#unending
It started slowly, lips on a glass,
liquid poison flowing,
one led to another,
as if the burn might quiet
the storm behind my eyes.
Mingling at the bar,
hoping not to be alone
among the crowd,
yet still alone.
Voices flaring all around,
laughter buzzing like insects
against dim neon light.
I smiled when I had to,
nodded when I didn’t,
letting the night drag me
where it wanted,
not where I chose.
Unable to remember,
memory’s flickering
Flashbacks returning,
the missing events.
The journey home unknown,
a blank space
where hours should be.
Not a touch,
not a drink,
a piece of me
I never offered,
gone before I knew
it was missing.
Awoken in pain,
the room too still,
the silence too sharp,
and the night behind me
holding something
it took without permission.
Mar 5
Mar 5, 2026 at 5:17 PM UTC
We ended
And
You brought
The period
With you
It left a trail
Of words
I write
To you
As poetry
Now
They're never complete
Without it
This poem is unending
A misery
Sep 27, 2025
Sep 27, 2025 at 11:14 AM UTC
My Mouth and My Mind, Contradicting
My Eyes and My Ears, Fading
My Tongue and My Nose, Reeking
My Teeth and My Body, Decaying
Because through the thick passage in life,
and the thin line in death
All of what I am will perish,
But my soul will live on, Unending
Apr 25, 2025
Apr 25, 2025 at 5:32 PM UTC
Dusk is a promise of Dawn
As long as Life is LORD
And night can be long
As it was once years ago
A day in many thousands
An utterly unworldly terror
Or briefly: Old to New Moon
Or Three Days and Nights
Evil prophesies and rejoices
At Dusk, Night without End
Indeed it shall be, a Shadow
Of Day, A Day without End
Jul 17, 2024
Jul 17, 2024 at 7:40 AM UTC
Descry the glittering sand,
Every coin is vestal, unused.
He cast unto the well,
Uttering a spell
That dwindled on his aching lips.
Amiss, his voice does not graze
Her conscious divination.
A thousand times again,
He strives-
Just for a spare thought.
But the fool, consumed, controlled
Wallows in the walls
She sculpts around him.
He begins to work away the vines
Of her honied tendrils.
Yet, each finger twined of gossamers,
Drenched in delirium.
Nay, she rejects his presence.
But grants her endless visitations
As a specter, with a Faustian kiss.
He drinks of her,
To parch his arid throat.
Remote, he holds the seed
Which festers within.
Forever.
Jan 30, 2021
Jan 30, 2021 at 9:00 PM UTC
This loop of unending unity
for the moment I put it on,
never has it left the
digit of my palm..
mostly due to the time of
our unity I have gained many
a pound, and my
sticks became sausage fingers.
though it has bent it has never
broken like our unity.
We mould to the changing of time..
And I still love you more than when
I put this halo of
love upon my palm....
Jun 6, 2020
Jun 6, 2020 at 3:50 PM UTC
I*t is unknown that gets me of this
A veil, a world beyond exists
Life and reel both
Shows the stills of the worst
But no more
Could mean way more
In ways no one will understand
About what this i*s
A r*elief to all unending pain
A permanent erase to all thoughts in brain
harsh reality to those still living
The real problem is in breathing
Liberation and freedom
Aren't for the living
Part of brave around
The chances are faint*.
A f*orever is a promise
Not to believe in
Wonder to eyes
All good lies
Simple truth
Is too good for us
Not edible enough
God don't need us*.
N*ot here not there
Only best get vacancy
Heaven is housefull
Seven hells down
The burns and fiery thirst
don't stop
Ignition on
You were bad
When you had the chance*.
Apr 17, 2019
Apr 17, 2019 at 1:52 PM UTC
sometimes love's just broken
you're not sure how to fix it
not sure if you should nix it
sometimes love calls out from far away
you're not sure what to do
not sure what to say
sometimes love keeps calling you back
you're not sure where to go
not sure, yes or no
sometimes love just wants you
sometimes you want love
sometimes love makes no sense
sometimes love is ordained from above
sometimes love don't feel like love
sometimes love follows me
sometimes love can last
sometimes love won't leave me alone
sometimes love won't pass
Jul 31, 2018
Jul 31, 2018 at 10:48 PM UTC
A phoenix is...
Extended ash, through unending life,
Darkness clouds the happiness of distant days, as eternal life
might be cursed by the flames of hell, yet she is always resurrecting,
Like a spectator, she watches life rise and fall, alike day and night,
Comparable to the smoke which thins it's trail as it travels into the distant sky, yet never truly dying never truly disappearing, living on.
Such is the fate of one who is imperishable, it is alonely existence,
Scared to bond but filled with hope she keeps her head up high,
Because the majestic, azure sky is always a source of hope and bliss,
This makes her fight on, although this battle will never end,
Believing there is a future, in which she someday will rest happily,
Misery and hatred burn up in her flames, which then fall into the darkness of a deep sin which has found its occurance in the long past,
As her body scorches into a blaze of immortality, recurring memories soar, illuminating the land and guiding her through the long night,
Even if all what is lost can be found again, it will perish, transiently.
For now all what is left, is but immortal smoke.
~ Umi
May 6, 2018
May 6, 2018 at 2:18 PM UTC
Our Eyes, our precious eyes, God´s comfort
they are the windows to our heart
God will never take away this greatest valuable support
He is healing all the ailing parts
He is a God of Greatest Love
His Residence is straight above
We can never imagine His Love for us
so greatest, that surpasses truly all things with plus
believe in Him as a child is truly a must
my heart is crying all the time, my dearest Kim
terrible monsoon inside all parts
please, know that all poets here love you very much to the brim
and we all pray for your well being
hear the beating of our praying hearts....
created with love,
Sylvia Frances Chan
May 4, 2018
May 4, 2018 at 12:57 PM UTC
You came closer, to me--
But still there was distance,
I fall in love with you,
As sleep to a fatigue *****
Perhaps the sky don't need the land,
In the way you were needed to me;
Perhaps the moon-lit-light is not so loving to a dark night sky;
As you were to me!
Wishing to speak and behold your hand once again,
But it is a love, which is never to begin.
I seemed to have been collided with your fragrance,
And forget about all my sadness!
I began to make a 'necklace of poems' for you, that you took as a gift,
And in a return gift, that age-old pain,
My spellbound heart had received!
I even forgot the way of coming back,
While having a walk with you...
And now you left me alone here,
Writing something like my name,in the sands of your love.
Our incomplete love, will not be completed ever,
And you become an image,
What I'll remember forever.
___Sougat Dasgupta.
Jan 25, 2018
Jan 25, 2018 at 9:49 PM UTC
A lot has been written about monotony
Here I’m only trying it from my vision
It won’t differ much from yours
But even monotony comes in different flavors
Mine is bland. Unimaginably bland.
So much, that I fear the day I spit it out,
it will leave me bitter
I make feeble attempts to break it
A lot like a fifty year old couple argue & fight
They are not trying to spice things up
Just sorting the disagreements and inconveniences that crop up, further strengthening their bond
Each one is a proven pain in the other's ***
But it is familiar, comforting pain
Losing track of the days that I lost
The days they come and go so fast
I’m preparing myself better for the days to come
‘Every new day is an opportunity lost. So you’ve got to seize every opportunity.' I was advised..
It was 00 hours when I woke up
from my untimely slumber to start
this new day on this new note
Although I’m skeptical of the meaning of new day
I don't think they meant it in the technical sense
The day they were referring to probably begins
when the sun shines so bright that it is hard
to keep your eyes closed and pretend to be asleep
In a semi awakened state,
you clasp your genitals,
then scratch them,
stroke your stiffness,
wipe the drooling mouth
or partake in other preferred activities
in any order you deem fit
and thereby amass the requisite energy
to seize the day by the *****
Me,? I’m not really a morning person
It takes a couple of hours for nausea to subdue
After I spat all the toothpaste residue
So I take this to be the start of yet another day which has begun,
and will roll,
with reasonable certainty,
just the same way as did yesterday
Or the day before
Or a day the week before
But I wasn’t here since the beginning of time
I grew from a microbe to a maniac
So I know this is just a phase that will pass
But I can’t seem to place
the beginning or end of it
Shedding hairs, bloating with worries and fat
I came to the sudden realization
that this will soon end
Whether I like it or not
Whether I force it or not
It will come to an end
Like every other thing that started
Here I am, waiting for it to unfold
Like the spectator I’ve always been,
passive with fear and with justifiable cowardice
Dec 6, 2017
Dec 6, 2017 at 12:24 AM UTC
hungry for the tons of resources
that lay beneath the
ground
hungry for them and looking
to find what else can be
found
the hunger is never ending
we're consuming more and more
the hunger doesn't abate
as if there's a colossus galore
the world's population
exhausting the
endowment
the world's population
eating every crumb of
nutriment
yet the day will arrive
when our precious resources
aren't readily at hand
they'll be depleted in supply
running down to a level
that won't service demand
too hungry the population
too hungry the population
Oct 21, 2017
Oct 21, 2017 at 6:04 PM UTC
Unending Love
I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times…
In life after life, in age after age, forever.
My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs,
That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms,
In life after life, in age after age, forever.
Whenever I hear old chronicles of love, its age-old pain,
Its ancient tale of being apart or together.
As I stare on and on into the past, in the end you emerge,
Clad in the light of a pole-star piercing the darkness of time:
You become an image of what is remembered forever.
You and I have floated here on the stream that brings from the fount.
At the heart of time, love of one for another.
We have played along side millions of lovers, shared in the same
Shy sweetness of meeting, the same distressful tears of farewell-
Old love but in shapes that renew and renew forever.
Today it is heaped at your feet, it has found its end in you
The love of all man’s days both past and forever:
Universal joy, universal sorrow, universal life.
The memories of all loves merging with this one love of ours –
And the songs of every poet past and forever.
Jun 11, 2017
Jun 11, 2017 at 12:07 AM UTC
trending
trending
trending
the collective's trending
is unending
this form of trending
has proven to be mind bending
trending
trending
trending
it's as though the collective's trending
won't be ending
nor in the foreseeable future
will it be suspending
trending
trending
trending
would appear that the trending
is always ideally lending
to the collective's
trending befriending
trending
trending
trending
aren't tales of trending
made for those
who enjoy the extending
of a happy ending
trending
trending
trending
Sep 28, 2016
Sep 28, 2016 at 3:04 AM UTC
I write, seemingly unending
and years later when I look back at my troubles
I realize
I never wrote a thing of meaning
Sep 16, 2016
Sep 16, 2016 at 12:28 AM UTC
Loving you is~
A cycle of mistakes and forgiveness
A cycle of honesty and lies
A cycle of fights and sweetness
A cycle of promises and broken promises
A cycle of love and pain
A cycle of you and me
Loving you is a cycle, unending
Apr 20, 2016
Apr 20, 2016 at 1:28 AM UTC
When I was just a little girl,
people used to break my heart
it felt like every word they said
were painful in every single way.
It made me think I was meaningless,
like life's had no sense
but nobody knew how I felt.
One day Jesus found me,
He made me feel like I wasn't an ordinary girl,
restored me in every single way,
Oh Jesus, I'm grateful everyday.
Ever since that day,
God helped me to understand,
those people hearts;
They were in pain.
"Hear me, please" he said,
"Be careful with every word you said,
don't be like them, save your heart,
I've stuff for you prepared."
One thing I know for sure,
Jesus hears you,
heals you,
and saves you.
You've been there when nobody was,
You're the best friend anyone could ever have,
Oh Jesus,
You'll have forever my heart.
-v
Feb 14, 2016
Feb 14, 2016 at 8:44 AM UTC
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
*Verses crept under my
Selkie
like incarnatio Tattoos
billowing surface
blood
streams
dream
To break out like ripeness'
like
Inevitability
opens up a delight of a persimmon
a passion, a mad devotion
transfering abundance
to
satiate flesh flames
a sentient transformation
from crystal clear
primal
scream Journey
to ethereal mind-
waves tumbling unending
down on my
tummy
with yours
sweet sweat's
shimmering plankton
surrounds me as
your love's energy
u n en ding u n d u l a ti on*
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Dec 30, 2015
Dec 30, 2015 at 5:05 AM UTC