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Jeremy Betts Mar 16
Hey you there

It's not just me in here
Oh how I wish you could hear the coconspirator
Or see in a single tear how loud the fear of fear truly can be
And how I'm so rarely allowed to steer

I AM a dark passenger, MY dark passenger
A near prison like constricting atmosphere with no breathing apparatus gear
Life can be so impossibly cavalier
Death is always closer than it should ever appear, regardless of the mirror

In my story I have the glory of a lone fourth musketeer
With a crowded asylum between each ear
So many questions but not a single agreed upon answer will appear
And I've yet to meet this so called infallible puppeteer

Though the hierarchy is clear, it passes through an auctioneer
"Punish thee if thy finds I should ever veer from thy holy 'engineer'"
Hell, they can stay put like a headlight frozen deer
I'd rather be allowed to be the one to disappear

I did not ask to be here

©2025
No soul paid witness,
To the burst of light,
At the beginning of time.

No soul saw the magic,
As it grew, forming the light,
Forming the dark.

No soul heard the heavenly spirits call,
From the risers of the stars,
Down to earth to raise the first dawn.

So all we have is faith,
A lone tie to what we failed to see.
Whether or not there was magic or God, there was something amazing, and that is what faith holds on to.
Saman Badam Feb 16
Here, hear, and come on, children, I will say,
And sing the tale of unsaid and unseen,
In every bargain, stuck behind the day,
Of every story sung at victor's knee.

And speak for pale and ancient orb in sky,
That saw the lancing wounds of earth and sea,
By spewing molten insides up and high,
And raising tides to cliffs in liquid plea.

Of golden-headed queen, her barred so love,
And thousands burned for her—a city lost.
The cold and distant orb in questions dove:
Was fire lit long before they Trojan sought?

And saw a hundred thousand secrets more,
Of many wars beginning inside dark
And sordid rooms, and far from butchered swore,
How humble starts have turned to greater larks.

Of many choices made, both seen, unseen,
And stories told to praise the hero 'lone.
How many peasants, left to rot, there been?
To learn: it's not the pivot, but chain-linked.

Oh, watcher! Why, O why, will you not act?
To drown them in your mighty fury tides,
In oceans lost, be never found intact—
Begin the final dusk by equine ride.

But it was never going to war for us,
And asks: were choices made, not choices still?
However wrong, did they not define us?
And why, to rescue us from our own will?

A never thinning drop of ink in lake,
The enemy consumes us till the end,
Like serpent biting down on its own tail,
In heinous, horrid way we ourselves rend.

The first of moment used to make a breath,
The breath then twisted into breeze so light,
The breeze a gale and gale a squall to hitch,
And gently strangle ourselves out in fight.

A blade, a musket, tools changing through out,
The hand that wields them remains ever fool,
The river’s course was always seaside meant,
Forever running towards our own doom.

The moon so watches from its perch so high,
As again we are led on same old path,
By mighty, wicked bargains sworn in lies—
Of erased truths, in hands of victor's wrath.
Jenish Dec 2024
I am the witness, the eternal witness, of the universe where stars are born and raised in effulgence, where vast empty spaces teem with celestial bodies, where the planet of life spins, a marvel of intelligence amidst the cosmic expanse. I stand at the intersection of past, present, and future, bound by names and actions, yet ever watching. I am the same witness who beholds the eternal drama of birth and death, both a spectator and a participant in this endless cycle.

In this timeless sea,
Me the sole chosen seer—
visions come and fade.
Haibun
I S A A C Oct 2024
its not like i didnt try
i killed myself everytime, suicide
still alone with i, pedal pedal my bike
i continue the cycle, self sacrifice
its not like i didnt try

i signal the change
i witness the seasons
the transition of the leaves
the disappearance of oasis
i signal the change
i witness the reasons
the outline of your treason
the disappearance of peace
i know too much
Yeah
Jeremy Betts May 2024
During one of my falls I must have accidentally gave a rain dance performance
A permanent grey cloud overhead, only mine, quite a thing to witness
It's a hindrance, I can't rid it from my existence, I'm not in the fix-it business
Would the hyperbolic y'all know the opposite to reverse this by chance?
I know what you'll be witness to looks bad from a distance at first glance
I understand, I've stood right there too, in that same cautionary stance
And why lie?
Persistence only dug my hole deeper, shoveling in a trance
I'm just a living, breathing being needing guidance and patience
And it's it to much to ask for an actual two sided romance?
But we can work on that last...

©2024
Jeremy Betts Apr 2024
Given a hand to go hand in hand in the park
Only allowed to be enjoyed in the dark
And as I curse the idea of an always present silver lining
I notice it to be easier to witness the splendor of our spark

©2025
Jeremy Betts Apr 2024
I don't know how I can write all this
Know all this
With a pinpoint, laser focus
Tuned so far into,
Most every issue,
I come out the other side of existence
To get a look at if from every angle,
This ain't checkers, this is chess
From biggest
To littlest
Catalyst,
To coroner visits
Call every witness
There's an obvious will,
To one day still,
Find a bottom to this
Accountability,
Twords the top of the list
While I skirt a bit of responsibility,
Let's be honest
But can't fold any of it into my healing process
So after all this,
And after being told it would absolutely aid in the progress,
I'm still a mess
Can't make it make sense

©2024
Ophelia Jul 2023
sacrificing values and views
the uncomfortable space left behind

tight air leaving weak lungs
folding limbs like paper

eyes that saw too much
frozen as the witness

anything to quiet the noise
anything to cover the bruises

and the trauma begins again
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