#ended
I suppose
I shall always be—a wanderer
Walking the halls of my own mind
Always unsure, of what I might find.
Mar 24, 2025
Mar 24, 2025 at 8:37 AM UTC
Weary, unnoticed sweat trickles down my shoulder,
Cool relief, as exams are over, though fate feels colder.
Lost, pondering where my path may lead,
Famished, devouring sustenance for a final feed.
Anxious, yearning for another chance to find,
Dizzy, amidst the bustling humankind.
Serene, resting upon a solitary seat,
Vacant, my gaze drifts from sky to street.
Curious, a girl stands before my eyes,
Indifferent, my thoughts still mired in morning ties.
Captivated, the reflection in the window's frame,
Radiant, a heavenly angel or a royal dame?
Lethargic, resisting the urge to engage,
Timeless, something within me starts to age.
Innocent, do our gazes intertwine along this ride?
Silent words, our reflections in the glass confide.
Quiet, where have all the people gone?
Warmth, in her gaze, desire and doubt are drawn.
Astonished, my thoughts echo the same flight,
Bustling, the world resumes its lively sight.
Beautiful, fourteen years spent in a trance,
Ended, as the arrival bell heralds its stance.
Jan 25, 2025
Jan 25, 2025 at 12:07 PM UTC
in a floating metal box in the air,
i put things into perspective.
like our friendship.
a fading crisis murdered by a mistake.
sharp blades twisted against allies.
like words, exhausted and spoken with the threat of misinterpretation.
without your perfect band t-shirts and childlike bickering,
it was an empty place.
you only knew two AC/DC songs,
when i asked you to name three,
but that’s totally ok,
i wouldn’t have known or cared either.
friendly waves and funny conversations;
miss them most when there’s no one to talk to.
we starved the host and shattered slowly, but brutally.
against the ocean’s mighty waves, we were washed with white sea foam onto different beaches
on different coasts,
on different inhabited islands.
we lied hazily on tanned sand until the sun burnt holes in our dresses and melted us.
i search for you on the humid land mass,
calling your name into the neptune blue sky.
it’s always hope a new day, fire lit and burning, but nothing to come and rescue me.
scurrying in the hot sand praying for even just a mirage of you.
but we were swept away
to different islands,
unaware of the current,
unaware of the consequences of simple mistakes.
i’m sorry we had to burn out this way.
so slow and heavy.
so sorry, emery.
Jun 24, 2023
Jun 24, 2023 at 1:15 PM UTC
I was buried
A shallow grave
So deeply embedded in dirt no one could see me
Yet right below surface
Fell out of love and directly into the hole
The other option was hang on to the limb I inhabited in a state of vulnerable agility
So I ended effort and surrendered to the freshly dug soil waiting beneath our chance at love
Jun 21, 2021
Jun 21, 2021 at 9:56 PM UTC
I kept waiting;
But it was all pointless.
I was useless;
To think that you won't be leaving.
But you did;
You misled me,
And that's how it ended.
Sep 30, 2020
Sep 30, 2020 at 12:52 AM UTC
But like any other love story, our love did not last.
While earth took us in her arms in the past,
whilst earth lovingly caressed humans otherwise.
In the present, it has harassed us as if we were Pennywise.
The touch of life used to give me butterflies.
But for now, all I hear is earth's cries.
Apr 9, 2020
Apr 9, 2020 at 5:50 PM UTC
Today I lost something I never had
and it hurt even more than when I did
Mar 10, 2020
Mar 10, 2020 at 4:27 AM UTC
Misunderstandings happen.
Relationships are broken.
Love is ended.
Memories are left and then further Nothing is spoken.
~your smiling queen :)
Aug 9, 2019
Aug 9, 2019 at 8:12 AM UTC
In open ended words
tis open ended world
but silent scaled eyed inaction
nor writ response may prove futile on time sensitive stride
we fail, we fall we
splatter apart
and alone succumb
so say it sing it and write it
be thy thankful for poetry
teaching those asleep to wake up
to speak with action then
strike
the brightest star
at dart to bull's eye
an essay writ conquering
far and wide
it changes mind then ignites
All Hearts Alike
aiming ever high
changing the world
stride by stride
~~~~~~~
By Karijinbba
All rights reserved
Jul 5, 2019
Jul 5, 2019 at 2:08 PM UTC
“Love? People love what they can take from you or they love how you make them feel about themselves; but they don’t love you”
An interesting concept indeed
This human made emotional greed
I think you loved me, I do
But I think I was temporary to you
That’s alright though
I guess in the end we reap what we sow
Jan 12, 2019
Jan 12, 2019 at 7:23 PM UTC
Morning is broken
A lifetime almost done
A red bloated sun begins to rise
Its body fills the cloudless skies
Carrying the weight of its years
Unable to show sadness, cries no tears
It was there at beginning
When it was a new shiny, sparkling thing
Witnessing a floating rock spark to life
Then fill with seas, forests and wildlife
Eons of watching the little human things
Through winters, summers, autumns and springs
It had been loved, adored
Worshiped by a constant changing human horde
But many years have now passed by
It’s no longer looked at with a welcoming eye
Life had faded away under its growing, killing rays
Now it lights up a world filled with silent days
It can feel the weighted load
Only minutes away from the explode
But what a show, it will play to the crowd
It will go with a bang so thunderous loud
And the light will be seen galaxies away
So they will know this star had its day
Jan 10, 2019
Jan 10, 2019 at 4:20 PM UTC
Love was when she fought me
and we ended it by
hugging each other tightly.
Aug 10, 2018
Aug 10, 2018 at 12:28 PM UTC
EX'd Out!
Or Ex'iting
No matter what the who is or the they are.
And Why!
Finding ourselves in the
Ex'd out zone.
Balancing the tender spaces and delictae places.
Life/death
Love/hate
Ex-companion..Ex-friend..
We must be Ex'iting to fill our hands with better things.
Ex-wife..Ex-husband.
Ex-employee..facing situations where your No longer..
in a top ranking position.
Coping, handling managing emotions.
Being in these tender places will make you stronger.
Failing to will cause you danger.
Being Ex'd Out can bring
Anger, fear feelings of rejection loss of hope..
Despair..pain within, anguish, turmoil, feeling like you can't cope.
Springing up emotions of hatred and bitterness.
Sowered things like unforgiveness..
rage and defeat.
Roots of loneliness and cravings so strong to regain
back again the place you were before all this began.
Soured..Its Time to move forward.
You have to be Ex'd out to move into new beginnings.
You have to Ex'it to seek the things much more perfect.
You don't have to see it as losing.
View it as Time to move to achieve your dreams.
If you needed to be Ex'd out for being corruptive.
Let the just live.
Allow em to live peacefully free from fear.
Free from any retaliation We have no right to rebel.
When someone wants our Ex'its from their situations.
Put your peaceful shoes on.. and move along.
Some Ex's have become harmfully dangerous.
It gives them no right to destroy any of us.
Cry to be delivered from evil..If being Ex'ed causes you pain.
Know the heart needs healing and is in critical condition.
Enter the spiritual ER emergency.
Until you can make a successful recovery.
Ex out all the negative..You have more life to live..
When you Ex'it successfully
Life has much more to give!
Writer SelinaSharday
S.A.M 2018
May 27, 2018
May 27, 2018 at 10:57 PM UTC
When his shoulders turn and all hope is falling, like an iron on steel, like the rain in May. There will be no tomorrow for the us which was, for the walk which couldn't be kept away.
May 7, 2018
May 7, 2018 at 12:55 PM UTC
She was vacuuming downstairs.
He could her as he lay in bed.
It would have to be today he left
her as there was no days left.
He had been planning to leave
for some weeks but the time
never seemed right. It had to
be today. He could hear her
vacuuming with the old radio
churning out the pop music.
He got out of bed and went
and washed in the bathroom.
His last abulutions in this room.
He listened out for her. He got
dressed and arranged his
uniform in a bag with a suit
beneath to take to the dry-
cleaners. He'd take it down town.
She'd not suspect he wouldn't
be back. He went downstairs
and ate breakfast. She went
to vacuum upstairs. He sipped
his tea and ate toast. He went
upstairs and said he was going
into town to take his uniform
to the cleaners. They could go
down to town later and pick it
up and shop. He took his bag
and she walked with him to
the door. He walked down
the road and waved then walked
on and out of sight. She went
inside and closed the door.
She'd not see him that night.
Apr 4, 2018
Apr 4, 2018 at 1:44 AM UTC
to avoid the pitfall of prospective homelessness
which near future prospect
induces existential angst i confess.
Today (end of rope rhyme rote
approximately deux orbitz round the sun),
i wanted ta die and bid god riddance grandly
going gamesomely gra grave,
de deum, and cymbal crash
to Bing mulct emotionally, physically and spiritually -
all the grinding hardships would be gone in a flash
how tempting to seek ot a solution sans hemlock
or other deadly potion,
whereby toothless mouth need not gnash
boot simply swallow and drink from the goblet of
mortal freedoms renting psych *** under
with purposelessness mine hash
tag, which bout with suicide
while n the edge of thirteen -
Anorexia nervosa defeated -
then as now experience
10,000 banshee maniacs whip lash
lacerating, flagellating,
and repeatedly rousing thoughts
shin to circle back to why death be not proud
when life on par with a mash
up of ennui, futile gobbledygook housing incubus
analogous luft waffe bombardiers quash
the joie de vivre per je ne sais quois spritely spring
in step happy jollity,
and levity attempt to make light
of psychological me's mental illness rash
whence thru the (then) lvii roam min years
as chief garbage taster of trash
hurled my way gnome matter
the gremlins dwelt within the Wabash
distance to inflict din er of dissonance
targeted this mortal for'er abash
as soon as he got expelled
from the womb, his reddened ears did bash
from sonic screaming boom causing astir the nurses
into the maternity ward
of me late mum sped like dash
her, and fast as a comet Prancer doth emulate
a con ***** dancer, cuz ova this rude half
re: that came a boot
from genetic chromosomal dna wash.
Feb 6, 2018
Feb 6, 2018 at 3:56 AM UTC