#permanent
Why lotus petals drift?
It’s impermanence’s butterfly dream.
Calmness reflects where
emotions heighten least.
When fluids run deep,
it’s only infatuation—
a dream within a dream.
Sep 14, 2025
Sep 14, 2025 at 4:31 AM UTC
I suffer from an internal judgment
I don't need yours on top of it
With this loser title I'm complacent
Save your beratement
Find some other sucker in their mothers basement
To fold into your statement
Don't play games with a sharp wit
Death is my only engagement
That's the only thing proven permanent
Unconditional love?
Never heard of it
©2024
Dec 29, 2024
Dec 29, 2024 at 2:45 PM UTC
Permanent are
The memories trapped in a scar
And though a few might fade,
It'd be quicker to count every star
At times I don't notice them
Other times they're another prison bar
Attempts to hide them are made
But mummification seems a step too far
In my day to day they are
All I can see,
Haunting my reality
They've stolen the getaway car
And I'll not make it far
In this mangled avatar
©2024
Dec 8, 2024
Dec 8, 2024 at 8:14 PM UTC
I thought you were a tattoo
A permanent mark on my skin
A love that lasts forever
But you were only the ink of a sharpie
After just a few showers
You washed away
Sep 8, 2024
Sep 8, 2024 at 8:40 PM UTC
"You're not a lot of fun to be around" she blurted
Not the first time I've heard it
I went
From being bullied to being A bully, was never meant to be permanent
You can probably guess what temperament brought more enjoyment?
So there's a solid argument to be had for it being a just verdict
But if you've never been in that predicament hold your judgmental hyperbolic rhetoric
Most folks seek out that kind of empowerment but keep it quiet, I'm just admitting it
Look, nobody's perfect but the crime has never fit my punishment
Pushed and shoved "getting back to the old me" to the back burner, against my better judgement
Cause I didn't bother with it any further, now a derelict social misfit
Then when it's my turn to take back the moment
My retort, a one and done statement;
Fck you, fck the planet and fck everyone on it
Easier to parrot that then to admit no one can stand me past the first minute
I don't know if it's the misplacement of hurt and anger, a cover for inadequate social alignment
Or a relentless deep seeded resentment for the general public
Not sure but it definitely feels organic
This old dog ain't capable of learning a new trick regardless of any enlightenment
Kinda sad isn't it?
©2024
Jan 16, 2024
Jan 16, 2024 at 6:30 PM UTC
I can see the
Unfinished man
In pencil
That drawing that's missing
something
The outline of you
The curves of you forming
But still not whole
Still seeing who you might be
What moves you make
I can even see where
You have been erased
Mistakes have been drawn over
Paper is worn a little
Even torn
But
I'll be patient
I'll wait
For you to fill in
Get your lines straight
For you to be complete
And
Drawn in ink
Oct 31, 2022
Oct 31, 2022 at 2:15 PM UTC
it could be a sign;
that the ring
didn't fit easily
on the finger
effort was needed
it had to be forced
or it could
just be temporary
joint effusion
perhaps an unexpected
weight fluctuation
meaning nothing
yet i'll assign significance
to fit the narrative
feed anxieties
and support
a predetermined belief
May 11, 2022
May 11, 2022 at 9:34 AM UTC
There’s something about the bleeding of
a pen through paper and on to
the other side
It gives me
a sense of permanency
Trying hard to stay put
it bleeds for its home
A mother hoping so much
to hold on. Leaves a
mark on their children
A tattoo of trauma
Leaves a mark on your
children
A love so sweet it’s tattoo
permanent mark my skin
with your presence on my
shoulder; permanent
A hope so sweet, I hope it’s
permanent
Bleed through my skin, leave a
splotch like pen to a paper
marking home reminding
you of its permanence
Jul 22, 2021
Jul 22, 2021 at 4:53 PM UTC
I want all my idols to be false
All my effects the placebo kind
All my monuments temporary
My loves the fleeting type
Cause I’ve got bones of gold
And I bend easy
Impermanently made
Permanently desiring
Permanence fearing
So make all my monuments temporary
All my loves the fleeting type
Feb 8, 2021
Feb 8, 2021 at 9:07 PM UTC
when i fell in love
it was not because i was searching
for a soul to patch my wounds
but instead because
you were the first person
that i have ever wanted
to make permanent in my life
m.j.n.
Jan 25, 2021
Jan 25, 2021 at 6:17 PM UTC
Covering the scars splayed across your fingers,
Reminder, of names, sketches, all written down
Just as permanent as the wounds they cover
The only difference is that they're a little bit prettier
Dec 9, 2020
Dec 9, 2020 at 2:37 AM UTC
The layers of skin and sheaths
To cover what lies within.
A heart of stone
and a core of darkness
exists dipped in misanthropy.
Whilst the armor moves,
darkness sprinkles down.
It leaves a trail of iniquity
as it goes by on its way
To the permanent sleep of death.
Nov 3, 2020
Nov 3, 2020 at 12:11 PM UTC
Physical death is permanent.
But emotional death,
(numbness, "feeling dead inside)
Is a starfish.
It can grow back
through a process called support
Oct 12, 2020
Oct 12, 2020 at 7:49 PM UTC
People say we can’t choose who visits us, but it’s our choice whom we will let in. But in my case I have kept my heart open for everyone who barge on my door and knock. I stayed at my place not chasing anyone but because I hoped to be searched, I wanted to be found and the day you came into my life, I welcomed you with open arms because that’s what home should be － to be someone’s shelter and comfort amid the storm.
I remember I asked you about your past relationship and you told me it was the worst. You caught her with another guy and you didn’t make any fuss about it, you were blaming yourself that time and that day I promised I won’t hurt you, that I’ll stay beside you no matter how hard it gets the situation, but deep inside, I wanted to be your permanent address; no matter where you go, I knew you would come back to me because there’s no place like home. I wanted to be your peace where you could find the silence you need and your favorite spot overlooking the city where we could slowly dance the night away; not just a place you could go to because you don’t have anywhere else to stay. I wanted to be the calm in your raging sea, the music that drives you into heaven, and the warmth that you crave for colder days; not just a passerby who would rest on my arms for a while but walk out right away and desert the things we could have been.
I welcomed you with open arms because that’s what home should be －to be someone’s shelter and comfort amid the storm. But I left the door open and decided to leave, because you had the chance to do so.
Sep 2, 2020
Sep 2, 2020 at 11:56 AM UTC
An Invisible permanent scar,
will hitch my wagon to the star.
Some say no time to heal
I say I won't let it make me it's meal.
Some say you need a little brightness.
I say some things are better timeless.
Aug 4, 2020
Aug 4, 2020 at 2:47 AM UTC
We get on the ride
without any maps
or compass to guide us,
we create our own ways
and start the journey.
It could be dangerous,
but I feel safe
sitting beside you
as you take the wheel
and bring us
to somewhere new.
We will watch
every sunrise and sunset
while I rest my head
on your shoulder
and be your permanent passenger.
I want to see
the world with you,
we can go places
that we have never been,
seeing seven wonders,
exploring exotic and historical cities,
capturing priceless moments.
After the long trip,
I will always come back
to your arms,
my comfort place
and waking up
to your face,
my favourite morning view.
Jul 1, 2020
Jul 1, 2020 at 6:40 AM UTC
Leaving you
was
heart-breaking,
soul-breaking -
Everything-breaking.
But in the end,
I’m happy
I got to love you;
You got it, too:
to love somebody -
doesn’t fade from view.
Apr 14, 2020
Apr 14, 2020 at 10:50 AM UTC
You are not what you have been, or are
You are what I have remembered you as-
A carefully curated assortment of
memories
Preserved in my very own imagination
Kept alive within myself
Nourished by a soulful of emotions
Jan 31, 2020
Jan 31, 2020 at 3:25 AM UTC