#diminish
Distance makes the absence feel like a world apart from one and other.
As if I am on Earth but the other is on Mars
Water cannot feed the sole
Plants or flowers cannot flourish the sole
Trees cannot create air on Mars
So much toxicity
Not on the same page
We parted our ways
And live among each other
Even though our worlds are a galaxy apart
Wishful thinking that someday our lives can be joyful together on Earth again.
Mar 11
Mar 11, 2026 at 4:25 PM UTC
Sat for dinner, let’s have a meal
I’m gazing left and right,
The goal's to avoid eye contact.
Swallowing,
The taste is alright but I can’t hold a fight.
That masterly delivery -
A simmered misery,
Served daily.
Cooking the exact words to belittle
My stomach grows humble.
///
Parents,
I’d like to be brave but I bury
In spite of my age I hurry.
Aug 31, 2025
Aug 31, 2025 at 4:17 PM UTC
We count, calculate, compare
If greater, thanks aloud in joy
If lesser, work, fight, beg
A life measured in numbers
Negative, minute, millions
But life begins at infinity
Not a number not a count
Of mind more real than numbers
Ungraspable, priceless, gifted
The work and joy is to know
The fight is to diminish to empty
For the less I am the more I am
Aug 11, 2024
Aug 11, 2024 at 11:02 PM UTC
The stars will not tell you anything,
if you know not how to read them.
Words on a page will say nothing to you,
if you cannot interpret the language.
The same is how life works.
You cannot expect to understand someone,
if you know not their hardship.
You will never be able to love someone,
without first falling for them.
In a world of instant gratification,
these concepts are hard to grasp,
and therefore rejected.
Because it is easier to ignore the truth.
Easier.
More convenient.
Less effort required.
These things make an idea more appealing.
When all they really do is limit our ability.
Our ability to think,
feel,
know,
anything for ourselves.
The things that we believe extend our freedom,
only serve to slowly diminish it.
Bit
by
bit.
May 4, 2018
May 4, 2018 at 3:54 PM UTC
If you are not like me then you will never probably see
The million thoughts I dream of being everyday
A sailor, a wrestler, but never a candlestick maker (ambition people, come on!)
We all think outside the box but end up never breaking out
Tesco’s, stuck on the till, idealist conceptions up on a hill but sat here earning nowt
Its human instinct to better yourself
Flunked GCSE’s, a mortgage to pay but still dreaming of better days
Am I the only one who thinks like this
I work to live, not live to work, the optimist in me always wanting his bliss
Life begins to **** this wanting of a concept
Sorry lads, the time is now, be like them and live with the debts
It’s what you do that counts, that journey from start to finish
Live like a king or slide away and diminish,
A million thoughts
JJB
Feb 2, 2018
Feb 2, 2018 at 7:11 AM UTC
He died ages ago,
She was depressed,
Waiting for her body to be taken away,
He left behind only memories,
Every night she sleeps in his bed,
She can smell his scent in his pillow,
The clothes she wears,
All bear his scent,
He may have left nothing but vague memories,
But his scent diminishes his absence.
Sep 2, 2015
Sep 2, 2015 at 3:22 AM UTC
*while i'm excessively giving
but you remain standing
so i'm slowly fading*
©IGMS
Jul 21, 2015
Jul 21, 2015 at 11:10 AM UTC
I am sandpaper
longing frictions heat.
To grow both fat and
weary, sloughing
away your skin.
See what is strength
suckered and sickly
is set
to diminish.
But paper handholds,
why so dusty?
You aim for ignorance,
blooded hands to tease
simply tremor.
Yes, each whisper
charms so sweetly,
sweetly rough
against your grain.
Jul 3, 2015
Jul 3, 2015 at 5:39 AM UTC
the water fills her lungs
her lips are now blue
her life is slowly coming to an end
the white lights are coming into view
it's hard to hold on
though hard to let go
when the angel will kiss you
soon you will know
tell me if this is real
tell me if this fake
I knew this day would come
surely this was no mistake
never knew my skin could be so pale
never knew a heart could stop
never thought I'd stop breathing
never thought I'd see my carcass from atop
all life must come to an end
nothing lasts forever
this is now, that was then
who knew death could be so clever?
Jan 11, 2015
Jan 11, 2015 at 4:25 AM UTC