#consolation
You are just few mm away
From Greek God Symmetry
Do you know that?
Father asked
His blind son
Apr 20
Apr 20, 2026 at 12:27 PM UTC
Feet upon the ground.
The air still trembling from what he left behind.
Shame is a distant echo now — a sound lost between old walls.
A sound host, carrying burdens in spite of the desire for a reprieve.
He walks through the threshold where fear once spoke louder than truth.
The skin of the moment stretches thin,
and he passes through it,
weightless.
Alone does not mean abandoned.
It means unshackled,
quietly infinite.
Though screaming for consolation — he also carries it within himself.
Without him, I'd be nothing.
Embrace him, for no one else will.
Jan 29
Jan 29, 2026 at 4:35 PM UTC
I don't need anyone to console me
Don't pick up my pieces scattered on the floor
All I want is for someone, just once, to sit in the shards
And bleed with me
Sep 26, 2025
Sep 26, 2025 at 6:00 AM UTC
Some days are for consolidation
some days are for transformation
You cannot hide your vestigial tail
your belly is ***
your jelly is hot
stumped cut off salamander trail
I am the secretary of my sensations
my magic is my weakness
you must invite me across your threshold
It's pretty uh ********
only four miles from your house
say it's semi mediaeval, but
great stuff for the launch pad, and
something about the bleakness, the
overbearing concrete structures
Some of the evenings may require consolation
some of those nights end in devastation
Lies are exotic, and the truth
the truth is pretty basic
Jul 9, 2025
Jul 9, 2025 at 3:58 AM UTC
There's always comfort,
whatever sorrow you have:
there's mashed potatoes!
May 11, 2025
May 11, 2025 at 4:18 AM UTC
He asks if I can
cry nicely, the comforting --
will be better then.
Mar 18, 2025
Mar 18, 2025 at 3:17 AM UTC
Beneath the weight of grief’s relentless tide,
Where shadows linger, and the heart must yield,
A softer voice, a quiet light, abides,
To mend the wounds no time alone can heal.
The earth still turns, though loss has stilled the air,
And every dawn is edged with tender pain.
Yet love remains, a flame beyond compare,
A whispered vow: their light is not in vain.
The winds that sigh through ancient oaks and pines
Carry the echoes of their cherished song,
A melody that threads through fragile minds,
A promise that the soul still journeys on.
In every tear, a memory takes flight,
In every ache, a bond no death can break.
Their laughter dwells within the quiet night,
Their love, a gift the heart will not forsake.
So let the sorrow come, but not despair,
For in the stillness, consolation grows.
The ones we’ve lost are never far, but there,
In every bloom and every breeze that blows.
Jan 19, 2025
Jan 19, 2025 at 9:15 PM UTC
There is an arrow, locked away
somewhere, silenced
My heart has felt it, its caress
True consolation of one's life
That arrow, buzzing vibrato
after so many windows of my soul,
will break your chest, will
strike you dead with no notice.
Jun 19, 2022
Jun 19, 2022 at 3:40 PM UTC
Laying in my cozy bed,
I oft wonder
why?
why am I here when others not?
those that make a simple mistake
and perish, yet I am here
a friend telling me
“you have more lives than cats”
not a consolation to my deliriums
The plethora of experiences too plentiful
to parlay into one poem
sixteen at last count
multiple careening crashes, a gas tank explosion,
illness, being hit by a car while standing at an ATM
the litany long and varied but one stands out
playing on a recently unfrozen pond
raft fighting as it were
young hearts being foolish
falling in backwards, a non-swimmer
it is so cold, frost bite pins & needles cold
I am going deeper and deeper
it is getting colder and colder
darker and darker
until it is totally dark
no lingering thoughts, it is over
then a pinprick of light
drawing closer
it grows and grows
until I am in the light
it is oh so warm here
the lack of sound creating
an incredulous peacefulness
for a fear filled life
can I stay forever, please
except that is not my destiny
not that day or those others
rescued by a neighbor’s father
delivered unconscious to a mother
still questioning the why
Andreas Simic©
Jun 17, 2022
Jun 17, 2022 at 7:34 AM UTC
on some days water would fall down
in heavy buckets; ravaging the hungry earth
stricken— a wave of drought.
the tiny specks of life swimming along
the expanse of the universe would
scatter to have a taste of the heavens
and quench the need of being human.
some would build infrastructures
as great as lunar craters
to catch every miniscule drop
that comes from the sky,
only to keep it in their possession,
never to see another ray of light.
those who have an abundance
seem to have a hard time giving—
hands formed into fists uncaring.
what can be gripped, cannot be taken away.
in this water, there will be power.
_what do the others do then?_
in a morbid sense of camaraderie,
those who have their hands open, cupped,
palms facing the heavens,
can funnel grace into the palms
of another.
maybe this is where I will believe,
despite the flashes of greed and envy,
the kingdom of a god
will always belong to the poor.
Dec 23, 2021
Dec 23, 2021 at 12:59 PM UTC
I'm not sure what to say to you
Seemed to have lost my voice
So I guess writing it down on paper
Is my only other choice
Only a tiny part of me is sad
You decided to go a different way
Not ready for something serious
At least I'm not today
I may be drenched in melancholy
But the fault lies not in you
Depressed long before we met
Your presence made me feel less blue
I couldn't describe accurately
The plethora of emotions inside
The strongest of these is envy
Of the one who gets to be by your side
Right behind is indignation
In a close second place
At the way you handled it
Without any tact or grace
I'm just waiting for you to talk to me
I suppose you don't possess the nerve
But how can you look at me and believe
This treatment is what I deserve?
I wasn't set on a relationship
It was you who started this
And it was your actions that convinced me
I was more than just lips to kiss
You told me you liked me
I warned you wouldn't for long
Your doubt warmed my center
But it has now been proven wrong
I recall you saying that you didn't want
What you had with her before
But maybe she has really changed
And it won't be hard anymore
I wish you both all the happiness
And luck this cold world can hold
Sincerely hope she is the one
To stand by you as you grow old
I don't know when my turn will come
Or if my heart is capable of love at all
But what is meant to be will be
It's just not our time to fall
I do not know if you see it how I do
Maybe I am the one to blame
For making myself too available
Smothering the flame
But you appeared to be an adult
I assumed you were somewhat mature
Different from my troublesome ex
Who just made me insecure
Only to find out you're no better
Lying like all the rest
Omission is still a form of deception
I must say I'm unimpressed
I thought we were closer than that
That you would give me honesty
What have I done to make you scared
Of telling the truth to me
A simple explanation was all it would take
For why I was being neglected
Instead dwelled on my every flaw
Wondering which was rejected
To discover it's not me at all
But someone else that caused this change
Actually comes as a relief
Although that might sound strange
I understand that love never dies
Because I'm going through the same thing too
The only difference is that the person I miss
Replaced me with someone new
Which I am surprisingly grateful for
Because we are better off apart
No matter how much it kills my soul
Or paralyzes my heart
If he wasn't taken I truthfully don't know
If I would be able to resist
Although I know he is no good for me
Tempting urges persist
So I wish you would have been forthcoming
And shown me a level of respect
I can't tell if it is my feelings
Or your ego you're trying to protect
You behaved like a gentleman
Until you didn't want me around
And instead of letting me down properly
You didn't bother to make a sound
But I guess you don't owe me a reason
No commitment hanging between
It is just that personally I have a problem with
People who say what they don't mean
I process conversation in a literal way
When speaking aloud I follow through
So naturally my brain presumes everyone else
Is inclined to mean what they say too
I forget sometimes how cheap talk is
And guys want to come off as smooth and sweet
So they fill our ears with ******** without even missing a beat
You told me you would be right back
Left me waiting up all night
But that wasn't that big of a deal
Didn't want to seem uptight
Then you took off on a road trip
Without saying farewell
That's when I suspected something was up
It was fairly easy to tell
Then when I found out you drove past my house
Spent time right down the road
And didn't bother to stop for a second
That's when I wanted to explode
You blew me off two days in a row
Yet give your attention to a piece of ****
Do you get how low that made me feel?
Like you just used me to hit and quit (it)
And then when you finally show your face
You barely speak two words to me
I didn't know what pushed you away
Just wished I was able to see
It wasn't until later that night
I saw her Facebook story posts
And it dawned on me that I
Wasn't actually what you wanted the most
Don't know why you couldn't just say so
Would have saved me a lot of frustration
The only thing I deduce is that you
Weren't man enough to handle confrontation
Communication is key that is true
To understanding and resolution
Yet your cowardice tricked you into the false belief
Avoidance the appropriate solution
Running away from friction
Because you lack the bravery
Has really shown your true colors
And I don't like the hues I see
I shouldn't have gotten my hopes up
When we had hardly just begun
But I sensed a genuine attraction
And with you always had fun
But history outweighs sparks
Shouldn't come as a surprise
But if you regret it don't come crawling back
Because I refuse to be your consolation prize
Aug 12, 2021
Aug 12, 2021 at 2:42 AM UTC
You deserve no pity for it was done in earnest;
Declaring innocence’s a consolation at best;
Like us all through mortality you were put to the test;
Carelessness’ a testimony upon which you now may rest.
Against famine you took the lead by unsheathing the sword,
Spilling blood amidst the pleads without believing the word.
Our tribunal for this affair will have your future sealed;
The trial may not seem fair, but so never were your deeds.
Jan 1, 2021
Jan 1, 2021 at 4:56 PM UTC
Your Gift
by Michael R. Burch
for Beth
Counsel, console.
This is your gift.
Calm, kiss and encourage.
Tenderly lift
each world-wounded heart
from its fatal dart.
Mend every rift.
Bid pain, “Depart!”
Save every sorrow
for your own untaught heart.
May 10, 2020
May 10, 2020 at 6:17 AM UTC
my heart wants to heard,
but everything else is blurred
and the world isn't capable of listening.
and so i resulted to writing,
hoping that the pen and the paper
could give me consolation.
Apr 30, 2020
Apr 30, 2020 at 11:24 AM UTC
Crisp summer breeze tickle wreaths of May blooms
Yellow flats traipse blocks where blue ocean looms
Serene waves greet shore's walls in fervent kiss
Moon's afterglow brush the scene in pure bliss
Fine sand witness time like dateless heirlooms
Brine's musk basks nightfall in coastal perfumes
Woven foams' calm poise in fond reminisce
With each cycle's ending, they go amiss
Red heels graze concrete in sultry whispers
As the salt-rimmed glass plays in my fingers
Gotcha!—my hapless victim for tonight
Caught my breath, it only faintly lingers
In front I stand, a door with four ciphers
"Aphrodite, save me" begins the plight
Apr 6, 2020
Apr 6, 2020 at 12:04 PM UTC
Sun's glory set alight the autumn leaves I saw this morning,
It kindled consolation for my 9 am start,
Tyranny of traffic and bustling city found me yawning,
But they were no match for autumn's fire that did calm this anxious heart.
A beauty bitter sweet is oft more potent than just sugar,
Sweetness alone won't the seeds of awe sow,
Autumn knows her time is short and demands you look at her,
She was so bold this morning, she had given us a rainbow.
Oct 29, 2019
Oct 29, 2019 at 3:41 PM UTC
Take me somewhere
Where I can fold your clothes
And sing a song for you
If I could know
The sorrows and dreams
that bring you to your knees
I would sit back
Take your stack
And fold it right down the middle
It's all I could do for you
Put a crease
In your sad dreams
Jul 18, 2019
Jul 18, 2019 at 2:45 AM UTC
Some consolation...
I **** at all the things I'm BEST AT.
That's how I feel now.
Sorry to ruin everything for everyone.
I will go away now.
Please God, pray let me disappear somehow.
Jul 16, 2019
Jul 16, 2019 at 11:04 PM UTC
Come, see, I have some pain in chest,
Come, let me put your arms around me!
Here, see the coldness in my soul,
Come let me hear the sound of your breath,
Come, hide yourself in my breast,
Come let's escape from this world
Let me steal from hearts of others
Come, Let me shed all the tears of grief,
I've a home, conquered by your absence,
A heart, stabbed by your desolation,
Let me be the consolation under your feet,
Come, let me hear my name from your tongue!
Jun 2, 2019
Jun 2, 2019 at 12:42 PM UTC
I took care of others, walked in their shoes,
got their trivial pains and forgot my loyal legs...
If I present you the baneful thorns I have trodden,
would you be ready to follow me again and barefoot?
My mind will always be bitterly cold
as an intact valley and never understood...
Though I am sure that you do not care,
I feel well, very well, except longing.
Your dreams are flying even everywhere
while I try to stop contemplating...
You know, I am a bit chatty when I am inspired
and the poet inside me never gets tired.
You can't grasp how painful it is to emanate a poem,
how you go out of your infatuated mind...
When 'clevers' seek for justice, but only for themselves,
there is nothing else purer than the tears of madmen.
So, happiness would have been an evident injustice,
if all of the people attained their desires.
I have faced many types of mental battles,
but no war is harder than the lack of love inside.
Love is living your life for another one's sake,
sacrificing everything with honor and pride...
Now I am sure that there exists no hate,
but just does the love of hatred indeed.
Before the absurdness of irrevocable fate
only love will save us in eternity...
No feeling will help you to be deeply blessed
while mass is spurious and loners are obsessed...
As you **** your hopes you gain fake freedom,
but free slavery will still be going on,
sometimes feeling oppressed, depressed, repressed...
However,
Invincible I am before such odd jobs
and I have found ways to keep myself up.
Now I live slowly till the time begins to blur,
paradoxes take place within my dark thoughts,
I divide the time to its perpetual aeons,
all the rules and limits I swear to deny
and save the endless time when we were eye to eye...
Through your looks the heavenly sky is clear
and all the possibilities are real there...
My benevolent angel,
let the eternity recur from the start,
only the eyes of blinds do not show their hearts...
I feel very sorry and deeply upset,
when the human inside silently regrets ...
Yet I am too clumsy to move mountains,
to achieve sanctity which I want to serve.
I wish I made you happy at my any chance,
But I can only make you happiness itself...
Mar 5, 2019
Mar 5, 2019 at 1:25 PM UTC
so for now be humble and happy
learn to love others as they had loved you
work hard, stay inspired, and wonder
i hope that you’ll always be true
there are many more things that are scarier
than the loss of the smile and your laughter
so be kind, and be gentle, and helpful
and we will get through this together.
Feb 18, 2019
Feb 18, 2019 at 7:35 AM UTC
How sad the trees be
when winter comes as fall leaves
and the flowers die
What consolation
is Venus’s forsaken
yielding spring to rise?
For once staring death,
summer fastens by a breath
and the flowers die
Yet made to know doom,
trees tither the chance to bloom
yielding spring to rise
Feb 7, 2019
Feb 7, 2019 at 4:07 PM UTC
When I enter,
the black holes of myself,
they are located,
transcribed upon the
blackboards of our
unified bodies,
the magnification of energy
transversed,
principles demonstrated
by the unconcluding
conclusion of the expansion of
creation,
the rebirthing of one universe
never ending
When I enter a woman,
the discovery sought,
the definitional needed,
the proofs equational,
the factors constant,
not the variable
truths,
the demonstrations positive,
the constants of the universe,
combinational, all within,
a single point glistening
to gentle comfort this
knowledge of my wasting,
the foresight of my limitations
from the day of birth
my matter,
matters,
my energy
neither destroyed or created,
illimitable,
my decline inevitable
and yet!
cannot alter my atomic structure.
my future guaranteed,
my inner light,
traveling so fast,
it has yet
to arrive
When I enter a woman,
the laws of physics
become special theories
of relativity,
we are motion in time,
force and energy
nucleotides rawest refined,
elemental and particle nuclear,
packets of light
exclaimed
When I enter a woman,
organic, chemistry,
interdisciplinary
my body and its life force
shaped as
electric current transceivers
crossing galaxies,
there can be no deceivers,
there but and only
the birthing of heat,
a byproduct of
interjection, conjunction
creation of creativity
<>
she is my proof
long after the
log normal of my nerves,
now parceled to the
invisible of an oscillating
log natural,
fertilizes the sea grasses
that so intoxicate,
flying, carried,
by the invisiblity of the winds,
all-where I have chosen
as my shifting shape,
when this container
leaks and crack'd,
in sentry reentry orbit,
to
the nearest garbage strewn
construction-dead
lot
When I enter a woman,
physics far beyond
the commonplace,
physical transition
to knowledge
of life ever after
death and fear are
time sensitized
passing notions,
crushed by the
consolation of physics,
the eternality
of a time
once begun,
cannot end,
and therefore
this,
my one theory of everything,
the God
I worship,
of course,
he is invisible!
Nov 23, 2014
Nov 23, 2014 at 8:40 AM UTC