#tearful
It feels like a foreign hand
Squeezing my heart blue
Like a voice behind my ears
Whispering delusional thoughts
A lump in my throat
As memories flashed endlessly
And my hands kept grasping
For a habit that is no longer there
My body is wired awake
Survival mode just for basic needs
The exhaustion around my eyes
Aching and red of tearful nights
A forced smile to roleplay
Faking that I am doing fine
A whimpering voice from myself
That I no longer recognized
And now I know how it feels
To be broken by you
Mar 12
Mar 12, 2026 at 4:22 PM UTC
_I have no fears in life. Except for failure.
I have no fears towards death. Except not living fully.
Save The Children
Do NOT Let The Empire Fall.
We are raising the next Kings and Queens
of the upcoming generation under new world order.
I am ready to take down all walls.
I'll continue my way until the final call.
The end for me, is not by departure by death.
I will honorably fight for
all your values until my last breath!_
Jul 31, 2022
Jul 31, 2022 at 11:51 AM UTC
Oh how I yearn for Serendipity-by-the-Sea,
Pristine sands aglow under a deep blue sky,
Crabbing and kite flying, every day a perpetual cream tea,
Never mind the bites and stings, the sunburn and occasional tears, the hours flew deliciously by,
Oh how I yearn for Serendipity-by-the-Sea, in sweet memory of a lost childhood
Oh how I yearn for Serendipity-by-the-Sea,
Endless games and innocent playful frolics,
Hide and seek in the dunes, eyes barely covered and a speedy count to twenty,
Mum and Dad fussing and fretting, always late for the midday picnics,
Oh how I yearn for Serendipity-by-the-Sea, in sweet memory of a lost childhood
Oh how I yearn for Serendipity-by-the-Sea,
Rainy days didn’t stop the fun, funfairs and arcades beckoned,
Never managed to hook those ****** cuddly toys, made Dad so angry!
Waste of time and money Mum always reckoned,
Oh how I yearn for Serendipity-by-the-Sea, in sweet memory of a lost childhood
Oh how I yearn for Serendipity-by-the-Sea,
Harmless nostalgia or dangerous reverie?
Perhaps things were never as I imagined them to be,
But I ache for those happier days, and ease this endlessly painful adult misery,
Oh how I yearn for Serendipity-by-the-Sea, in sweet memory of a lost childhood
© Robert Porteus
Sep 8, 2020
Sep 8, 2020 at 8:39 AM UTC
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Sep 6, 2020
Sep 6, 2020 at 2:26 PM UTC
We love the rain
Not because we can hear the sky
But that we can see her thoughts
Aug 27, 2019
Aug 27, 2019 at 8:35 AM UTC
Sadness
Unbearable, depressing
Cry, hide, whisper
It made me feel small
Sorrow
Sep 18, 2018
Sep 18, 2018 at 11:17 AM UTC
I’ve escaped, slipping through a narrow crease.
Here I was, trapped by every emotion.
One instant, overwhelmed here’s my release!
Intensely, feelings put me in motion!
Slowly traversing flesh from which I came,
Others like me sharing in my descent.
Mortal grief and elation all the same,
I can never know what my presence meant.
Unwelcome, destined to be wiped away.
I was fine, watching the world in my eye,
Bewildered, thousands of feelings per day,
Now no more, which feeling bid me goodbye?
I come in truth impossible to lie,
And oh so hard to hide when I appear.
Wish someone would have warned me she would cry,
I’m nothing but a single wasted tear.
Aug 27, 2018
Aug 27, 2018 at 9:39 PM UTC
I wish I wish with all my heart
To be someone’s sacred art
But unlike legends and fairytales alike
It’s not so linear, it’s a hike
I wish I wish to be invisible
When I enter a room to be easily resistable
But for some reason I can’t attain that
I wish I wish for a quick easy death
To never breathe another breath
But I guess I’m just too scared to jump
Aug 11, 2018
Aug 11, 2018 at 6:32 PM UTC
Sudden silence, unsaid goodbye
hurts me all the time.
Why do you have to close your eyes
before they could meet mine?
Why do you have to take back your words
before I could find their rhyme?
Pleasing gestures, caressing language
break me for the first time.
You wrote the last chapter
when the story gets interesting
You clenched your fist
when our fingers almost intertwined
Sweet beginning, tearful ending
all at the same time.
You blew the flame
when it's about to **** the dim
You buried me deep
while my breath is taking you in
Oh wistful memory,
Why do you have to leave
when I have already taken risk?
Apr 26, 2018
Apr 26, 2018 at 5:06 AM UTC
Maybe it was the first time I thought about death.Maybe it was the first timeI wished I could die.Maybe it was the first time.I actually tried to **** myself.or the next few times.
I ask myself why I didn't succeed the first time
Or the next.What's the point of living.When I died inside the first time death crossed my mind.
Its like I'm waiting for the end desperately.I fear that one day I'll force it on my self.Is it true some people die before their time?Should I call them lucky?
What is the point of living.If every day I feel lost, lonely, empty.....What is the point in believing.
When every day reminds me I've failed.Searching impossible sources for happiness...Being reminded daily that sadness and bad things happen.
They say I am ungrateful and difficult.Every one only sees the things I want as exaggerating life.Do they ever wonder what their words do to me?Do they ever worry that I feel rejected and alone?Do they ever miss me when I am out of sight?
Whats the point in staying here if I'll never belong?
I have thought about therapyTelling a stranger my sad damaged mind....Because I feel so depressed right now and I have felt like this for so long I am just tired to having to hold back the tears when all I want to do is scream and die.
Mar 9, 2018
Mar 9, 2018 at 4:13 AM UTC
of tearful air
the sky is on this very day
of tearful air
drops being shed in an unhappy fair
the saddest mood there to display
as if nature had turned gray
of tearful air
Jun 28, 2017
Jun 28, 2017 at 11:31 PM UTC
A wicked woman told my love, **** him and you will be free."
My love paused, and the wicked woman's old twig of a finger pointed off to me.
Love walked to me with tearful eyes, as if she had no choice.
I smiled wryly and told her in the softness of my voice, "Let it be done, and be free.
No sword is long enough to show my love for thee. No dagger, short enough to match my heart's beat.
So please my love, take your choice of my death. Choose what would be fit."
She didn't hesitate, just cry. She, slowly lifting a mirror from the dust.
I don't know why I felt I must, but I wiped the tears away just to savor her touch.
I looked into her sad blue eyes, just for one more glance. Then I shut my own.
I could feel her lift the mirror, this was her chance, let it be known.
A crashing blankness came down on me, soon after the last things I heard.
"I'm moving up, and you're moving down." These were her last words.
I didn't understand them then, but now I think I know.
She will one day be in the warm light, while I'm still stuck in the cold indigo.
I'd always run up the down escalator, like a crazy kid.
She always said, one day I'd trip.
And now I finally did.
Jan 5, 2014
Jan 5, 2014 at 6:31 AM UTC