#lonelypoems
No matter how far we go,
when a life ends
in the deep, dark sea,
where does it return?
Sinking and sinking,
down to the place
no one has ever known—
to the closest point
beneath this planet’s skin,
does it become
a part of it there?
And a life that ends in the sky—
where does it drift away to?
Floating softly,
wandering through the air,
perhaps becoming
a small piece of the wind
that someday passes
quietly by our side.
If so…
that wouldn’t be so bad.
But if a life ends
in that far, faraway universe,
what will become of us?
Far from the home
where we were born,
in that silent, dark expanse—
what could we ever
belong to?
If only we could become
a single flower
on some distant star.
But even that flower
will never be found by us.
In that endless silence,
what will hold us,
what will we rest our hearts upon,
so we may sleep
in peace?
If I truly understood
that longing,
I would pick up my pen,
and gently write
my feelings here.
Nov 23, 2025
Nov 23, 2025 at 9:19 AM UTC
Missing the old hues,
fades through use,
bottom's up
and never down,
got no branches to hold,
please let me know when it is not cold
this was not about one ***
that breaks someone's heart too low
above all the rainbows in the town,
it was hard to left your soul behind
knowing all the memories were left unkind,
maybe part of it blown my mind,
wishing tears were buried inside the eyes,
til time went old, now I shred and choose to be blind
Apr 21, 2019
Apr 21, 2019 at 7:11 AM UTC
as i gaits around the pavement
under the sun with my weary heart
wrapped in my pockets
wind whispers to my ears
lonely tree swayed its branches
sad and blue
leaves fell on the ground
swept by the summer wind
i lift my head up and stretch my arms
gave him a hug
my heart jumped out as he hugged me back
maybe we're gonna be best friends
so I climbed up on him and threw my weary heart into the space
Apr 29, 2017
Apr 29, 2017 at 3:18 PM UTC