#afterthought
~though nameless, she knows for whom the poem tolls~
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my dear one,
raving is freeing,
unabashed admiration,
enfilling us with overflowing contentment
when one reads a poem
they love, of love, of life.
that enthralls,
bringing tears
both salty & sweet,
a rave is a unquieted overflowing compliment
from a different vein, a special duct,
reserved for special purpose,
so I ask what shall I call you,
nameless, faceless, one,
in order to rave?
❤️
———-
an afterthought
———-
God Just Came Near
A Poem by Hafiz
—-
“No one
in need of love
Can sit with my verse for
An hour
And then walk away without carrying
Golden tools,
And feeling that God just came near."{
7d ago
May 27, 2026 at 6:18 AM UTC
The moment you stared at me
it scared the living hell out of me
because you were slowly memorizing
the chipped nails on my fingers
the creases on my forehead
the crevices on my lips
the blemishes on my skin
the scars on my wrists
the curves of my waist
the bruises on my knuckles
and the dull gloss on my eyes
and with the way you looked at me
I'm sure you were slowly etching
every bit of me into your mind
making me into just a memory
that soon will be tucked away
even though that's the last place
where I would want to stay
Jan 12
Jan 12, 2026 at 1:24 AM UTC
Enjoy the mocking tick after tock from the clock as the hands race monotony just to land on a preoccupied spot, no over shot
Reality not taught, reason is a subplot, lost in translation was the caveat, what's the grand plan for this life span time forgot
Avoiding deaths cousin, the sandman, only shortened the journey to the grand finale at the bottom of a grave plot, a hateful fate fought
Thought I ought not move to avoid falling through the bottom of all rock bottoms due to the dry rot, a quicksand sandbox in back of Salems lot
Rescue or recovery a long shot, no one within earshot but there's an onslaught of inner dialogue piercing the void like the scream of a red hot teapot
As is common with the distraught I sought help from the cold embrace of a slipknot that grew taut through the progression of this thrown together plot of a should've been cancelled pilot
Don't ask me what I see in this blind study of an inkblot, any sanity you got would crumble if caught up in the web of nightmare fuel my own mind went ahead and brought
Forced to boycott my being, can't connect good story lines, lost a dot, popped a squat in a thousand watt recliner like a pre-programmed self destruct robot
Self-preservation an afterthought, miles out to sea before I realized I've not yet bought a yacht, treading water in a tough spot
Messed around and got so high I got caught in the sky like a drifting astronaut lost in space, tethered to a dead cosmonaut
A crackpot juggernaut of supreme disappointment, walk the walk and take a potshot at a what not to do mascot
Cross my i's and dot t's with the underutilized comic sans faunt that don't nobody want, awoken by the taunt of a witching hour haunt
"Fuuck the record and fuuck the people!" like you heard from Snot, you'll probably be hearing it from me a lot
Before I become a forget-me-not long forgot but go or stay, either way, still dangerous as a traveling blood clot
The good fight was not fought, this life was not sought, everyone seems to have it together, I'm the biggest have not on the block
Do with that what you will, I'm going on a long walk down a short dock with a giant rock in each sock
Then the plan is to mock god to his face and see the shock on his face as I say I could do better and see if I get the morning stars spot
I mean, why not? It's worth a shot
©2023
May 10, 2023
May 10, 2023 at 6:45 PM UTC
I'm angry with you
I am sure you don't care
If these words were spoken I'd be wasting my air
My feelings not even an afterthought in your brain
You are too selfish to consider my pain
Mar 23, 2022
Mar 23, 2022 at 6:31 AM UTC
midnight diamonds, winds in the south, sun traveled southbound,
you see, you lingered in some subtle guises when you’re mine, yet you’re gone.
the stars stud my heavens, hot and flickering, the wind embraces me - these spark some painful thoughts i never told anybody. these remind me that somewhere out there i too reappear in your mind for a while, and this is when i beg the most:
for you never to forget my gentle feelings, and my timid cold fingers.
i know at best i could be only your afterthought, my dear, and i am learning to live with this, i am learning to live with this fact that you’re letting me slip away.
you’re with me ‘till this ends, ‘till i have transcended the agony of naive wonderfulness. and i can live with your ghost, these ruins of relics. you’re with me, my sweetheart, ‘till i’m mended and be brave enough to open up to a new soul.
Feb 20, 2021
Feb 20, 2021 at 2:56 PM UTC
A perplexed hand reaches out
and a trembling fingertip reaches the ****
It circles the burgundy, round grip
with faltering determination
to push the hazel door forward.
Nov 22, 2020
Nov 22, 2020 at 2:36 AM UTC
I remember once, long ago
When you were my entire world
You sent me a text at 2.a.m
The time of the lonely, loving and lustful
I thought it was because,
you were thinking about me.
But it’s taken years
For me to realize
You were never lonely, loving or lustful
Not for me anyway
But because I was an afterthought
I will always be your afterthought
Jul 24, 2019
Jul 24, 2019 at 2:13 AM UTC
Today I visited the town we first met
It felt strange and persuasively calming,
I mean i wanna say i feel happy by the familiarity of the overall (seeing the landmarks, those tiny colored waterfalls near the mall back when i was a kid, my not so favorite school, all those aligned streets in slick rythem that led me home every time I thought I lost track) but see it surprisingly hurts because all I could think about when the sun hits my eyes is how i can blindly remember the way to your front lawn as if it was mine.
It hurts because I know i can drag my feet to your home in this right very second, I could find you in a pitch black evening by the way your feet strikes the earth, and I’d catch up to you and I’d tell you about how I’ve been since you blocked me from your contact list and how i now prefer iced coffee over hot drinks and how i no longer drink orange juice because it causes me heartburn and my well to live curls up in fragile shells and under my finger nails like small rice i hate it because I’m my own wide awake walking ******* menace.
and I miss you.
The thought of you missing a year worth of new findings and updates makes me linger on meals, and under cold showers; because all i wanna do is tell you how it turns out I’m allergic to hair dye, and henna, and pretty much any outsider element that touches my skin for more than thirteen minutes in total.
How I like my new short burnet hair, and that my sister had her first babygirl which makes feel old and I still don’t know if I love it or hate it yet.
and that I grew found of black coffee, and
how badly i want to adopt a cat as if my life depends on it.
And I AM Angry.
I’m ****** off because I wanna ask you how you doing, and how your life away from me been treating your codependency, has it mend you well,
Has my broken glass of memory still hunts your comfort zone.
i want to let you know I still like my Oreos and cereal with cold milk, and I like the way music hold me right back from the end edge of living every night after two thirty in the morning. and how much i hate how the moon is plain still, and is not as everlasting and it makes me teary eyes for a quarter of a second, and the weather treats my mental health,
I’m ****** because I feel prisoner in my own bone cells and mind frame, and body image and people’s ******* expectations.
I render my mind games into hoping some kinda nature element manipulate you to text me back or persuade you enough to withdraw
Baby, if I’m still in a place to call you that, if i told you I’m at our favorite place in town would you meet me half way?
because I am really sick of being an afterthought.
Jul 6, 2019
Jul 6, 2019 at 6:47 AM UTC
There are flowers springing from my bones
in places they were never planted
fracture my skull and call it apathy
I say pain is a better road than dying alone;
can't you see the way my vision is blurred,
squinted too long at the sun now I think I've done damage
burned holes in my corneas before the age of 21, but those are just
surface things, right?
the road feels a lot longer when the cold air hits all my soft spots, like my neck so I cover it up
pooling all my efforts into growing thicker blood that will keep my skin warm
;keep kissing bruises on my arms, thinking that love will heal each new halfhearted attempt at self-sabotage
or manage the leftover evidence;
did somebody forget their brakelights on?
I'm trying to figure out how to get these needles out of my head
rocket science, learning to reverse detonate what might be left
in my system
system check, leaving sticky residue
behind me in my heavy concave tracks
softly trailing back
gotta learn to do it right the first time before I backtrack
my ears ringing like a sound clap;
bringing up old war wounds like we've lost gives us some sense of entitlement
things we don't want to lack,
leave the last stack
where I can mull over the aftermath
digging graves for those who are still alive,
burn my skin tonight
burn it right off my bones so I'll know I'm alive
still kicking like the second round
the afterthought that realizes what went down the first time
don't let me out of the house tonight,
god knows what I might find.
Nov 10, 2018
Nov 10, 2018 at 11:40 PM UTC
You trust so easily, Fragile Heart
When you know it's when you let them in
That they break you, and tear you apart.
You believe everything you want to hear
Fill yourself up with empty hope
That's recycled out as salty tears.
You tie yourself to the ground with scars
Like a balloon secured on a windy day
So they remind you of who you are.
"I'm not going to be staying here."
You wanted so bad to fly away
But Love, just know, you're not going anywhere.
Sep 18, 2018
Sep 18, 2018 at 8:40 AM UTC
I am an afterthought
A second hand emotion
A distant memory that is just out of reach and leaves you vacant
I am the second lover who can never live up to the the first
A lukewarm cup of coffee that you'll drink but never enjoy
I am chipped in the major places of my heart
But you keep coming back to see if you can fix me
Yet neither of us enjoy my anguish
Jun 9, 2018
Jun 9, 2018 at 2:59 PM UTC
Yeah, I agree with you,
So why you got to yell?
Yeah, I said your right,
What else can I do?
You just wanna fight!
Oh whatever, what the hell?
Did you just say we're through?
That's fine I'll walk that line!
No, plz believe I can walk,
Yeah, there's no reason to
reasonably talk,
Here's your ring,
Your castle is all your's my king!
Now halfway to the road,
You take me into hold?
Hold up, this is enough!
I'm tired of this ****
Tomorrow you'll apologize & say it was because you were lit!
Happens every time, getting tired
of this same rhyme,
Go ahead & just **** me this time,
Keep choking me until I'm past passed out!
Do what you're always bragging about!
Great just what I thought,
I'm still going to wake up,
like the morning afterthought!
Apr 23, 2018
Apr 23, 2018 at 8:20 AM UTC
There's a gap between what
I fear and what I think
to fear; there's a night, sure,
between those tiny things
Because to fear is to live,
as the leaf
in the burning forest
still breathing, fearing
not the death, but leaving the living
I do not fear the death
I just fear the night falling over
my sholder, my head; my integrity
what it means being me
I fear those things I'm not certain of
(as the rest of living things I think)
But scarier is to know
that we truely do not know
the certainty of all
the things we say we know
And of all those nocturnal dreads
there are a few that keep me awake
waiting for an answer that will never come
as the lost remembrance of an ancient love
as the farther forefather of a forgotten folk
as the man watching through my window
in a windy storm passing by the city
There's a lot of dreads at the midnight
that keep me awake thinking
about things that I should not
but I think all the condamned
are bound to write about nightmares
and imaginariums that does not belong to us
but yet, they're ours to transform
And maybe one day the dreads will go
far away from our city, as the storm
maybe one day we will burn as the leaf
and then we will stop fearing
what we do not really know
Apr 13, 2018
Apr 13, 2018 at 2:19 AM UTC
shuffling papers together into a pile,
you look like you’ve run a mile.
in such a hurry of what you’re looking for
that you forget what you’re pushing ashore.
papers strewn across the table
gathered in a fit of labor;
you’re in a hurry to chase the next high
but are you really? or are you really just chasing flies?
i am the paper that slips out of your grip.
i am the paper that hangs off the tip.
the floor beckons my fall,
the drop becomes a call.
a call for help, yet a call ignored
as you left me on the side as though i am nothing more.
(maybe its because i mention death like a prayer.)
i am the paper that idles by.
i am the paper that was hung out to dry.
you’ve purposely left me behind.
you’ve shoved me aside blind.
i trusted in you therefore i am blind.
when you confided in me, i was kind.
(maybe you were hurt by my actions.)
i am the paper sitting silently.
i am the paper binging on anxiety.
pick me up again and i’d be useful.
use me again although it may be cruel.
i don’t like the feeling of being abandoned.
it makes me feel like i’m a loose cannon.
(maybe your dead stares makes me ill.)
i am the paper that flew with the wind
i am the paper you seem to have skimmed
i am an afterthought, i think to myself a lot.
i am being overlooked like a blind spot.
i am forgotten just as easily.
you’ve gotten rid of me, finally!
(maybe i should scratch until i bleed today.)
i am the paper that is facing down.
i am the paper that is close to breaking down.
i wear a mask that is always cracking.
because i am done pretending.
pretending that everything is okay.
pretending that i am sane when i’m being put on display.
(maybe i should be punished for thinking this way.)
i am the paper that flew into the mud.
i am the paper that is drenched in my own blood.
i am weak but i am not.
i am strong but i think not.
i am tired but i am trying.
i am trying but i am dying.
(maybe my death will prove that i am right.)
i am an afterthought that is being forgotten
and i know its a lot for you
but if you ever think me rotten,
tell me now because i am not willing to be the paper
that was made out of spun cotton:
valuable until deemed unimportant,
helpful until easily forgotten.
(maybe I can finally sleep tonight.)
i am an afterthought that is being forgotten
and i know its a lot for you
but its a lot for me too.
Mar 4, 2018
Mar 4, 2018 at 9:07 AM UTC
Without you I'm content with life
All you did was brandish a knife
And named it love, but the hilt was made of self-deception
That you'd go for like an interception
Just like you'd intercept my feelings
With playing the victim and all your dealings
With the demons you swore to never be
We'll see who you become when you can't leech off me
Sep 26, 2017
Sep 26, 2017 at 8:39 PM UTC
Your name tastes sour
in my mouth,
I should be breathing you in,
but I want to spit you out,
cause I'm just an afterthought,
an occasional roundabout.
You surround me
but never close enough,
we keep arguing in circles
and I've had too much
Sick of nursing
this brick in my chest,
wonder why I haven't left yet,
sick of feeding
the doubts in my head,
I think you'll be my next regret.
You let snowflakes
fall on my tongue,
am I supposed to
think that's sweet,
when your love is built
on nothing concrete
and you seem to be
a one end street?
You seem to be one for the road,
but you still haunt my sleep
and so while I toss
and turn for you,
your mind is devoid of me.
Jul 25, 2017
Jul 25, 2017 at 8:25 PM UTC
In short: you're a protist.
©Copyright 2014 Written and Edited by Racquel Davis
Jul 31, 2014
Jul 31, 2014 at 4:25 PM UTC
Now, I lay me down to sleep
In this dark, dreary December
If you awake and I am gone
What would you remember?
The way I laugh at little jokes
or how I drink my tea
The way I do the little things
Would you remember me?
If I had passed on in the night
would you think of how I looked
at ball games and at puppy dogs
and of all the things I cooked
My scent, would things remind you
of how I sometimes smelled
would you think of things I ******* up
and of all the times I yelled
If you awoke one morning
and found I'm not to be
what would you remember?
would you remember me?
If things did happen backwards
and I woke and you weren't there
I'd miss the way you smiled
The perfume of your hair
the ways your eyes did twinkle
when you had a special thought
of doing something naughty
of somewhow being caught
I'd remember things about you
of glances in the night
of how we worked together
of how we fit just right
I know that I'd remember
these things and more, you'd see
but I know, that I'd remember
But would you remember me?
May 3, 2012
May 3, 2012 at 7:35 PM UTC
To be an afterthought, manifested as a shrug then BOOM forgot.
Well, forgotten.
Forgotten about when you wanted to do something more worth doing, or maybe worth talkin' about.
The pain shot through the heart, and left an open would in my chest, but writhing here felt like a place I could finally rest.
If I was worth remembering, worth the top spot at the front of your brain, maybe then I'd be worth your attention, like the homeless when it rains.
I just didn't want to be an afterthought, because now that all there was to think is thought you're the only thought that's left, and I hate thinking you've forgotten me as I come to my last breath.
Aug 20, 2015
Aug 20, 2015 at 1:08 AM UTC
She was an afterthought,
Like salad,on the side
Like a footnote to a long letter,
Like curry leaves to gravy,
Like the dregs at the bottom of a cup of tea,
Like the second man on the moon,
She was an afterthought,
Always a step behind,
Always a second choice,
Never sought after or valued,
Neither loved nor cherished,
Like a faded old photograph,
Like an out of tune guitar gathering dust in the attic,
She was an afterthought,
Quickly replaced,easily forgotten and never remembered
Sep 29, 2012
Sep 29, 2012 at 8:28 AM UTC
Days become smaller as nights take over.
You move faster as you go further, away with the sun.
No more warmer as the tension grows stronger.
The air is colder, the breaths are shorter.
Time moves slower.
Your grip gets tighter, as I start to waver.
And everything I've bled for never even mattered.
With you, it's just a sliver, filled with hope, as it grows weaker.
The heart, it withers, and here we are, lost in whatever.
Whatever this is, you keep me here, where I don't even want to be near.
Let me go, I don't want to be lost in you, already consumed by the truth.
Hesitation follows, as you stay leaving me hollow.
There's no light coming through, and I'm losing sight of myself when it should have been you.
So please, stop stringing me along, when all you're doing making the rights wrong.
Nothing gets better; because of you, forever never comes closer.
Oct 6, 2014
Oct 6, 2014 at 1:56 PM UTC
I am queen of afterthoughts,
rarely of fore.
Especially not in matters of hearts.
I am dry heaving sighs,
with leaden guilt
and what ifs.
**** them.
**** me.
Jul 23, 2014
Jul 23, 2014 at 11:14 PM UTC