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Does a jest...
Exist in all things?
Apparently God, has never to seek a lesson
At what exception is, of worthier sittings

A city of liberty
Taken to mercy, for a judgment
Of a noble wish, a confirmation to serious
Futures in low, if not love with life's reasons

Rage with me...
Sour notice oft a tender misery
With which; we have sight's anarchy
Run for the worldly stone, of promise in history...

Eyes that did...
Eat a nosey dream, for speed
Chasing the shadowy mouth, of privilege in biding
The time of a God, that does refute a tear's heed...

Need of a colossal seem
To these we awaken the real, with problem's
That saved now, with normalcy to deem
The world of an angel to make him, their whim
the world has a sneeze so deep, that some think the weight of it, already has.,..
We ended
And
You brought
The period
With you
It left a trail
Of words
I write
To you
As poetry
Now
They're never complete
Without it
This poem is unending
A misery
The one that left no trace of ending
RT Naintial Sep 20
I painted your greyest skies my warmest colours,
i planted flowers over your dead soil,
i sat in pit of misery as my experience shouldn't be bestowed upon you,
i pleaded as a solider to its king to stop the war,
to stop the war within you
and when the roles were reversed you left me out to stink in my agony, dreaded with misery
When questioned, you looked at me
It was the first i saw your soulless eyes,
and maybe i shouldn't had hesitated with your knife over my throat,
I should've melted over your knife and let blood drip your face,
If it drips would it be sinful? Or a scar?
maybe i should've let myself rot away as my soul would've been free,
if it weren't for me
would you have survived?
You, who held this misery once was too shaken to see if it weren't for me.
We are two worlds colliding and dying.
Shawls of dead child meat
Wielded like salami
His person excited
In deadness and army

Big long ****** **** just speared through a child’s cot....

There’s nothing to say...
In lullaby trauma
They dance like boulders
An avalanche of gracelessness
Bob their own children on their shoulders

The dust the poor breathe in reluctantly
That this systematic, cinematic dentistry leaves...

... chokes to the core
An ocean of innocence strives to be pure
But the big bulldozer bullies
Won’t stop dealing this misery
And moving around dead pieces in their glee

You see... this is it. No discussion, no big debate– no “it’s ****...”                                          
- the truth - no words could ever account for this.
Self Aug 3
I pushed you away when you got too near,
told you to leave, though I wished you’d stay here.
You asked if I’m fine
I swore I was okay,
but my silence begged you not to walk away.
I made a scene of my sadness and pain,
lit the match, left you holding the flame.
Said you meant nothing, just to confuse
when truthfully, you were everything that I was scared to lose.
I ruined the good so I wouldn’t feel small,
dragged you down just to soften my fall.
You didn’t deserve what I turned out to be
I guess they were right when they said, misery loves company.
Tsuki no ume Jul 25
W-ounded she was scarred ,she still feels the pain
O-h the pain she couldnt bear one that drove her insane
U-nderestimating the damage,Now she weeps for her bane
N-ever had she imagined ,the sorrows that would stain
D-istorting images that would strain
S-ucked her brain made her sane
T-he sounds torment,twisting her veins
H-arsh realities those which never wane
A-nd even still ,she cries in vain
T-he past still whispers like a weeping swain
N-ever object ,never complain
E-teched and carved but she couldnt explain
V-ulnerable wound ;forever remains
E-nraged her soul which drenched in  rains
R-avens flew;she stared them through ;the window's pane
H-earing the echoes,forgotten arcanes
E-agerness betrayed her she was never fain
A-che still lingers so she drugged herself *******
L-unacy drove her mad and now she was dead and lain
A-nger burnt her alive but she still couldnt complain
M--adness made her demonic and now she wears her chains
I'-ntricated with restrictions she holds herself abstain
S-eculuded in her solace a fear she still contains
E-mpathy she had lost, one she never had to gain
R-efrained the sentiments inside just so she would retain
Y-et she still sobs; behind that old chayne
T-he anguish she lives with while being still and plain
H-ear this message dear i beseech and constrain
A-gony strips and rips her but the clearity she maintains
T-he porcelien smile ;one for which she trains
N-ot letting it show; the misery she obtains
E-legance she tries to mask; beyond her domains
V-engeance bleeds inside ;mascarred and slain
E-rupts from her bones until it sprains
R-an and ran forever; and now she holds her cane
E-nd her pain forever let her rest and lain
N-ested in some peace a peace that she disdains
D-ie and demise she sings with the cranes
S-epulchural wounds and agonies For always would be her deign
                   _tsuki no ume~
#*Acrostic:
"Wounds that never heal"
"A Misery that never ends"
#*Monorhyme
Jan Reest Jul 23
I work the rigging and draw the sails
on a life that rarely catches wind.
Blisters on my hands,
splinters in my soul—
I navigate uncharted waters
to reach a land unknown.

I gnaw on hardtack;
it feeds but never fills.
Each night I look into the deep,
unafraid it might pull me in.
Cannonball strapped to my leg,
should I ever let it.
Carry me anywhere
but this wretched boat.

The sea is life.
Life is unruly.
Of all the battles I’ve fought,
none as unwinnable
as you.

I retreat to my quarters,
seeking rest.
Dawn tosses silver on my soul,
jolting me awake.
The Truth Be told
there is No
Mystery,
in the sight of the
fact of dealing with
Misery,
It comes and
goes as it please,
Trying to become
your company,
Just tell it
to take a hike,
hit the door,
go away and just flee,
I will not be stressing,
and you can't
have of hold in me,
Why don't you go bug,
sadness, and anxiety!!!
If you so please!!!!


B.R.
DATE: 7/20/2025
White Owl Jun 17
A heavy mist, a cruel, indifferent cloud
That chases off the tranquil air of peace
And chokes the sun of joy in darkened shroud.
A sickly heart summons this vapor swell
If suffering from a crack or missing piece,
By aching wounds confined to its own Hell.
Such misery I know extremely well.
June '25

The second of three
Darvin Ray Jun 11
Oh misery,
oh my,
oh my—

Why do you
follow me around?

In my soul,
in my hair,
I see you everywhere.

Each day
feels like a slog
when I know you’re around.

Oh misery,
oh my,
oh my.
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