#exiled
I should have chosen Bermuda
Triangle over making that call
But never could turn away a friend
No matter the trap
Each button of the phone snaring me
Pulling me further into this three-way
Conversation, and I, the unlucky participant
In a love triangle I became enlisted in
When my best friend’s boyfriend
Decided the center more
On his crush for me than his love in her
So the random act of all of us going to a movie
Became a ruse, and I should have never
He should have never
Picked up the phone, once he said yes
I was done for, exiled
Drifting alone on campus
Guilty of his infatuation
I should have chosen Bermuda
Apr 5, 2021
Apr 5, 2021 at 1:59 AM UTC
The sky is so blue, yet so very sorrowful,
Here in my prison, these thoughts just won't fade,
Exiled from a holy world into a lonesome, somber lunacy,
This painful day, the dream of a better, hopeful tomorrow,
Are truly the light of my fading consciousness in this hell,
So I went to count the days till judgement deems me pure again, until I may become whole once more from these broken shards of the past,
Budding sprouts begin to bloom quietly, as the timeless seasons rush by and vanish into the bittersweet remembrance of ones memories,
"Stay, even if you're weak, dear conscious" I wispered to myself as then my tired eyes got distracted for a brief moment,
Time already had come to an inevitable halt, so at least my pocketwatch told me after letting out one last, delicate ticking sound,
With that, the phantoms of my past had laid down to rest, as the coming dawn greeted me by displaying the fading stars of the sky,
This is truly a repeated tale I endure in this pitiful isolation,
But if my painful past were to be erased, the last brilliance of my life would be deemed lost, for the darkest moments truly are a gift from above, helping us to determine moments of joy, bliss and purest love,
So I hope that one day, this body of mine will swift into prayers, hopefully in the beauty of an unclouded light, filled with moonlight,
Maybe then, I can finally move on, leave this lunacy far behind me,
Deep inside these puzzled eyes give me courage,
Despite being sealed away I shall discard everything and challenge this unmerciful fate of mine,
Then I can reach that sky, where my ideals are displayed,
Surely freedom awaits the border of consciousness, at least I hope,
Love blooms on the waters surface, filled with countless tears
And with this newfound freedom I can withdraw myself in this wonderful, pure holy world I waited for so long!
Despite it being distant a fantasy,
I dream of a hopeful tomorrow,
Here, in my exile.
~ Umi
Dec 7, 2018
Dec 7, 2018 at 5:08 AM UTC
I once wrote a list of things
That represented me :
Smoke from a discarded cigarette,
Rain on the Ocean,
A saturday matinee.
I wrote that I was a penny
On a train track, waiting.
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Well guess what, folks-
The engine has arrivd.
ljm
May 30, 2018
May 30, 2018 at 9:57 AM UTC
The silence
is deafening
Volume increasing
by the day
The prisoner awaits
word that never came
His sentence he fears
his fate apparent
A prisoner,
life without parole.
Jan 20, 2018
Jan 20, 2018 at 9:31 AM UTC
the heart
cannot repair
the heart
in much despair
the heart
missing these pair
the heart
feels the unfair
exiled from the venue
our writing brothers
their words expelled
by unseen smothers
swift the extradition
of a movement quick
the removal done
with a rapidness of click
no more seeing the
works they did ably create
our kinsmen vanishing
off the forum's slate
the heart languishing
without our kindred
being around
the heart so dispirited
their expression fell
silent of sound
Jan 21, 2017
Jan 21, 2017 at 10:32 PM UTC
With that simple "Hi."
you made me smile
With that simple "Bye."
I felt exiled
From a feeling I shouldn't have felt
From a feeling I wish I have kept
Words irreversible
Sadness unavoidable
Memories unforgettable
But I shall never ever regret
Oct 14, 2014
Oct 14, 2014 at 5:48 PM UTC