#vault
Since I was a child,
sadness has walked beside me longer than I dare confess.
She stayed through chaos and madness,
through the murkiest nights (for she is all I ever knew)
and even through my brightest hours (for I felt I did not deserve them).
Since I was a child, I was taught not to be sad—
not to feel so fiercely,
not to show who I truly am.
I was told to lock my sorrowful eyes inside a vault
with everything that made me imperfect to the world.
And so, I did,
all my life…
until you came.
You opened the vault of miseries
and embraced them one by one
until you reached my forgotten sadness.
You held her long enough to make her weep,
and for the first time in years,
I felt free to be.
You caressed her hair
as if touching a secret of the universe.
You kissed her cracks
and stitched together the frayed threads
that lashed against you, eager to cut—
and they did.
But you licked the blood from your fingers and smiled:
“We will be sad together,” you said.
And you wept.
You wept with her as she unveiled
all the times I hid her,
cloaked her in masks,
denied her the right to be mine.
All the times she was cast out as a curse,
named poison instead of balm.
All the times they tried to tear her away from me,
blind to the truth that she was
my most human refuge.
You saw her for what she is:
another way of feeling.
Thank you
for teaching me to feel.
Sep 7, 2025
Sep 7, 2025 at 3:30 AM UTC
Swore you were the best and that you really cared
But looking back made me regret some things I said
I know we should've been foreve, and **** you know it too
It shouldn't hurt me that bad, but when I look at you-
Said you weren't perfect, I know, I wasn't too
But my heart kept racing just for you
I cared when you said it was my fault
I kept quiet
Being your little secret
Kept in a vault
I admired your kindness and love
That soon enough turned into
Invisible hatred you hid inside you.
I could try to forgive
I could try to forget
I could try to ignore it, but I swear I'm sick of it
All the **** you put me through
Made me realize how much I mean to you
I'm done with the games of
Saying "I like you" waiting for
A response to come from you.
If you only knew that I'm writing this about you
If you only knew that, I still think of it, too
Yet, I wanna say
Thanks for making me feel that way
Otherwise, I would've stayed
Without knowing why
Should I throw my feelings for you away
And I could try to forgive
And I could try to forget
I could try to ignore it and push me inside the trap
All the **** you put me through
Made me grateful for knowing
It's time to get rid of you.
Nov 20, 2024
Nov 20, 2024 at 12:00 AM UTC
Poetry is the window to my soul
The key to my vault
The telescope to my planet
My soul is a brick wall
Heavily fortified
And unbreakable
My mind is a vault
Keeping my thoughts and secrets Locked safely away
My heart is a planet
That can only be seen clearly
Through the right lens
My life is like a challenging riddle
And poetry is the answer to it all
Oct 22, 2024
Oct 22, 2024 at 3:43 PM UTC
His light house amidst
his mystic fog, signals belated
in triumphant decore,
Enamoured with ancient joy
of his blue green dreams
I chant.
“His rod and his staff
comfort me and all surrounding
gore departs.
I breathe in gasping
about my true love.
as he spots my battered
vessel into the wind sailing.
Ecstasy twinkles his teary eye
in the magic water dancing glare,
of our mystical full moon light.
For too long I've traveled
jeweled triumphant
yet unable to reach
his promised treasure vaults.
To the greed of legions on
treacherous paths all alone I wept,
through enemy's territories,
but all those from me have fled.
I roamed alone yester woods
I reach his safe private harbour
his peaceful shores.
As trustworthy jeweled queen
regardless of grave loss.
Willfully he reveals his home key
to come open up his door
as photographic memories
on new calming waters
get anchored deep.
At last I shall rest in love
on my bittersweet bed of roses
red, and flowers wild;
white sad lilies on hand,
saluting my beloved glories
recaptured and retained.
Enduring rhythmic ways
with courage, heart
brain and hope and off my
survival modes into éasier dwelling
into my grave but neither there
I shall trod alone no more.
~~~~~~
By Karijinbba
All rights.
Mar 29, 2022
Mar 29, 2022 at 7:53 PM UTC
Added collections,
Tomes of tomes,
Memory lane in poetic fashion.
Curated by yours truly!
Sep 26, 2019
Sep 26, 2019 at 8:30 AM UTC
Vaulted poems
Separated with the
Special intentions
Of the heart
Sep 25, 2019
Sep 25, 2019 at 3:18 PM UTC
My name is Tommy
I go by Bede
Because I'm afraid to be me.
I'm obsessed with names
Because I'm ashamed
Of what I can turn mine into.
No longer!
I am Tommy
And I will be proud.
Sep 22, 2019
Sep 22, 2019 at 1:45 PM UTC
Come with me
we'll take the tour
then you'll see
not hidden or obscure
confirming all for free
and then you can be sure
Words and lines
stacked and sorted well
cataloged and defined
one side heaven one side hell
sometimes I combine
and ring a different bell
Down to the vault
reeling locks and pin
no stop and no halt
peering deep within
poetry I store, exalt
bringing them back
once again
Mar 13, 2018
Mar 13, 2018 at 3:06 PM UTC
Home to every haunting dream,
Everything that makes you scream,
Your memories of an assault,
They call this place The Vault.
Holding secrets you don't know,
Letting out a darkened glow,
Guards on all sides shouting "Halt!"
They call this place The Vault.
Holding in what's scaring you,
Your insecurities like goo,
The source of every single fault,
They call this place The Vault.
Feb 18, 2018
Feb 18, 2018 at 2:49 PM UTC
Desperate was the Hand,
To the Fist,
To the Door of Introspection,
To the Mind, to the Darkness.
Pounding, pounding away,
The broken bones,
To the dust of flesh.
A moment before forfeit,
The Great Gate collapses.
Bursting into a torrential tide of Madness,
This scornful swell swam deep into the Heart.
Its suffocating chill, mirroring the growing Dissent,
Resonating all of discord in a living Thought.
Hope's last stand sends deceit fleeing.
Rushing waves, shuttering away,
From the pathetic kindle.
Such a sad flicker, this bastion of salvation.
As with All Things, this too falls.
The Darkness, the Madness,
The Door to all Doors,
Consumes the Light.
Sep 28, 2017
Sep 28, 2017 at 3:06 PM UTC
i closed my heart and hid the key.
for protection,
for deception,
for reservation.
but now far too much time has passed
and when i decided to unshackle the locks,
i've regretfully discovered
that the key has long since rusted,
and the vault will be forever closed.
Aug 8, 2017
Aug 8, 2017 at 8:49 AM UTC
Secrets of a poet are hidden inside heartbeats,
ready to be played on scripted page,
on platform for readers eyes.
They're buried beneath scar thought to be healed.
Exposed to bleed once again
so a poem can be birthed.
Perhaps, Secrets are inside rays of sun
that dance with kaleidoscope beauty
inside a warm breeze.
Or on top of a shooting star moving in galaxy
that opens one to wish inside a breathe.
Secrets in treasure chest of scribes vault
welcomes a readers eyes
with key-like words and strong intention.
Come, open the vault with eyes and partake
wont you? The invitation is now given.
May 19, 2017
May 19, 2017 at 10:26 AM UTC
Relegate your thoughts
into the vault.
The mind isn't ready
to deal in absolute.
Banish into oblivion,
untimely discrepancies and faults.
When infractions are unclear
for you to refute.
Consign the arrogance,
into the darkest dark.
Let them fester,
never to see light of day.
Cradle the fear,
nurse it till ripe, engorged and stark.
For everything now lies...
Indefinite and in the grey.
Jun 26, 2016
Jun 26, 2016 at 1:44 PM UTC
My heart has a vault
Hidden deep in its core.
A deep understanding
Of something I wish not to explore.
The knowledge of what I'll eventually choose.
The purpose of the person I'm not willing to lose.
But that knowledge, this purpose,
I'd rather ignore.
Because there's a chance that my heart
Could crash to the floor.
The sentiment, idea, and truth in this vault,
Could ruin it all
And that would be my fault.
Feb 14, 2016
Feb 14, 2016 at 7:09 PM UTC
I accept my faults
I sometimes go back into my own little vault
And return when the time is right
But now there isn't any hiding
I'm walking towards the road I've wanted to walk on bruised or not bruised
I already healed from the damage
That was caused
I can't look behind me
The city of Dreamers are welcoming me and it's only a limited time offer.
Dec 6, 2015
Dec 6, 2015 at 1:48 PM UTC
Your bust is going to make me combust
Turning my pain into rust
Your soul should be one of the few things i trust
A pizza with a refined crust
You're steaming when the summer kicks in
And even in the winter
Can you remove all my emotional splinters?
It would be preferred
I'd thank you endlessly
From the bottom of my heart
To the end of days
You're radiating like the Sun Rays
It's seventy degrees out here and i'm about to sweat like it's a hundred
Rain won't come my way
Because i won't allow it
Too much to handle
Causing the brakes to halt
Melting steel in my mental vault
All you need to do is consult
Me and we'll be fine
That's what i like most of the time
Forget about the dollars and dimes
I'm ready to take us to the next colony
So you don't have to fend off the rest of the male species
With that amazing presence of yours
I can feel the pressure
I like physical pressure too
With you
Nov 16, 2015
Nov 16, 2015 at 8:46 PM UTC
Await amongst the clouds searching for whom to be,
I stand here now silently entrenched with what I see,
A vivid gaze I do afford though few and far between,
The slimming wealth of all those helped desperate to reconvene,
I wont pull away yet to find grounded truths I must,
The banks on offer within the vault tears rain through the lust,
I cling to those of faith without the strength for what to give,
Is it wrong to sing along yet forget the words to live.,
Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 11:48 PM UTC
you should have been named warning
you should have had an orange label
you should have alerted me of your potency
and
I should have been more careful
☆
Mar 20, 2015
Mar 20, 2015 at 4:58 PM UTC
bewildered that this text
this forgotten scribe
uplifts the feelings
i try so hard to bury inside
this scribbled stanza
relieves pressure and pain
slowly allowing me to
stop reliving the shame
words once read
in black and white
submerged in emotions
high, light, and bright
letting your painted face
in my memory vault fade
ebbing in the distance
while these words continue to invade
funny is that our feelings exist
so playful and irrational
yet followed zealously
feels greater than feels, professional
s.q.
Nov 30, 2014
Nov 30, 2014 at 10:59 PM UTC
Hands are shaking but I know they won't fail.
Stepping up the the line - my sixty mark.
This is nothing like running on a trail.
Different from hitting out of the park.
The run-up looks easy but it's quite hard.
Counting steps to correctly plant the pole.
To pull myself up, my arms must be barred.
My body must have the strength of a troll.
Powerful kick to get to inversion.
The sensation of being upside down
is nasty and takes complete conversion.
I fly up and over the bar and town.
And the difference between me and you:
my parents are proud of the high I do.
Aug 30, 2014
Aug 30, 2014 at 3:19 PM UTC