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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.
White Owl Apr 6
I only dream of reaching you,
Here grounded on this patch of Earth.
Yet all the same, I'm richly blessed
To see your beams of silver-blue,
And sights of all the landscape dressed
In brilliance that gives Night its worth.
What are the dark hours without you?
June '24
You haven’t sung this song for some time
The pain returns tears well up in your eyes
You’re writhing like twisting, turning, treetops in a storm
No comfort coming your way
Just endless waves of torn
You’ve got no time for this but time is all you have left
The disease is torturing you to Death
You give it nothing but it takes it all your breath
Your insanity wrecks havoc on you Day and Night
Your lovely soul keeps you in the fight
Don’t let a pirate in the night steal you blind
You’ve everything and nothing to lose
Dark machinations it has for you
Gray glowing moon
No more Silver Spoon
Twisting turning room for you
The Demon returns until Balance you earn
Steady your rudder
Hands upon the wheel
Find your center and Victory you shall steal
kim Apr 4
Small hairs sprinkle his hand
His touch is wet and uncomfortable
He smells of musk and ash
He's nervous

I try to contain myself from leaving
My minds fall back to you
It's like I'm sick
I gag on his smell

It's not one I know
Not one I want to taste

I hate you
Yet I come back
To your memory
Your sound

Is reminisced in my ears
You thwack and bang
Against my heart
Begging to be let out

I throw up on my words
They're like metal
Swishing and swallowing
My desire to let go

I end my meeting.
Leaving to my unwashed sheets
They outline the disgusting yearning
Of my body

A flash of light illuminates my face
Your picture
Your long hair.. and hairless arms..
I turn it off.

I have a date tomorrow.
I wrote this poem because although I'm now in a relationship. A happy one at that, I find myself reminiscing on things I shouldn't. There's always a pang of guilt that comes with such memories. Anyway, sorry for all the word *****. Let me hear your thoughts. And have a good day :)
Debbie Apr 4
There are no beautiful surfaces without a terrible depth" - Nietzsche

I contemplate, but I'm startled and seduced.
By the bone white gargantuan moon.
In it's sedating silence,
it sweetly loomed.  
Over the dark lapping waters.
In attempt to calm my silent tortures.  
Clouds, the steam
of day driven dreams.
Mingle with the moon's
brightest beams.
The shallow tide boasts  
a turquoise ghostly glow.
To display the corals of  
haunted thoughts lodged below.  
Never fear the terror of your deep.
Submerged beneath is where
the wisdom sleeps.
inthewater Apr 9
i've watched you die one thousand times
in one hundred different ways

still, i can't decide which is worse
what my mind creates at night,
or, what we found that day

this reoccurring theme of mine,
all that i've catastrophized,
comes out at night to play

sometimes, my mind
makes me watch you die -

a masochistic gift for me

sometimes, it's that i know you'll die
and i can't warn of what i see

once i dreamt you faked your death
to prove our lack of care
you didn't even tell your best friend, Steve
he was just as confused and unaware
"i knew it! you guys don't love me"
you screamed, as i stood there

my mind still fights the guilt i have
but it rears its ugly head

i woke up on my 25th birthday
crying, from the torments of my bed

the dreams that make me pause the most
are where you live
but you're not you

you're angry, and hurt, and you're like a child
and you won't calm down to speak to me
and i don't know what to do

but i know why i have that dream
it's my soul's decline of guilt

because if that's what we saved you for
our lives couldn't have been rebuilt

my mind wanders to that night
staring down the stairs

it's my mind and it pleads with me:
it's better we weren't there
some of the dreams i've had since my dad's death in 2021
Debbie Apr 2
Her bronze foggy haunted light
was the splendor of a winter night.
Seen through a black lace of branches.
ornamented with the corpse's of berries.
Stirred my heart with the dark side of merry.
The sky was in a utero of magic
behind it's bedazzled dilated moon.
Fetal snowflakes will be born
in the infant hours, of a dead cold dawn.
Come silent storm,
I already am your willing pawn.
I feel nothing,
And it's not scary.
I feel my body
But not my heart.

There's nothing
Weighing on me.
The burden's light.
No thoughts race by.

I ignore my mind.
I zone out to find
My sanity's back.
It's all I have.
Lance Remir Apr 2
What were you thinking about
The night before?

Did you hold me as we slept
To memorized the touch?

Did you look at me
To remember my features?

When you said goodnight
Was that a prelude to goodbye?

Was the night before
The last time you loved me?

What were you thinking about
As you kissed me goodnight?

Was that kiss
The last we'd ever shared?

Were you thinking about
Our final night together?

Did you feel my heartbeat
Felt it whole before breaking it?

The night before
Were you mine?

The night before
Did you wish it was different?

Did you look at the clock
To count the last hours of us?

Did you feel asleep
Still thinking of me?

What were you thinking of
The night before?

What were you thinking of
Before you whispered "no more"?

Did you wait all night
For the sight of dawn?

Did you dream instead
That it would never end?

What were you thinking of
As you saw my resting eyes?

What were you thinking of
As you cried for the last time?

The night before
You said goodbye
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