#lostpoems
There might be more, but that’s the beauty of it.
It may get lost; everything is ephemeral,
but in that temporariness, you find beauty.
I wrote, read, shown, then forgotten —
not truly lost, but scattered across memory.
I once discarded poems so I wouldn't grow too attached.
And if I have lost those little poems,
It would not matter in terms of technicality,
Because when I breathed them into existence
Their purpose was to exclaim,
Then disappear.
If the paper that was written on had souls,
Mine would not haunt me,
But sing melodies of a former serenity
That I knew and loved,
And of the muse that I have lost.
Now I just look up at the dark sky
And pretend it is a book of never-ending dreams,
Each star a note, each crack a page,
Each vanished word a spark
That once breathed, lived, and left its mark.
Jan 21
Jan 21, 2026 at 5:02 AM UTC
Hour 17,
well it was another day in misery,
my hunger tempted me to buy food filled with fat and sugar as my wallet was filled with cracks and buggers...naw I’m just playin....,
I realized I’m no step closer to my dream and a career is still unknown like the taste of my next meal or how even when my girl touch me it’s the strangest feel,
reading this alone is a race between chills and tears.
Hour 17,
I’m starting to sleep for hours cause it’s become a repetitive thing,
....I forgot what today was,
my life has become a swat you take for comfort and then leave when it gets old,
how is god even paying me any attention.....I mean listen,
there are struggles I fail to mention,
but leave me on the side mission where there is no travel but weak perks that don’t glisten......
Hour 17,
7 more to go....,
I really wish that time wasn’t this slow....
Feb 19, 2019
Feb 19, 2019 at 4:07 PM UTC