#sobs
I remember that night
It was full of light
People laughed
And I smiled
You walk to me
A shining smile
Ear to ear
A face of tall tales
You took my hand
I looked into your eyes
I was drawn
But then I realized
Your charm, your grace
I was almost entranced
But I knew clearly
This wasn't right
You're too old
I'm too young
But you tried
To force down your tongue
I cried,
Yes I cried,
You leave me,
"You're not mine"
You were too strong
I was too weak
You dragged me
By my pant's seams
We were in bed
Your fingers on me
But oh Lord
I make my plea
She forced me
She told me
No one would care
No one would try
Besides, I'm a guy
She's a gal
If we were tried
They'll say:
"Why didn't you try?
She's just a woman,
You're a fool,
A disgrace"
I'm not her man
I'm not a man
Just some boy
With a broken wing
She was my Lord
She was the Queen
Me? Well...
Just a pleb
So it didn't even matter
Cause why not?
She's reclaiming the power
Her people lost
January 5th,
I walk to my room
Breathing in the cold air
For it will be my last
A rope around my neck
Tears in my eyes
I told the truth,
But they said it was a lie
Now I call Death,
Oh beloved Death
To take me
As her lover
The pain was too much
The insults too many
I'm a man
They say in envy
I shall never fly
I shall never soar
She clipped my wings
My lust, my soul
I breathe my final breath
Lord forgive me,
But after her
I know hell
Jul 4, 2025
Jul 4, 2025 at 4:15 PM UTC
it hurt when you didn't say i love you
of course, it hurt
but i was so good at hiding my feelings
too good
i laughed it of and later we joked about it
but as soon as i was alone
my smile broke and i heard my violently sobs becoming louder and louder
but not a tear came
i was cold
a limp human body without a soul
Apr 12, 2021
Apr 12, 2021 at 1:34 PM UTC
Seven years of loneliness
Seven years if emptiness
Seven years of misunderstandings
Seven years of discouragement
Seven years of self hatred
Seven years of failures
Seven years of jeer
Seven year of fear
Seven years of lost cheer
Seven years is all it took
To make me strong and then weak again
To make me loose my own self
To make terror take away the sound of sobs
To make me dead inside but alive outside
I fought in the storm, fought in the battle of pain
But I came out stronger and braver
These years were not capable of
Taking that glimmer of hope away
Stopping me from dreaming
Stopping me from living
Stopping me from hard work
Seven years is all it took
To ruin my life but give me the most beautiful meanings
To make me realise that
Without hard work, nothing grows but weeds.
Despite how frenzied these years were
This artistic destruction will always be a part of me
Dec 18, 2020
Dec 18, 2020 at 12:02 PM UTC
my words
they can't escape through my sobs
i've tried to tell you countless times
but they are trapped in my throat
trying to make their way out through my gasps of air
im choking on all the things i want to say to you
Jan 27, 2019
Jan 27, 2019 at 8:14 PM UTC
shadows and silhouettes
dancing on the ceiling.
blinding blue lights
circle the bathroom mirrors
stained with purple lipstick.
silent vibrations from your phone
blocked by the shower’s storm
and overflowing sink water.
spilled lotion bottles
and untouched lemon wicks.
wadded tissues
colored in colorless tears
drowning in puddles
of the bathroom tiles.
girls’ giggles in the room next,
moaning through the right wall,
and sad chocolate eyes
abandoned behind the shower curtains.
wet hair, wet mascara, wet sobs;
your sad chocolate eyes
trapped in a nightmare.
Oct 22, 2018
Oct 22, 2018 at 10:41 PM UTC
He thought everything was alright
since he never heard her sobs.
So he went on with his life after
a halfhearted apology.
And she went back to bed
filling her favorite pillows
with her silent sorrows.
Oct 22, 2018
Oct 22, 2018 at 1:24 PM UTC
So smooth with my words, but not caring when it counts
The many times we kissed, i don't know the amount
So drawn in by your whisper
So engaged in everything you said
R.I.P to my heart, because that part of me is dead
what lead me to this point, what put me in this position
Had me concentrating on you, hopefully wishing
So smooth, the way i approached you, so eager with the way i grabbed you
I knew from that day on i didn't want to be without you
You lucked up this time, but i never gained closure
because i never wanted to let go, i just wanted to get closer...
Mar 27, 2018
Mar 27, 2018 at 2:54 PM UTC
seeing my grandmother cry herself to sleep
because she had to bury her lover 6 feet deep
a feeling that makes me cry myself
I never thought I'd have to feel
my poor grandmother feels so alone
I would do anything to help her heal
she wakes up each morning
completely in ignorant bliss
forgetting about the sobs in her sleep
without her husband's goodnight kiss
moving around keeps herself busy
drinking alcohol every night to make her dizzy
once the thoughts slow down
and her mind comes to relief
she must think about her deceased husband
crying in disbelief
she longs for connection
from the family who still lives
asking them to come around
before her heart gives
living through the days she tries so hard
but she struggles to visit his garden in the backyard
he still lives around their home
leaves his shoes by the front door
she will never be rid of him
her love for him lasting evermore
I wish I could help her
I think about her every day
and how my poor grandpa
never meant to make her feel this way
Mar 26, 2018
Mar 26, 2018 at 4:15 PM UTC
Trapped behind these lies.
living in my world of deception.
Silence screams, ears bleed
Muffled sobs
Be who you are.
But I hate who I am
I am not good enough.
But you are enough she weeps.
Oct 17, 2013
Oct 17, 2013 at 3:00 PM UTC
the current flows rapidly down my cheeks
and my eyes puffy like balloons
my face quivering, the sobs erupting from my mouth
my knees weak
my heart shattered
i tell myself i shouldn't cry
that i'll be okay
but how do i know that?
how do i know that this hurt is going to stop?
what if it never stops?
is it like a toothache?
the pain comes and goes, only getting stronger and stronger until you have to get it taken out?
what if i can't remove this pain like i can my tooth?
what if this ache in my heart won't heal and the crack will never mend?
who am i to know what my heart wants?
maybe it's tired of my reckless decisions and has decided that it doesn't want to be healed
maybe it will stay this way and prepare for the next wave of pain to come just like that toothache
but...
what happens when the pain is finally too much?
can i die from a broken heart?
how will i prepare for another love?
how do i know that this is the one?
how do i know that he loves me?
how do i know when it's finally going to end?
how...
Jun 7, 2017
Jun 7, 2017 at 12:42 AM UTC
I remember getting THAT call... every second.
I remember the STING of the cold air, against my skin.
The JAGGED stains of dirt on my jeans
When I FELL to the solid ground.
...Like I was just STABBED.
Dirt COVERED my hands, that could be mistaken for blood.
I could HEAR the sound... of my heart shattering.
An EXCRUCIATING wave of pain.
I couldn't BREATH.
Choking out tears & Stifled SOBS, until I was nothing.
But, a SMALL mess on the cold ground.
My eyes flicker OPEN,
"Did I JUST die? Am I dead?"
I FELT dead, and empty.
I feel an AWFUL numbness, take over MY body.
I look AT the sky, through scattered tree limbs.
Specks of WHITE fall on me.
My hot face stings WITH every speck.
...with EVERY newly made snowflake
I now see MY breath in front of me.
Staring at the SNOW as it falls.
I am nothing but a SHELL,
I am NOTHING without her.
I live FOR her.
So... HOW do I learn to, live without.
I wish for DEATH.
But, I get CONSTANT waves of numb and empty pain instead.
I hate HER and I can't stand her.
...But I NEED her.
So, NO matter how much she hurts me.
I'd APOLOGIZE for it, and she's killed me so many times.
That if she got MY blood on HER hands, I'd clean them.
I just CAN'T un-love her.
Oct 15, 2015
Oct 15, 2015 at 12:06 PM UTC
nothing is more heart-wrenching than me-without-you.
Jul 4, 2014
Jul 4, 2014 at 3:32 PM UTC
Writing poetry has changed me a lot
since i became a subject of the material,
and my words are more fixed and flawed
than myself.
They flow from line to rhyme,
stabbing me into the heart
a hundred pages of thoughts
is spinning so fast
that i can barely catch any of it
if it really means
a lot to me.
It is as to flood me into downpour with it
from the Sun
yet the typical look reflected on a mirror
reminds me of who i really was
and nothing can be re-written from a history.
No roses can blossom without a rain, they said,
like they babbles up themselves to say
in front of enemies
that every petals are new-born warriors
and
the rest of the past was the biggest blur
as if they were dropped directly into
a wrong time, at a wrong place,
like it's made by fairy tales.
May 9, 2014
May 9, 2014 at 8:19 PM UTC