#bury
I wish the earth would open wide
and swallow me beneath its skin,
to hide the tender parts of me
from eyes that never let me in.
My chest feels tight with silent shame,
for foolish sparks I let begin–
teasing hearts that never loved,
and calling that a kind of sin.
So let the soil keep my sorrow,
my fragile, aching secrecy–
until the dark forgives my heart
for simply wanting love for me
♡ lil-usagi
Mar 26
Mar 26, 2026 at 8:21 AM UTC
perhaps you
will bury me in the earth?
after you **** me,
of course;
your non-cardinal
directions confuse me
and you tell me
to **** myself
and you tell me you love me;
liar?
my liar
you walk
the minefield with me.
Feb 18
Feb 18, 2026 at 8:09 PM UTC
i still find your face in every memory i wish i could erase
the outline appears when i close my eyes
a sudden flicker across the surface of thought
like a hand pressed too hard against glass
i walk through rooms that no longer exist
yet you remain
a shadow carved into the furniture
a breath caught in the corners
i try to scrape you out of the silence
but the silence holds you tighter
your expression stitched into the fabric of forgetting
your absence louder than the sound of leaving
i wanted to bury it all
but the soil keeps turning itself over
and there you are again
uninvited
unavoidable
still burning through what should have vanished
Nov 23, 2025
Nov 23, 2025 at 7:38 PM UTC
My brain operates like my messaging skills
Typed out my heart.
Deleted every word.
Forgotten.
I suppose I should cling to what I feel
But the moment they surface they feel
Too unreal
So I delete them from my head
Watch them until they're dead
Forget that it's ok to feel
Jan 12, 2025
Jan 12, 2025 at 10:11 PM UTC
This bone-tired body is a battlefield
where I keep returning
to bury the same soldier,
over and over.
His face shifts like seasons—
familiar and foreign,
the line between my lines,
fading into fable,
floating into folklore.
He’s died here a hundred times,
and I survived every one.
But I keep coming back,
thinking I might unearth
something softer.
My hands tremble from holding too much—
soliloquies, symptoms, scapegoats,
saltshakers, semicolons, starry-eyed sighs.
My knees buckle under the weight
of a history I can’t rewrite.
No matter how many poems erupt
from my shell-shock,
how many mornings I crawl from trenches,
listening to the sound of birdsong—
I always return, ***** in hand.
He stares up from the dirt,
his mouth unmoving but full of accusations.
"You never let me go,"
he whispers without sound,
"and I’ll keep rising until you do.
Don’t you get it?
You buried yourself here too."
How many deaths does it take
to make a ghost let go?
I’m running out of shovels,
but never out of wishes.
Some wounds are wars,
and some wars never surrender.
If I stop digging, will the war finally end—
or will it bloom
in the silence I leave behind?
Jan 7, 2025
Jan 7, 2025 at 9:10 AM UTC
Life brought love that is not easy to find,
Love that poked spine with toxic dart,
Her sad glimpse has touched the heart,
Silhouette of her occupied the mind.
True feelings resembles to zero,
Those that made feel like hero,
She reached the soul to feed her ego,
To hypnotize, suffocate and go.
Dream was to hold hands by sunrise,
Instead, got Indifference as a prize.
She brings up things to realize,
To bury love and be wise.
Sep 17, 2022
Sep 17, 2022 at 3:47 AM UTC
All I can think about
Are the things we would do
If I had moved the mountains
That buried you
I pieced you back together
With shrapnel from the glass
Stained with the pigment
From under my eyes
Restless from this rustling wind
Anxious and bitter cold
I feel like the whistle
That rings in your ear
As you lay there
Under the weight
Of broken words
Trying to forget the sunrise
That looms too close
With your sleep captive
In its marmalade palm
Mar 7, 2022
Mar 7, 2022 at 10:44 PM UTC
Burying my heart
In your hands
Like it’s a treasure map
Showing my love for you
Hiding my kiss
In your mouth
Like it’ll be the last
Thing I ever do
Lowering myself into the ground
I won’t even make a sound
Burying myself
So you don’t have to
Mar 5, 2021
Mar 5, 2021 at 9:19 AM UTC
how do you bury the hatchet
but save the woodsman
Jan 1, 2021
Jan 1, 2021 at 10:22 PM UTC
Lure me in
With a melody of trust
But bury me deep
Under the dust
Hold out your heart
But tear mine apart
Leave me alone
After the love you have shown
Sep 5, 2020
Sep 5, 2020 at 5:29 PM UTC
i feel like we’re all alone
i feel like i could dissolve
May 9, 2020
May 9, 2020 at 8:54 PM UTC
Cherry plums for the small goat
Pits for the large chicken
Milk and water
Bury; slaughter
Remember to call me when it's done.
Apr 29, 2020
Apr 29, 2020 at 9:56 AM UTC
Her trust in you is as good as an empty tank headed south
She won't use the rearview mirror headed far from you
What she leaves behind remains no concern to her burnt out heart
Eyes on the first exit out of here
The highway is her only vision, burying your bones
This is her farewell
Apr 14, 2020
Apr 14, 2020 at 1:54 AM UTC
you are not someone i can bury myself beneath.
you are someone i am meant to forget.
disappearing like dew in the morning,
you are not art, as much as i say you are.
Apr 3, 2020
Apr 3, 2020 at 3:25 PM UTC
I heard you die twice,
once when they bury you in the grave
and the second time is the last time
that somebody mentions your name
- Glorious, Macklemore Ft. Skylar Grey
Mar 30, 2020
Mar 30, 2020 at 9:33 AM UTC
I plant the last cross in the frosted ground
of winter marching through the leaves of fall.
The last of my coterie I hadst found
I buried, each covered with a singed pall.
Now in the world of cold, I lie in snow,
mourning the loss of everything I was.
Insanity exuding from my woe
and dreadful curses spouting from my jaws.
Thou art a monster corrupting the world
and spreading dreadful lies of the deeds done.
But soon, behold, the truth to be unfurled!
The news spreadest thee from thy serpent's tongue.
I choosest to complete my final hunt
and punish thee for such a great affront.
Thou hearken not to the grave steps upon the earth now beating.
Dost thou not see, contemptuous fiend, the eyes of death upon thee?
Thou takest from the living world the reason for my being.
And by thy hand, destroy my land, stealest everything from me.
Mar 15, 2020
Mar 15, 2020 at 7:55 AM UTC
Mix lavender in
With my ashes
So the ghosts can't take me away
I know it's cold
And you want to go home
But I really wish you would stay
Dec 16, 2019
Dec 16, 2019 at 4:51 PM UTC
by Arcassin Burnham
Please me and tease me,
But don't say you will,
When we both know you won't and this love thing is wrong,
We've covered our hearts inside,
For just a quick fling and a **** in a bed of lies,
And some watered eyes,
For no room to dry,
I just feel My Heart is deep , buried alive, so why lie?
Fated love and a pair of keys in time,
I've smoked up my love,
We both know I'm not what you need at this time,
You keep everything inside...
/
Come live in the countryside with me,
Mend all your broken ties with me,
But you rather stand and fight with me,
The game that you play ,you can't buy me,
Can't get love like this in the valley,
Hoped I crushed for lusting and empathy,
But you rather put the knife to me,
This game that you play , you can't buy me.
Come live in the countryside with me,
Believed it when you said you loved me,
But I know those words don't mean a thing,
The game that you play , you can't buy me,
Was the one that gave you good memories,
Got the right herbs for your energy,
Used me for it all apparently,
I can't wait to leave you here crying.
©abpoetry2019
Nov 22, 2019
Nov 22, 2019 at 3:27 PM UTC
We are slaves
Nothing but slaves
Dominated by our convinctions
Buried by our ego
Oct 23, 2019
Oct 23, 2019 at 6:15 AM UTC
When beauty comes in your life unannounced
Getting shivers from just your name being pronounced
Traveling emotions will always be scary
Even though some is pain that you needed to bury
Holding back is not the melody I would want to play
I’ve been waiting to love someone till i'm old and grey
I might not be a complete human piece
But after all this searching, your heart was released
I am on time’s side, hoping this could be it
My heart could fully be fixed, only if we do not quit
Your eyes were just enough to draw me in
Hoping craving your body is not a sin
Waiting might crawl up your spine
But my apologizes, I think you’re supposed to be mine.
Sep 3, 2019
Sep 3, 2019 at 2:06 PM UTC