#stains
The stains of the past are still there
Like the marks of a coffee cup on the tablecloth
Identifying us for who we are
Teaches us to use a saucer
Our gained knowledge
before leaving more stains
A new year begins
Now we have a chance to start again
This time with more understanding and experience
To guide us through our next trial
Wishing us all the
Success,
Happiness,
Joy
May these future memories last forever
Like the past ones
Jan 1, 2025
Jan 1, 2025 at 7:11 AM UTC
the smoke from my cigarette
stains
I have this smoke
all through my veins
it runs freely whenever it wants
the smoke from my cigarette stains.
the inhale is deep
and the smoke remains.
my lungs are intoxicated
and full of stains.
smoking hot
or smoking cold
I don’t care for seasons
my cigarettes taste good all year round
Aug 27, 2024
Aug 27, 2024 at 4:22 AM UTC
Everything I write is filled with the same,
It's all hurt and pain
And feeling insane
And how I can't stay in my own lane
Continually asking, "what's wrong with this brain?"
While evening else sounds like
Complain
Complain
Complain
It's just easier to remember the rough terrain
And every little stain
Leading me to ask, "why should I remain?"
©2024
Aug 26, 2024
Aug 26, 2024 at 3:24 AM UTC
I melt like ice on a hot plate
Like a candle to a flame
All I know is pain
Though it now sits as an unforgettable stain
The receptors were never meant too sustain
The onslaught like constant rain
Proving to be too much to maintain
I now feel nothing,
Teetering on the cusp of insane
Not unfamiliar terrain
I recognize fears domain
Spent a lot of time on that plane
Where a single step forward is a strain
And one look back can reattach the chain
Scars from a dangerous brain
Are the only parts of the original me that remain
If need be,
Look for my face in the wood grain
©2024
Jul 23, 2024
Jul 23, 2024 at 3:47 PM UTC
Can't dislodge the shiit clot caught in my brain stem
On a marry go round of hell hounds, can't outrun them
I find it strange that a life can be all pain with no gain
I find it strange that nothing remains other than battle wounds and blood stains
The coward in me always wins with it's upper hand
My grand plan is to get my head deeper in the sand
The conversations from both sides of my mouth become simultaneous
Keeping this unstable, rival mindset at bay is strenuous, it's made me venomous
©2024
Jun 26, 2024
Jun 26, 2024 at 1:29 PM UTC
i can cut all the petals off of you,
as viciously as i please....
but what i will fail to accomplish is the pulling of your roots.
They've ran too deep.
and well,
the petals will all return too soon.
and quite frankly
i remembered every color in them, anyway.
close your eyes to the sun, and I promise -
the iris will still feel him.
cowardice
Apr 16, 2023
Apr 16, 2023 at 2:49 AM UTC
I've been fighting with temptation in everyday that I'm
faced with
Resetting my mind
all of my hopes and my dreams
onto the re--placement
Of every loss
And the suicidal thoughts of me
Losing / Control
Still engaged in my mind, I'm inclined
while
Maintaining the goal
of walking down that straight and
narrow road of Life
Because I have a date with Destiny in spite of what is ailing me
in-
Sight
While all the while?
Through the dark of night
I'm forced to fight with many
different things,
With no self-esteem trying to figure out
who to believe
And who to trust and on whom
can I call?
Soul is uncontent to balance the fence
Slowly committed to fall
All while seeing the steady fall
Of my many brethrens called
For the same purpose and the work that was meant for us all
But still my soul fell slowly down
De-pression's Well
Totally left to figure out how to
make it out
Wondering how I slipped and fell?
Fallen waist deep
Lost
within the clutches of grief
With seemingly no way of me finding
an answer,
And no way of me holding my Peace
So as a means of release?
I'm now speaking my Peace
Releasing for this reason having the means
of picking up the
Spiritual Pieces
And putting it all back together using it for what it's worth
Visualizing the Holy theme giving birth to revive my hopes and
Dreams
But these dreams are not seen through the eyes of surprise
But only seen through the joyfulness of watching our spirits
Rise
Riiising out of the ashes where the
fearfulness is cruel and savage,
Out of the madness where the hopelessness is the rule of sadness
Escaping the Pain
No longer bond under heavy
Locks and Chains
No more wounds to be healed
No wounds to seal
No bandages with
-Stains-
May 8, 2022
May 8, 2022 at 12:27 AM UTC
on the wall
hung a clock
melting in the day's ire
running toward the ground,
it ran fast sometimes
and occasionally
mind numbingly sluggish
in the washbasin
the rags i wore
soaked in a soapy stillwater
waiting for the wash
that these tired hands
must do
these blemished hands
how they hurt
strained from work
like the oil stains
on his shirt
they are worn
they are torn
and are without comforting
though his resolve is strong
his will is weak
from the havoc wreaked
from a life of low pay
struggling to live
week to week
knowing you deserve better
Apr 1, 2021
Apr 1, 2021 at 11:33 AM UTC
Blank paper
So pure
Let me corrup you with thoughts
And stain with blue scars
Dec 5, 2020
Dec 5, 2020 at 6:45 PM UTC
It runs through it's masters veins
With a thick consistency that stains
The journeys that it usually takes
Often are in snowy plains
When it stops, it makes chains
Of epic tales that advance our brains
After the centuries it remains
To help us in the quest to obtain
The knowledge we seek to retain
Nov 12, 2020
Nov 12, 2020 at 5:49 AM UTC
I try to forget about
the things that I’ve done,
and sometimes I can
but when I get home,
I see that my bad decisions
are still stained into
my bedsheets.
Oct 18, 2020
Oct 18, 2020 at 2:03 AM UTC
Blood is thicker than water,
But blood dries and crusts up and stains
And inevitably turns a dull brown,
While water flows forever
And wipes the stains away,
And when it dries it’s only a matter of time
Until it rains again!
Jul 15, 2020
Jul 15, 2020 at 7:24 PM UTC
Fat sounds, and fingers
spread ugly phleghming sharting stains on
Cotton, shiny white and new. And
Spit and ***** books a slot on,
Saturdays outfit change and
Its ok.
Jul 11, 2020
Jul 11, 2020 at 8:41 AM UTC
She wished to paint with watercolors
because they bled all over the paper
Like her emotions bled all out of her wrists
but never out of her mouth
She wished there was a way to be beautiful
and still tell the truth of her messy, wild life
She was reaching for her razor blade
When the watercolors called to her
There is a better way
There is an easier way than this, they whispered
She wanted to believe it
but didn't know if it was worth the risk
didn't want to look weak
There was no pain involved in this new way
Only beauty bleeding from her heart
Instead of her skin
Was it worth it?
to leave paint stains rather than scars on her arms
May 27, 2020
May 27, 2020 at 10:16 PM UTC
A memory abound in the people here
Leaving behind a trace of their fears
Don’t mark me if you plan to leave too soon
And see me only when my plants are in bloom
A thousand beings, in my life
Staining me with tears and strife
Don’t take a main part of my home
If soon you’ll go back to roam
— OrcasTogether
May 25, 2020
May 25, 2020 at 8:08 AM UTC
My blood is an obsidian color
I bleed words on paper
Prisoner to my mind for eternity
Ink stains branded on my heart
May 13, 2020
May 13, 2020 at 1:35 PM UTC
one might say 'it was a good day',
had some eye contact with ernest hemingway
[only his books of course, not his face],
also a large amount of caffeine,
while listening to the beatles 'yellow submarine'.
a teaspoon of long forsaken melancholy,
longing for joy and mischievous folly.
and all that remained
in my sorrowful mind to contemplate
were two cloud-shaped coffee stains.
one was bright, the other frail.
two might say 'it could be a fairy tale'.
only
that it was not.
© fey (23/09/19)
Feb 23, 2020
Feb 23, 2020 at 4:02 PM UTC
I open my eyes,
Flip the pages,
Stop by the one with the coffee stain,
There's a killing pain.
I close my eyes,
and read the verses of the poetry,
Word by word, Crystal clear
There's your memory
It's haunting me.
I open my eyes,
The page remains,
There lay the letters smudged
By not just the coffee stains,
But dried blood from my veins.
Oct 7, 2018
Oct 7, 2018 at 2:21 AM UTC
i can see you in the stains on my glasses.
Sep 9, 2018
Sep 9, 2018 at 1:49 AM UTC
quills unburdened cuts
small as threads
some words are better left undone
then said
little by little
day by day
but for paper they’re scars
that won’t fade away
each beat is stained
flowing with ink
but it goes more unnoticed
than you think
even if they try to mend those
they seep through
papers pages will never
be brand-new
Sep 8, 2018
Sep 8, 2018 at 1:28 AM UTC
flames and ice
the river flows
still picture
highlighted features
all the arrangement
all on its places
but in the end
rich stains
is all that remains
ruining the perfection
Apr 16, 2018
Apr 16, 2018 at 10:59 AM UTC
i am
just another stain
another ****** stain
on a shirt
on a bandage
dripping onto the floor
because no one caught it in time
another stain to wipe away
i am
just another mark
another ****** mark
on my bed
on my hands
dripping onto the floor
because it hurts to open my mouth
another mark that just won't scrub out
i am
just another cut
another ****** cut
on my arms
on my legs
dripping onto the floor
because feeling pain is better than feeling nothing
another cut that won't heal right
Mar 28, 2018
Mar 28, 2018 at 3:45 PM UTC
I have stained thy name with sin,
Stained thy lips with lustful kisses,
I have messed up your innocent memories
With all the thrusting and throbbing
You go through at night
While all you seek is to sleep peacefully by my side
We have stained my bedsheets,
You do it out of love
But I seek to break your body,
Because someone broke my heart
Feb 11, 2018
Feb 11, 2018 at 2:25 PM UTC
I am stained
Stained by the past
Stained by my desires
Stained by my failures
Stained by my broken dreams
Stained by what could have been
Stained by "what if"
The tears that fall down my face are black ink
The trail of tears stain my cheeks
Sharp, painful, visible
Yet I am invisible
No one else can see my stains
My pains
My sins
But I see them everyday, every second
The mirrors curse my visage
I am stained
Feb 20, 2018
Feb 20, 2018 at 7:40 PM UTC