#sadlife
Life is as tear drops of the morning.
When the sun throws its warm kiss
Away to the drop,
It becomes an invisible entity.
Feb 25, 2022
Feb 25, 2022 at 7:31 AM UTC
What do we do,
when we no longer have control,
no longer can say,
do,
or change a thing
about a situation.
We just have to accept it,
as painful as it is.
We need to learn to live with it...
Sep 17, 2020
Sep 17, 2020 at 10:15 AM UTC
Breathing in the fresh air near the trees of serpentine purple,
To inhume the dolour of my dejected loneliness..
In the distressing ire I am that lacustrine,,
Listening the soft lay in the beautiful lea..
People know, my wounds are plumbless,,
No tears in my orbs , seems I am mage....
People here are serpents who don't slay,,
But are giving the bad sempiternal gashes...
Now look at my stygian tenebrous visage,,
From which poesy is flowing with a plashing sound...
You,, know their life was in pitch_dark,,,
Now is lucent and niveous, orgulous!! what I did,,
Those toys of clay rend me savagely,,,
Now my vermilion ichor exhibits the beautiful limn.
People of this era are pitiless,, my dear!!!
Are deceiving ere and after, not caring for eld..
Aug 31, 2020
Aug 31, 2020 at 4:53 AM UTC
Sat in a daydream
Flew far above the clouds
Looking for a definite direction
Navigate life
I saw a beautiful universe
The galaxies were greeting
And the stars were winking
Dear moon ,
Accompany my wounded
Wipe out my sadness
Dear moon,
Radiate your beauty
Cheer me up
Take me along with you
Achieve dreams
Grant my heart
Although in reverie.
Aug 2, 2020
Aug 2, 2020 at 3:57 PM UTC
Life seems beautiful when
I see you smile
Though apart thousands of mile
Life seems ugly when
there is gloom on your face
Even when we are together at a place..
Jun 29, 2020
Jun 29, 2020 at 11:54 AM UTC
She walked alone
Wearing a winter
jacket in fall
Poorly dyed red hair
and old makeup
All she wanted
was to be loved
Feb 1, 2020
Feb 1, 2020 at 4:20 PM UTC
As we all wake up
But we aren't the same
Continuously living the same as we did yesterday
Dying inside cause we feel we have nobody
Everyone not caring what they say
For some people, fight to save their life
Giving her life
Her life is now actually being noticed
Inside her, a fire raged
Joyfully she would lay it all down
Killing her soul softly
Love didn't win
Mending broken hearts
Never thinking of herself
Out of the ashes
Placed others needs before her own
Quitting the pain
Ripping through a past of scars
Shutting out others thoughts
Unlike all the others
Violence would cease
Was it all in vain
Xyst: something she has always wanted to see, now she can
Yellow, blue flowers and many more flowers to see
Zymotic is something she felt
Dec 5, 2017
Dec 5, 2017 at 2:31 PM UTC
It was a Saturday night in the park
his trees were singing
out of tune
his clay pigeons needed to come out
of his closet
for he was parked
on a stool
at his favorite watering hole
amongst a full house
where pairs beat singles
and there he was
shooting blanks
drowning in his sorrows
on his nine lives of lowlife
hoping for a sitting duck in despair
the kind that waddles right up to the Romeo's
with suspense in their hearts
and spontaneity in their wings
a cackle
that he can tackle
to take home
to his garden bed
for him to be fed
but what he got
was for not, naught, knot
wistful thinking
sitting in a bar sinking
for the jukebox played a broken record
finding love in the wrong places
and the joke squarely was on him
for thinking, he could round the bases
looking no further than the escape of his glows
or a crutch of decoys
and sitting ducks
for he was no Romeo
yet
there he was still, like steel,
a stole away in society
forlorn, preserved
like mamas mothballs tucked away
in basement storage
squandering the forage
for there were no triple treats
tonight for him
or forever sounds grim
for his reality check gone dim
or
no eye candy
for his heart beats
no picnic
for his ****
and all the bottled whiskey
could not drown out his pain
as his eyes were slain
as the sitting ducks turned
from his fantasy corner
phantomlike
and though
he's sitting at the bar, a loner
reminded that in cards of life
pairs beat singles
and in his worn hand
familiarly holds a lonely joker
for it's like he tries
and its
like his sitting ducks
are like hoofed deer
and his little sweets,
are spooked
hoofing
away from his
now darken forest
like red ants at his picnic
and the gleam in his eyes turned
to the poorest
its
its
as if his life and watering hole
was condemned
his garden bed cut at the stem
it is as if he has a red vest on
and a rifle don
and all the hoofed deer
panic
looking at him in fear
like he's manic
or maybe it's his eyes
that hold dark skies
he orders another double
trouble
for what else is there to do
on his Saturday night
than to sit in a bubble
forever sounds grim
but sing him a sweet hymn
he says please
to wit as he steals peeks
at the bartenders triple treats
like a bee to a hive
his joker still strikes a beat
if only he can find a bolster
for his gun needs a holster
and a deer in the headlights
would be hard to find
the confession now told, tolled, towed
through tears
the guy in the bar window
is me, sitting
resigned
Logan Robertson
10/18/2018
Oct 18, 2018
Oct 18, 2018 at 6:23 PM UTC
met up with an old friend
Goose-Goose
says he wants to be an artist
born starving,
he says he
wants to be an artist
born starving
his hair,
bleached bone
and bitten-up
brows
looking like a
lead sketch
"am i high-brow yet?
cause i'm
high
but not really, know what i
mean, mean things.
like art,
the girl next door,
and life. yeah
this
this
******** life
that i'm all about.
to change!"
"to change?"
"yeah,
watch me
GO GO GO
like a fuckin'
MAGIC--"
"--marker-lookin ***
"oh"
Apr 3, 2018
Apr 3, 2018 at 7:34 PM UTC
Maraming kainuman
Ngunit konti lang sa kanilay yong kaibigan
Ikaw nga ay seksi
Pero ito namay walang silbi
Kung sa pagdating ng gabi
Wala ka namang katabi
Kasi panandaliang ligaya lang pala ang kanilang habol
Sa kakaunting oras ginawa kalang palang pamparaos
Kasi katawan mo ay pwede nang e.ulam
Pero mukha mo ay parang kinulam
Sa kanyang katawan napapasabi sila,
"Uy, wow. Ang seksi"
Pero pagtingin sa mukha, panay sabi
"I'm fine. Thank you" dagdagn pa ng "sorry"
Feb 17, 2016
Feb 17, 2016 at 6:12 AM UTC
It's a new beginning,
A happy new life
My dreams have new colours
They are more beautiful now
My hopes have new strength
They are stronger now
My mind has new wings
Its flight is higher now.
Life was sad like a cold winter wind
Harsh and dry and blowing hard
Dreams were being crushed like withered leaves
Had no hope, had no zeal
Mind buried under that lonely feel
Heart beating on sad symphonic tunes
And soul calling those cosmic beings
Met them i don't know how,
Talking to them i felt alive,
A lonely spark into fire,
A dreamless man began to aspire,
A foment on my wounds
And a way out of confound
I smiled again
At what I had found
-The ******
Apr 12, 2015
Apr 12, 2015 at 12:16 PM UTC
It was different then,
It was pure then,
It was kind, sweet, new, romantic,
It was good,
Peach lotion,
Distant trees,
Close enough to catch,
Cats, dogs, rats, snakes,
We were part of the world then,
A small part,
But we were in it.
What do we have now?
Nothing but plastic in hand,
Put your shoes on,
Put your virtual toy away,
And,
Enjoy the air,
While there is air to enjoy.
Dec 10, 2014
Dec 10, 2014 at 11:25 PM UTC
Nothing can divide
my love and your lies
From the time you went on one knee
to the promise that we'll forever be
love was all I felt
now lie is all I see
I don't regret
for that will diminish
the value of moments
we lived, loved and shared
the little things
we built, nourished and cared
I still love
the love that we had
My friends hate you now
and call me mad
Because neither they nor you
will ever understand
the love that we had
the love that I have
Apr 9, 2014
Apr 9, 2014 at 10:10 AM UTC