#bereaved
Happy mothers day to me,
Hours leading up too misery.
Throat closing,
Heart's broken.
Trying to make plans,
Sitting with my head in my hands.
Thinking of what i could of had,
Seeing other mum's makes me sad.
Happy mothers day to me,
Only if i could see you again,
I would make sure the day never ends.
listening out for you to whisper mum,
Why is my body letting me feel,
This can't be real.
Happy mothers day to me,
The day to remember,
We once were together.
One cord ,
Connected a rare bond,
Cut for a chance of growth....
Mummy then needed to let go.
What you need to know is there are no tiny toes,
No finger painted card for mum.
No one to wake me screaming mum,
Just whats left in boxes around me.
Alone looking for signs,
I must be going out of my mind.
Mothers day is around the corner,
Scared,
Sick,
I don't want to fight for my life.
Laugh say we are the same,
Or share how our kids are at the same stage.
Sorry to rain on they're day,
But my baby's far away.
But i know we share the same day,
Heaven has mothers day too.
Mar 14
Mar 14, 2026 at 4:22 PM UTC
Low density,
not mostly empty
but empty nonetheless.
No definite edge
—strange for a world obsessed
with curves and edges.
We are but clustered atoms,
modest specks of particles;
we are free-thinking atoms,
and well-aware that we are.
My world began, and like everybody else,
I was in one piece;
a piece made up of clustered atoms
—free-thinking.
My craving sight,
longing to be fed;
longing to digest
an uncharted world in my mind,
not mostly empty.
The swaying room
On the wall, sunflowers are drawn
flailing under the withering sun,
waltzing with the strolling breeze,
beautiful, I thought
perfect, I thought.
It was a time when I cannot see atoms for what they are;
not mostly empty;
not mosiaced,
but in one piece.
That day we weren’t just atoms;
we were sent off to the swaying room;
we were wailing seals when our folks left
us at the care of our teachers.
A kid who sat across the table pointed his finger at my face and opened his mouth and out came the three words, ‘You are ugly.’
‘No, I’m not.’
Yes you are and so is everyone in your family.
I smiled and the more he teased me.
Ugly! Ugly! Ugly!
Lost my innocence when I was five;
no longer a ****** from the cruelty of
this world of clustered atoms.
Exit the womb at your peril,
lest, endowed with consciousness;
should have been told;
should have erred on the side of innocence
tucked under a placenta.
So began a world like everybody else;
low density,
not mostly empty
but empty nonetheless.
A world obsessed with curves and edges;
with shapes and sizes;
with colors and advantages.
Dragons are real; this much I know.
My mom used to tell me to ignore them.
As if on cue,
as soon as the school bells rang
their tongues loll out of their mouths to utter the word ‘ugly.’
The bells a stimuli
for their rabid mind.
Even at night they were cicadas in my mind’s
lawn,
chirping cutting words,
a cause of insomnia.
We were walls,
vandalized by juvenile,
nay primitive free-thinking.
Our pain covered in graffiti.
For so long we were made to believe,
the defects,
the blemishes,
the scars,
made us ugly,
all along it was their eyes.
Words have stimulated casualties
those whose souls leaped out to limbo;
souls who bought the idea that suicide
will make the torment cease;
maybe it did; maybe not,
what of the bereaved?
Words can be the longest noose.
For fear of seeing something unmeant
we set visitation hours
when we come to check ourselves in the mirror.
We wander;
we wonder,
as we navigate our way out of this labyrinth;
out of this house of distorted reflections,
we have the mistaken impression
that our images are warped,
in truth we are warped by the impressions
of us.
Sometimes we have to squint,
to view ourselves from a vantage
point where we can be beautiful;
where we don’t feel awful;
where we don’t have to take pills;
where we don’t have to dawdle eating waffles in the morning to avoid the hurt;
to avoid the prescription bottles.
People often find ways to medicate the hurt,
but not the hurtful.
Low density,
not mostly empty
but empty nonetheless.
No definite edge
how can these atoms relate words of hate?
A face cannot wear beauty,
only those who make this world a beautiful place for everyone deserves to be called beautiful.
Perhaps atoms feel better
seeing other atoms collapse.
Sep 13, 2024
Sep 13, 2024 at 9:56 PM UTC
The ones that leave us first,
Their uneven ground we ever tread.
Stumbling after each of them,
Wading through their wake.
But God forbid we take their path,
And fall hard upon such wasted life.
Fumbling for their left behinds,
Drowning in the same mistakes.
Tom Lefort - May 2023
May 26, 2023
May 26, 2023 at 5:05 PM UTC
I haven’t done everything I wished to do with you,
I never truly told you how you fill my heart so full,
I never took the time to give you everything you want,
But you died,
Now everything is wrong and nothing's right,
You died,
I’m confused I cannot think it’s hard to breath,
You died,
I know I hear the words but they’re not real,
You died,
Your everything I'm nothing without you,,
You died,
I wish i died too..
wM
Mar 11, 2019
Mar 11, 2019 at 3:28 PM UTC
Nights when the Sun bereaves
The moon in between the graveyardshifts
He is boundless enlightening her
While her baits are never unleashed
Moon,"A Midas touch,
Burns who touches him as me.
He's the Anno Domini worshipped,
While I'm a mere eclipse.
Perennially furious,
I stare at him."
Feb 18, 2019
Feb 18, 2019 at 7:53 AM UTC
Silence
like morning fog
over a late sunrise.
Like a discarded novel
beside half finished tea
and cold buttered toast.
Like a last breath,
a released hand,
and my unfinished prayer
beside dad's bed.
Nov 2, 2017
Nov 2, 2017 at 2:38 PM UTC
Where was i dear friend when they took you?
Where was i? Where was i?
Where was i when they sounded the trumpet?
Where was i? Where was i?
How did they conquer you?
How did they? How did they?
How did they rise again?
How did they? How did they?
I sent them to the abyss?
Yes i did.
I locked them up in hades?
Thought i did.
Do not let them take you far,
Trace the sound of my cry.
Do not trust a thing they say,
Return next to me and lie.
We will watch the stars again,
We will, we will.
We will draw faces from the moon,
We will, we will.
How much have they asked to ransom you?
Tell me, tell me.
I will do all i can to get it through?
Certainly, certainly.
Beneath the stars i lie alone,
In the valley of sorrow;
So much pain within my bone,
You are nowhere to fill this hollow.
Is there a place where you will be waiting,
For me to come set you free?
Or should i just sit here and wait,
For you to come to me?
I will cry no more but sing songs of the victor,
Maybe shall your captives faint at the sound.
Or maybe the shackles on your limbs be broken,
And in the vision of my eyes shall you be found
I will hold on to the memories of our past,
I will, yes i will.
May your face and the laughter not fade fast,
Be still, yes be still.
Nov 30, 2016
Nov 30, 2016 at 5:07 PM UTC
blood stained walls
and dead flowers placed
on a matchbox:
it all reminds me of you.
what does it mean, little sister,
to be dead?
Does heaven exist,
(and so does hell too?)
Or do you not exist anymore?
I am Orpheus,
hell-bound and obsolete,
longing for what isn’t there.
Sep 24, 2015
Sep 24, 2015 at 9:24 AM UTC
I am so tired,
I cannot move
my life seems to have lost its groove
I cannot move on
God knows I've tried
But the pain simply wont subside
Look what you did to me
This is your responsibility
You were so selfish and dumb
to your pain you finally did succumb
Look what you left behind
my life is now such a grind
I hate you so much for this
was this surely your last wish?
You know I lie
I could never hate you
I just wish I knew why
Feb 20, 2015
Feb 20, 2015 at 9:02 AM UTC