#intro
i couldn't let go the things i could have let gone.
i should've not let, the things i shouldn't let go, go.
but instead, i would've let go all the things i will have.
and now it is gone and i am going to get it back once more.
Mar 23
Mar 23, 2026 at 11:15 AM UTC
it is morally impossible
to save a damsel
who finds comfort
in her distress.
Mar 13, 2024
Mar 13, 2024 at 10:16 PM UTC
Started a new job in a new company
this week was all about pleasantry.
"Hello, welcome", they said
I am so and so and you?
Ah and are you married?
When I say 'No' the introduction just seems to end
Like marriage and kids is the only identity.
A woman does not exist without it?
I am a person, I have more to me.
Ask me about my education, my passions
or just my city.
A plain "Tell me about yourself" will also do.
So I can chose what I share with you.
Just don't start with your old age reflections of my tribe.
There is an abominable traditional vibe
And it needs to change.
Jun 6, 2021
Jun 6, 2021 at 4:27 AM UTC
It's been a while.
Guess my inner child would smile-
but he was here just a few years ago,
breathing in a then new work's glow
confident, never cocky
competent or trying to be.
Honestly, looking back
on this boulevard of memory lane
I glad I came, at the very least
to set some sort of record straight.
Feb 19, 2021
Feb 19, 2021 at 11:45 PM UTC
Each day is the same.
Wake up, set the binary coordinates, wait.
Pour over the data but nothing breaks through.
Something about this storms ionic charge dilates signal strength.
I've recounted the rations.
There's time for one more shot.
I see her face.
Sometimes it's as clear as day.
Others, it's lost in the void.
I will find my way back to you.
That was my promise.
Jul 8, 2020
Jul 8, 2020 at 11:26 PM UTC
Care, without a world in the air
And one leg propped up upon the other
As if the universe didn't exist
As if the words and thoughts were as one, unminced
And so I am introduced to you once again
My future friend
Hello
Aug 22, 2019
Aug 22, 2019 at 4:50 PM UTC
setiap kota
takkan kekal abadi
dan yang ada
di dalamnya
hanyalah penghuni
yang kekal
selamanya ditemani
isi-isi
yang tak berisi
tiada puisi,
tiada seni
tanpa arah
tanpa erti
yang ada hanyalah
imbalan
dan keuntungan
yang berpuing
di udara kota
yang berlegar
di pengairan kota
segalanya
terasa muram
apa bezanya
hidup di dalam
lohong hitam?
Sep 9, 2018
Sep 9, 2018 at 10:49 PM UTC
Pengenalan itu satu
pengajaran
pemastautin dalam satu
perubahan
tanpa pengenalan
segalanya tak berpermulaan.
Sep 9, 2018
Sep 9, 2018 at 10:48 PM UTC
Hi, I'm Samantha.
I like to write poetry.
Maybe you do too?
It started quite some
Time ago when I thought to
Put words on paper.
Now I'm here, writing
Some simple little haikus
For everybody.
I hope you enjoy
My collection of poems.
Please have a nice day.
Dec 2, 2017
Dec 2, 2017 at 9:39 PM UTC
Sly & Cunning
Swift & Nimble
A Demon at home,
has life so simple.
Whiskeys' soul
on the rocks;
Reading alone, past
four o'clock
Nov 19, 2017
Nov 19, 2017 at 12:31 AM UTC
Izaak is an introvert
Izaak likes his room and board exactly as it is, so that he isn’t bored
Quiet in his apartment, just as he was in his dorm
But soon his people started telling him, more and more
That he needs to get out more
That he needed to go out an explore
Just in case he ever should look back and wonder
What exactly it was, like if he wanted more?
And so he tried and so he went, out into the world
He spoke and socialized
He brought, and bought and spent until he himself felt very spent and worn
Because Izaak is an introvert, and for the outside he wasn’t meant to be
Let alone to be reborn, and so
After all the stretching, the social pains, the growing norms, which were not wrong
Just different, he was both different, and the same
And in his room, he was welcomed him back
Once again, to the walls of printed ink and paint which he himself did create
Because Izaak, did indeed need to see the differences within his own eyes
But only in time to better understand and represent
The quiet life which he was meant to lead, inside
Because Izaak is an introvert
And no introverted thing is ever truly a waste of time
Jun 26, 2017
Jun 26, 2017 at 9:57 AM UTC
Thank you for Matching
the Tinder Call Center.
My name is Nick and I will be helping you with your order today.
And your name is?
Hello, Port Veritas
I'm so glad you called
because you do qualify
as one of the first 100 people
I find attractive!
So Where are you from?
Oh Wow, I've never been there,
you ever Been here to Bull Feeney's?
No? Well look at that,
I guess we've never been
too each others places before.
Hah!
Looks like we have something
in common.
What was it on my profile that got you interested in swiping right?
Oh I see, you like love poems,
you like new ****
you just wanna make everyone cry.
How long have you been interested in that?
Wow that's a long time.
What else have you tried
to hear love poems,
see new ****
and make people cry?
Wow that's...
that's kinda ****** up Port Veritas.
That's really ****** up.
What's the worst part about dealing with that?
I see, well I'm glad you called.
Tell me a bit
why it's important
to do something about this now;
it's a little different for everyone.
I see, it's Valentine's day. There's a valentines open mic and LOVE SLAM Tonight!
I'm just gonna ask a couple quick questions to see if you qualify,
Will you all answer them for me?
Do You want **** poetry?
**** poetry IS the best sticky note to receive in your eighth grade lunch box
Do you want Radical Self Love?
me too, let's keep looking
Do you want love Poetry?
You just want so many things from me that i can give you.
Do You want people to need a towel by the time you leave the stage!?
You're right, they shouldn't call it dry *******
You know, Port Veritas. I can't wait for you to watch this amazing show we have for you tonight.
As my profile states,
we're gonna give strangers this microphone for four minutes.
Where they are gonna say whatever the hell they want about terrible dates, passionate love, terribly passionate ***
And that sounds great doesn't it?
Just imagine how wonderful it will feel when
you get up here
picture all these lovlies in their underwear
feel cold and alone
with nothing but your words
and a microphone
Then drop the god ****** heat on us.
Imagine a chorus of ****
and Mmmm and snaps
THAT'S really why you swiped right today, isn't it Port Veritas?
Excellent! Let's get you started!
As you heard, we've put together a Special Package, with this Valentines open mic. A LOVE SLAM.
And an extra free second date when you try this First One for just your body.
Plus, since you're one of the first 100 people I find attractive,
I'm gonna throw in a Third date. so you get three, for the price of one!
And remember that swiping right on a Poetry slam is risk-free because it's backed by our 30-day Text you back guarentee.
So put your name on the sign up sheet.
next to your $3- $5 dollar suggested donation
bus your tables at the end of the night,
Tip your bartender Leah well for putting up with us every week.
use whatever bathroom you ******* want
and one last order of business
to wrap things up
like a good boy practicing
safe *** who is totally not trying
To get you all pregnant.
when he asks how you like
Your eggs in the morning.
Un-fertilized.
If someone gets up here and says
something during their four minutes
That makes you feel unsafe
you can do one of three things
1. Silently get up, leave the room and come back when you're comfortable
2. Get Nate or myself and tell us to provide floor for a calm discussion.
3. Go home write a ******* poem about it. and bring it back here next week!
Now
WHO'S READY FOR A VALENTINE'S OPEN MIC?!
UP ON DECK
WE HAVE:
Feb 15, 2017
Feb 15, 2017 at 6:36 AM UTC
Awoken in a wood of dark and eerie
I find myself alone and lost with
an arising feeling of anxiety
amidst the ash in the thick air
that leaves a sour and bitter taste,
filling my lungs with despair.
The sudden unbearable heat
from the lifeless forest around me
pulses like a heartbeat.
As I walk beneath the scorched and rotten
to discover my Lover isolated before me
in a world where I am forgotten.
Dolan, my Dearest, effortlessly strides
towards the distraught, roaming soul
and with a saddened lack of pride
he speaks to me calmly and awaits
for the precise explanation as to
“Why have you strayed from our fate?”
Despite the uncomfortable torridity
I manage to utter a sentence or two:
“I do not wish to trouble thee!
You see, for I have no recollection
of where I could possibly envision,
for us, the proper direction.”
My guide then willfully took my hand
leading me to a massive, clear sphere in which
controls the eternity of the ******
Dec 17, 2016
Dec 17, 2016 at 10:01 PM UTC
I think about a flower and learn beauty can devour
take a breather, take a shower to come out in half an hour
feel the steam then feel the power go
I'm feeling mighty powerful
words are like a *** of gold
my mind is thick as ice
whats the price of cold?
I round about in life I'm a bicycle
eyes are wide, nothing is impossible
everything that's here is possible
Honest, though...your mind is closed.
my thoughts are open never gasping for air...the negative haunts so your grasping with fear...ever think what you think isn't there? Blurred focus to the spaces are near..divided by false movements, mass illusions equal rash confusion...letters turn into words are useless...go-ahead take shot with Cupid.
Curved arrows stay sharp like the beak of a sparrow..Soak it in, let it drown in your sorrows..on the decline will I slip tomorrow? negative mind but I'm quick to borrow..the positive side of my novelist mind is equipped to define.
I'm as quick as a kick to the spine..as swift as the flip of a dime..take a peek with the squint of an eye, sit or just stand...by my side and soon you will find..how stories and feelings collide, welcome to my mind.
Oct 19, 2016
Oct 19, 2016 at 12:17 PM UTC
My name's Anti and I crave
the dark side of a day,
I'm insecure and
sometimes I can't define what I think,
I push people away,
I've gotten so huge,
my victim sees a shrink.
I won't be tamed by pills,
a substance holds no power
over a force that kills;
sure, I'm prone to blind infatuation,
extreme heart palpitations,
but has no one ever told you
of my evergreen determination?
Oct 19, 2016
Oct 19, 2016 at 10:34 AM UTC
*death is inevitable
you can't avoid it*
Everyone dies sooner or later
....But if eveyone dies
than why does it hurt everytime
Sep 27, 2016
Sep 27, 2016 at 12:25 PM UTC
i.
A hand reaches
from the myst
and bids me forth
to the darkness.
He tells me not to fear
"You are safe," he murmurs.
The pit of my liver
reminds me otherwise.
Candles,
statues,
and books
fill this moldy chamber.
My whisper
searches for him,
but I recall
only his shadow.
ii.
She lay frozen
in limbo
when I first saw her.
I tended
to her wounds
and redefined her muscles,
for she had none.
She gazed at my broken flesh
with eyes
that pierced my stomach.
At that moment, I knew
her heart was full of tears
and not to fear her touch.
She is both Aphrodite
and Artemis
and I am nothing
if not her slave.
Sep 3, 2016
Sep 3, 2016 at 12:22 PM UTC
I never hid behind my mothers dress
I had shy, wide-eyed, crooked eyes,
was surprisingly quick with two left feet.
I liked the summer for the sweet grass
and mud pies and the boys
were my favorite to kiss but the girls
were so soft
Dec 29, 2015
Dec 29, 2015 at 10:33 PM UTC
Silly is what they call me
Happy is what I'll be
Another would be a maniac
Not knowing why I act
Awake in the evening
Losing sleep in the night
Depraved of sleeping
Really, in the dark nowhere in sight
Idealistically wanting to be cool
Alas I'm corny like a fool
Never say 'give up' in a battle I fight
Oct 27, 2015
Oct 27, 2015 at 11:21 AM UTC
Hi, hello, I'm here.
My name is Lucas-Jasper, but you can call me Jas. (pronounced J-Ass) Never call me LJ. That's weird.
I'm an Aries, and I'm dumb.
Sometimes I'll write about wth is going on, or I'll write poetry, or nothing at all.
Idk man.
(Feel free to message me whenever *** I'm always on the search for interweb friends)
- Jas
Jun 16, 2015
Jun 16, 2015 at 10:24 PM UTC
I am new to this poetry thing.
So, forgive me if I do the wrong thing.
In reality, I am a photographer.
And yes, I am a Instagram-er.
But kidding aside,
Please do stay by my side.
Or else I might cry.
Again, that was just a joke.
So c'mon, join me for coke!
Jun 16, 2015
Jun 16, 2015 at 11:00 AM UTC
Carry a poem with you, always
carry it deep in your heart
and whenever you can, recite it,
recite it silently with your tongue.
and when you find love
it will amplify that love,
and a thousand times stronger it will become,
until another love walks into your path.
and suffering, never forget suffering,
never forget it. Embrace it,
embrace the pain as fully as you can
and when the time comes,
choose any poem from your heart
and with a smile you'll be ready to depart.
Jul 21, 2014
Jul 21, 2014 at 3:11 PM UTC