this chamber a naive black
It creases the sheet music that I play

The resonating chamber within its thorny grasp
Keep my hands from playing
As the melancholic tones
Play their song on their own


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The piano plays
I         yet
  have
     to
       compose


The piano GLEAMS
Something


The piano SINGS
that    keeps    me


||: The piano LINGERS
From             choking
         myself


The piano SUFFERS
In an             eternal
         embrace

The   p i a n o   SCREAMS :||
The   p i a n o   CHOKES
The   p i a n o   DIES
the
      p i a n o

Of              needles
and             thorns

D.S. Al fine, senza repetizione
[re-up cause something went wrong apparently]
Something I just had vent. Don't worry
Khairil M Jan 2016
Ignore me, i'm just nobody,
I'm just someone who thinks he's paid all his dues enough,
so he can refute...

"Trust no..one but yourself"
Everyone says that but i know it's a bad idea..

It's not my place to say,
it's not my place at all,
And though my words they fade,
I'm certain my will will crawl..

But this is the closest i've been..to myself

Promise me, that you'll lie to me,
'Cause everything happens in reverse
And it would all be okay...

Crying? oh now you're crying..
You pick the best fucken time to cry,
oh yeah, you fucken did..

It's not my place to say,
it's not my place at all,
And though my words they fade,
I'm certain my will will crawl..

But this is the closest i've been..to myself

I don't want to be lonely,
I just wanna be alone.
This is really a song.
I can link you to it if you want.
shooshu Jan 2016
"photographs
of high fever.
unlocked films
of diamond-set
insignificance
this negative
of existence,
spitting static
in sweat soaked
dark rooms."
|| shoo.shu ||
Luke Wilson Feb 2015
It coats my tongue in apathy,
After the feeling I get from knowing it's irrelevance.
BabeRuth Jan 2015
Sitting beside each other
singing tales of our misfortune
wondering what life's chef
would cook up
a new disaster to be
served piping hot
with a side of irrelevance
that only one
who has eaten knows
its bitter taste
Matthew Harlovic Oct 2014
Whether we're  positive or negative
opposites attract despite their irrelevance

© Matthew Harlovic
K Balachandran Oct 2014
Her mind is a thicket, never once pruned,
her heart is in turmoil, weeping blood
she puts on thick makeup, artfully smiles
her mirror image laments,"Are you relevant?"

— The End —