#originalpoetry
The echoes of childhood lingered in me,
Like rays in the dark that I rarely could see.
Sometimes they toss my sleep like the sea,
Bringing the sharp shards of childhood to me.
Unnoticed, the river of time flowed away,
The memories drifted and faded unseen.
The warmth was forgot like a dream,
My childhood so far — an abyss in between.
Carried it. Careless. Rushed in the blind.
But fell. Dropped. Only shards left behind.
Gathered by touch, groping deep in the black,
Just cut up my hands — I can't put them back.
Apr 28
Apr 28, 2026 at 12:29 PM UTC
Someone whispered the surest way,
How to count the grey in my hair:
Every promise I did not betray,
Added one more silver there.
Count again? Just a fool's errand.
Scattered thoughts, lost in the din.
When did the last of the red run out?
Could I keep the next one in?
Apr 24
Apr 24, 2026 at 1:36 PM UTC
When in its agony the sphere was torn apart,
From supernova's womb, through icy snarl and frost,
Was born — of giant size, devoid of life and heart,
A monstrous, dead, and dark mineral was tossed.
It had no voice, no goal — a silent, drifting stone,
For millions of long years it drifted here,
The distant galaxies like fading embers shone,
Yet on a newborn star it never fell, this seer.
It witnessed death of worlds and, too, their birthing pain,
Through gravity it carved its own determined road.
And its eternal, endless, and unbroken reign —
A vector that no force could ever, ever goad.
But then — a planet. And a fragile, thin defence,
The layers of the air took the titanic blow.
It did not seek for fame, nor wanted recompense,
It drew the final line and turned to steam in woe.
It vanished. Burning in the atmosphere's embrace,
It never thought the journey's final close
Would be so ordinary, a dull and simple grace,
And in the sky, its fading trail froze.
But down below, in silence of a garden deep,
A man stood watching, breath held, feeling very small.
And in the moment that the giant fell asleep,
He waited for a miracle, and let a whisper fall.
Apr 26
Apr 26, 2026 at 6:49 AM UTC
Hands feel the shake, eyelids drawn low,
The voice was lost, letting the scream go,
Everything filled with weightlessness,
Body lighter than air — numbing the chest.
Can't move — but like taking off with flight,
The cigarette too heavy can't try to light.
The bed like a battlefield: pillows are bastions,
Fortress falls, first moan — and only weightlessness.
It's scary to surrender — will he be mercy?
Give yourself completely, allowing intimacy.
Mixing one's soul with a stranger's soul,
To discover how this could be so.
Apr 25
Apr 25, 2026 at 6:29 AM UTC
Talent or not — the question turns light on:
Did the lines smash feelings walled up in stone?
Smiles blink a little and shine deep in the eyes,
Tiny tears are born, they slightly blur the gaze,
A chill in the chest runs from heat, makes you glow,
Feeling sounds lighter, ready to go.
Then the words were written, aptly and true,
They've brightened around — and carried away you.
Though the author be bald with trendy despair,
His plot would outfox a hundred sly hares —
In the bin the crumpled leaf falls, cast aside,
Read once, then trashed, no wish to confide.
All the rhymes in their place, but the verse is bare —
What's the point if there's nothing there?
Talent is knowing how to set it in motion —
Stay with soul stripped of its skin for your emotion.
Apr 24
Apr 24, 2026 at 11:27 AM UTC
Ah, if only lyric poets hand in hand,
Start to produce texts of the "trend and grand",
Blue with tones, hordes of far-away things —
Waterfall dry will shine on every screen.
In these lyrics, so tender and sweet,
Can these images stand on their feet?
With tiny colors, so bright and so clean —
I'd try to paint them, but ***** the scene.
Apr 23
Apr 23, 2026 at 9:31 PM UTC
How long will it be, how long must we wait?
Here by the shelf we didn't see the gate —
We're beginning to forget the touch of heat,
Dark and forgotten, repeat and repeat.
We huddle and shiver, only cold here,
Inside us some sand — the summer breath,
We remember the spray and the rainbows' kiss,
How they wrapped us in colours, we couldn't miss.
We shelter from thunder, we play in rain,
With us no bad weather, true happiness reigns,
The rain and the puddles, the jumps and we're high —
That world is the one that we need day and night.
We fear that the winter, thief of too much time,
Has let the dear children grow up in a chime.
And they won't put us on over new little feet —
Their small yellow boots, lost in infinite leak.
Apr 23
Apr 23, 2026 at 6:29 PM UTC
Did you collect the songs saying love is sweet?
Or think it's heaven's gift on repeat?
Are you game with a marked deck of cards?
Or are you going to sin in a year's junkyard?
Run, do not stay — it's a demon's teardrop!
If you talk about it and cannot stop —
Then there's no light and lost volition,
'Cause awaiting you is total demolition.
Apr 22
Apr 22, 2026 at 4:45 PM UTC
Oh my handsome tumbleweed,
How I’ve missed you so much.
Tumbling freely, far from greed,
Too distant now to touch.
Body hollowed into a ball,
Oh tumbleweed, remember when you were green?
Why does life have to stall,
My bad decisions fueled by caffeine?
Land traveled as the wind ferried,
Memories flood with quiet ideas,
To a place so light, so airy,
Until you’re nothing left but pieces.
Apr 8
Apr 8, 2026 at 1:05 AM UTC
It was not my responsibility to mourn your pain,
It not my pain to understand.
But you did not know how to heal,
And I could not heal for you.
That leaves someone in misery,
I just don't if it is you or me.
Mar 31
Mar 31, 2026 at 2:22 PM UTC
You were not allowed crayons a child,
In fact you never made a single drawing.
You never knew to draw the sky pink,
Never being innocent enough to imagine the grass blue.
There was only one reality,
One you should not understand.
A child should not understand a world. without fairy tales,
And I am sorry your grass was never blue.
Mar 27
Mar 27, 2026 at 9:59 PM UTC
There is a day it finally stops hurting.
It will be in October,
On a Monday after a unforgiving Sunday
No grant moment of healing,
No final tears shed.
You will wake up early at sunrise,
See the autumn leafs,
And breathe for the first time in a long time.
Everything will be okay when the snow melts.
Mar 26
Mar 26, 2026 at 10:51 PM UTC
One day,
I felt it start to rain inside despite clear skies.
A constant noise,
A chill a child cannot understand.
It made me fear monsters at night,
And ruined the dusty picture books.
And it never stopped pouring.
A rainstorm in childhood,
A hurricane in adulthood,
And a lifetime of begging the rain to run dry.
Mar 25
Mar 25, 2026 at 6:25 PM UTC
When death greets me after my final act,
He will offer a warm smile,
And lead me by the hand.
He will bury me under the old oak tree,
The moon my final view.
I will be buried beneath the autumn leaves,
The leaves a lullaby under the stars.
No regrets,
No guilt in ending the play too soon.
My life was cold,
But the leaves offer warmth I’ve never known.
And when Death buries me beneath those autumn leaves,
I will be granted the rest I deserve
Mar 24
Mar 24, 2026 at 5:11 PM UTC
It is Sunday Dinner,
And you are loved.
Father is coming home soon,
Mother promises to let you help in the kitchen.
Your drawings are hang on the fridge,
And a childhood movie is playing on the old TV.
You are 7 years old,
You are loved.
But you don't remember being 7,
You don't remember Sunday Dinner,
Do you?
Mar 22
Mar 22, 2026 at 2:33 PM UTC
As I lay in our old wedding bed,
I listen as Death quietly calls upon me.
And now a final request.
A pen from our son,
Paper from the sketchbook that captured your final day,
And your wedding ring within reach.
On this paper,
I will pen a description of you.
Words that bleed the beauty you held,
Stanzas that depict the love never forgotten,
Written in the deepest longing literature can convey.
And as I write my final verb,
Death fills my hand with yours.
42 years of waiting a memory,
An eternity ahead,
And evidence of your beauty left behind.
Mar 17
Mar 17, 2026 at 1:09 PM UTC
A christmas tree is a tragedy in July.
In December,
The tree was a symbol of love and hope.
Decorated with care,
Touched by a loving mother's hand.
But December was a long time ago.
Now the tree stands in the corner,
Confined between broken cardboard boxes.
A man leaves,
A woman cries.
And when the door closes,
The tree is not the only forgotten love once shared.
Mar 13
Mar 13, 2026 at 12:51 PM UTC
Stolen on the wings of the canary,
Soaring within the clouds
And bouncing within hidden canopies,
Is a song known only to the sun
And certain flowers.
Trapped, the song pleads
In early morning
And in the dusk of shadows:
“Hear me sing, O lonely forest!”
Yet, sadly, she found there was nobody to serenade.
Frantic, the canary ruffled her feathers,
Searching for just one ear;
One soul willing to listen to her precious
Color held captive.
You see, it was yellow that stole the canary,
For its song had long since seduced her,
Dyeing the white of her genesis golden
After months spent dancing
In tune to swaying southern honeysuckle,
Or simply chasing the setting sun—
Soaking up every sweet note
Of yellow’s orchestra.
Defeated, the canary found a secluded tree
Alone atop a barren mountain,
And sang one final time:
“Hear me sing, O lonely earth,
For I have taken that which is yours and have made it mine!”
She spread her petite wings,
Each feather a ray of sunlight.
“Hear me sing, for you, O mighty mother,
Are the only one willing to listen…”
Then, the canary cried,
And with each tear dropped
Individual notes in shades of yellow,
As her feathers bled, revealing her true self:
A pristine white,
Unblemished by the envy of color,
Finding she was finally satisfied
With her own song.
Feb 26
Feb 26, 2026 at 11:33 AM UTC
Don’t get lost in your pain, know that one day your pain
will become your cure.
The heart is a thousand-stringed instrument
that can only be tuned with love.
Love opens, love transforms,
love shows you the secret door
to the self you never knew existed
I did not love her at first;
I loved what her presence did to me.
Each heartbeat was a question,
each glance a mirror
showing me the secret landscape
of my own soul.
In falling, I rose;
in desiring, I learned;
in knowing her, I discovered myself!!!!!
WORK FROM:
To her who already knows !!
Feb 6
Feb 6, 2026 at 1:42 AM UTC
So many people spend their lives in the past,
I myself am the guiltiest of all in that regard.
I live there rent free,
Day in, day out.
I sleep in ex lovers beds, and wake up in childhood bed rooms.
I break my foot every winter,
And I have that debate that summer I decided to take those pills on July 1st, on an insignificant Tuesday in March.
I live there rent free,
A man of the past and future,
Rarely of the present.
Echoes of hearing “Don't say that to someone who already has a tree picked out” As they refer to me.
So much time lost,
Living in times already gone.
And for the first time,
I'm ready to move on.
Time to stop living in memories.
Though I'll remember it sweetly,
As I make the here and now, my home.
Jan 1
Jan 1, 2026 at 11:54 AM UTC
The sunlight bounced of the windows in a way that not even me or Bryon could find a way to describe.
Nov 17, 2024
Nov 17, 2024 at 11:36 AM UTC
I sit in solitude, my lone silhouette against the horizon.
Not a single soul left, it was just the ocean and I,
and darkness creeps in slowly as if it knew.
I gaze at the shoreline, the very place of
reunion between the waves and the sand.
The place I long to be, since forever.
But, I was forced, boxed, stacked and built upon,
with my body standing tall and firm, against my will.
I wish the waves could engulf me whole, and bring me home.
Oct 28, 2024
Oct 28, 2024 at 6:25 AM UTC
Simon does not say to put yourself down.
Simon does not say to stay silent.
Simon does not say to be the best.
Simon does not say to stop dreaming.
Simon does not say to give up.
Simon does not say to give in.
Society does.
Oct 28, 2024
Oct 28, 2024 at 6:22 AM UTC
I envy your mind. I ponder your past.
Which is the one behind those words?
So deep, so real. Who hurt you?
Oct 20, 2024
Oct 20, 2024 at 5:45 AM UTC
I'm ******** out rainbows
Isn't everybody aware?
I'm sick of crying tears.
I giggle in happy insanity
Because all these colors I'm making make even hell glow
With happiness
Even the devil is swinging on the dance floor with me
So enjoy my show
as my pants fall down
I'm ******** out rainbows
as I'm sick of dropping with a frown
I'm the new clown
In town
I rock the way to happier times as I change rusty and despairing subjects
A giggle from the loon
in the quiet
shall start a chain of giggles in the city
all of us sharing
this magical moment
we take a dump to relieve ourselves of this sadness ****
I'll tell you something
I feel lighter than air
As I leave a trail of colors
Out of my ********
I'm ******** out true happiness from the end of dark madness
I'm glowing from the relief of heavy burdens of sadness
as I am the new life that was always inside of me...
We are all sisters and brothers...
Let us join in
Pants down
We are much bolder than all those stiff others
Just a great show
Because, now, we are all ******** out rainbows.
Mar 27, 2018
Mar 27, 2018 at 7:12 PM UTC