#melacholy
Whispering winds and rustling trees,
The grass, a bench and quiet pleas.
A solace found, where sorrows nest,
My weary heart, finds silent rest.
A sturdy bench with its wooden frame,
Supports the weight of heavy shame.
Overcast mind and thoughts in storm
The bench suspends my melancholy form.
Outside of these internal struggles,
Happiness is everywhere, its me with these troubles.
Family picnics, kids play on the hill,
Friends laugh together, as I sit frozen still.
How do they do it, I can't help but wonder,
they dance in the sun, while I'm stuck with the thunder.
No sadness is seen, just smiles and glee,
I see that it is possible, but is it possible for me?
But then I remember, as the day comes and goes,
We all have our moments, the highs and the lows.
Today I am here, sat alone in the rain,
But Tomorrow I'll dance in the sunshine again.
Sep 27, 2023
Sep 27, 2023 at 7:53 AM UTC
I want to be free
Free to be myself
Free to be okay with
noticing you notice me
I want to be okay
with my silhouette
I don't want to get over it
I want to be okay
I want to laugh
Laugh at me, I want to be silly
I want to feel happy
I'll never understand why
I cry and cry
I refuse to accept me
So I'll never be
what I wanted
I guess that's alright now
I'm still learning
What I'm supposed to know
I am not so good at being me
I'd like to switch places
instead I'll sleep
Sep 17, 2022
Sep 17, 2022 at 1:32 AM UTC
Depression, anxiety, suicidal thoughts,
My mind, my body it -rots-
As I rot I think, who’s done this to me?
Whoever it is, is now my enemy.
To be so cruel, so harsh,
As to make my mind feel like -marsh-
But now as I lay in bed,
I realise, the only enemy I have is my head.
Oct 2, 2020
Oct 2, 2020 at 3:49 AM UTC
Daylights were so much
than expensive goldbars
with your arms securing my chest
in the twenty-fifth of May
covered with comfy bedsheets
and you as my everyday scenery,
my healthy breakfast,
my vitamin A.
But nightfalls were so much
unaware than missed shooting stars
in clouded firmament
with your eyes refused to stay
growing cherry blossoms
as I hope that your feet
became regretful
for stepping to the nothingness
to the process of forgeting
until to the complete unknown
— marion.
May 25, 2020
May 25, 2020 at 11:01 AM UTC
I fell for it again
So here I am
Laying in bed
Wondering
Why?
Why don't you love me?
Or did you love me at all?
Your love disguised in alibis
ramshackles my mind
I love you more than words could describe
I love you more than this world could understand
I fell for it again
So here I am
Writing you another poem
Feeling like a ghost
As you see right through me
As you walk right pass me
I fell for it again
And I've discovered a theory
I'm not afraid of heights
It's the impact that scares me
I fell for it again
Alessandra, I fell for you again.
Jan 11, 2016
Jan 11, 2016 at 3:51 AM UTC
smiles
this six letter word...
how come it means so much?
does it mean...
happiness?... joy? ...gladness?
does it mean only these things?
I'm afraid often now
smiles are used for other purposes
to agree... to inspire...
to manipulate... ... to Hide.
when did it become so hard to smile
To tell you the truth, I don't know either
smiles with ease now for me
is just a mere memory of what
is once a beautiful thing
me, my friends & my family shared
before.
I may have smile now
but its surely different.
not like before...
everything then was so...
bright, colorful, calm, and easy
when did it become so dark and lonely
smiles ... smiles ... smiles ...
would you please...
bring back...
my smiles
Oct 5, 2015
Oct 5, 2015 at 10:27 AM UTC
At work we groan, fake . . .
Only dream never to fly, shake,
. . . Sounds wild geese make.
Feb 5, 2015
Feb 5, 2015 at 6:50 PM UTC
Woodpecker reminds . . .
Aches are long in last season,
. . . Knocking on old tree.
Jan 27, 2015
Jan 27, 2015 at 3:45 PM UTC