#whimper
Silent Cries
that are
undetected,
the feeling
of emotional,
flowing tears
are rejected,
crying in silence
where nobody
knows,
releasing
the pain,
as the tears
suddenly flow,
letting go
of frustration,
of the
pain and
the fear,
every sob,
every whimper,
and every
falling tear,
YOUR
BREAKTHROUGH
IS COMING,
It is so
close, and
so near,
your silent
cries are
temporal, but
your Cloudy Skies
will
become clear,
then when
the
tears stop
falling,
The Sunshine
will appear,
with RAINBOWS
and
BLUE SKIES,
So, please
dry your tears,
from your
SOFT SILENT
CRIES!!!!
B.R.
Date: 10/5/2025
Oct 5, 2025
Oct 5, 2025 at 10:14 PM UTC
the mattress is possessed and my days are numbered
my numbers are possessed and
tree branches are starting to grow from inside
my neck, sprouting ****** bulbous limbs
wearing the springs of my mattress
in my sleep, the tree talks to my mattress
from my throat
they are in cohorts and I suppose
the ghost has nothing to do with it
but in the end the ghost will
have an affair with the mattress
and they will run away leaving the tree
and my numbers
I can’t speak because of the
tree
and the karmic terror
of the heavy branches tearing
through my throat
the ghost doesn’t know about the tree
the mattress will never tell her
the mattress is missing several springs
the mattress is possessed and can only speak in tongues
so the ghost only hears the whispers of leaves
Jul 15, 2020
Jul 15, 2020 at 8:33 PM UTC
In the moments before death my brain had flooded with DMT
And I could see in my mind’s eye all of the best that had been between us.
From somewhere above my body I silently screamed that the DNR was a mistake
I was comforted then in knowing that you would soon follow me into the dark
-a willing victim of our shared cancer.
I had seen your hospice nurses and heard your death rattles for years.
Even still I longed so much for you to grab the paddles and force me back
but we had agreed not to resuscitate;
so paralyzed I watched my life leave.
It was first with a whimper and then with sobs
that I grasped wildly around the small pitch box
in search of you who had promised to die with me.
I found instead more darkness, the smell of dirt
and that not even the ghost of you had come to lay.
I can sometimes hear you eulogize my goodness from above
when you come to pick the flowers I’m growing with what is left of me.
I won’t reach for you anymore as I did last night.
I will lie very still.
Without a whimper.
Dec 5, 2019
Dec 5, 2019 at 4:35 PM UTC
Will never forget the first time
Was injected with an illegal drug
It was my suggestion
Laughed it off with a shrug
Addiction already running wild
Causing life torture and Hell
We reached the point where
We'd do anything to stay well.
I tentatively offered up
Opportunity, you jumped at the chance
Both saw the answer we craved
Hidden within the other's glance
Was scared, heart beating fast
Doubt building, I stared at the spoon
As the ****** melts, mind wonders
How did life change so much since yesterday afternoon?
Eyes that woke goblins within
Something darker in me
And night welcomed us weightless
Into a new barren wasteland, unevenly
Lucifers playing tricks in the dying light
Blinded in that foolish hour
I saw the syringe held softly in your palm
Goosebumps rose, was awed by its power
Of course fear on my face was clear
You made a half-hearted attempt for me
To ease concern, your cruel comfort
Did little to set uncertainty free
Something smoking deep inside
Whispered "this is leading nowhere good"
You touch flesh, searching for a vein
Stomach sinking, I am doing what I swore I never would
I swallow hard, you tie off my arm
Shoelace wrapped with indifference, no guilt in your eye
You glimpse the tears welling up fast
Say sharply "I'm not going to do it if you're going to cry."
But it is already in the needle
It is a little late to turn back now
I take a deep breath, suppress the teardrops
Shake shame off the sins I chose to allow
Turn my head to avoid the sick sight
Try to focus on the smell of coffee in the air
Let out a quiet whimper when the stinging pain hits
Wishing to teleport anywhere besides there
It was over after a few short moments
I felt better so I told myself it was okay
I promised it would be the last and only time
I have not parted with the needle since that day
Jun 27, 2018
Jun 27, 2018 at 11:21 AM UTC
Thieves, thieves.
Christ are we petty.
Could not have imagined
such a death
Such a short-sited
venomous slip of the mind
such a death-toll...
so unpredicted-ably sad to see
A mighty species
Die.
That's the fate of the fate-less, I guess
Our gods were a faceless
Mass
of derangement
Massive enough to take us to space.
What we've plucked from out of our souls
We can never replace
Such as it is, we have no chance
Put to death.
****** and detached.
That's how it ends
--surrounded.
We write out
these sorrows
that aren't really sorrows
and
Pin the tasteless love to our chests
Oratorical shit-hoarding
Trade-card victims
with no actual dignity left.
How embarrassing..
the glory of man-kind
To face a demise,
so mundane.
Forsaken by lies.
Our souls have been neutered and
Turned into tools for
Violently-popular
Prostitution-alized fools
Love for the luscious
the rush of the snarling
Hysterical rousings of
Tumultuous twerps.
This is the way that history ends.
Resting in our dreams.
Jan 30, 2018
Jan 30, 2018 at 3:14 PM UTC
What does it sound like when all hope is lost
It's a silent scream in the empty dark
No one knows what to you it cost
No one can see it's left it's mark
It happens when you're all alone
When you've tried everything but it doesn't matter
You just try to find a safty zone
But the voices in your head still chatter
Telling you, you can't make it through the day
And at night you plot your death
You are slowly starting to decay
You know on the inside there's nothing left
I know what the sound is when your last hope dies
It's but a mournful whimper
It's only seen in your eyes
It leaves you cold, it's a soul killer
Apr 10, 2016
Apr 10, 2016 at 12:36 PM UTC
A deepening hue, packaging crisp and dry,
Telescoping skies, hard bitten with dust
A sly moon, scarred and half-lit.
It didn’t end with a whimper
After all,
But brightly and loudly like a celebration.
It was proud of its going.
Colour spawned from a devil’s jaw, not
A god’s dull reason. Fire everywhere,
Referencing volcanic insinuations, the afterbirth of a planet.
The last man standing
Was burnt to a crisp
Dec 16, 2015
Dec 16, 2015 at 3:20 PM UTC
If I promised not to hurt you,
would you trust me not to?
If I told you I was sorry,
would you believe me?
If I called you tonight,
would you listen to my
whimpers and whispers?
Dec 7, 2014
Dec 7, 2014 at 5:24 PM UTC
The night, is present with all her special accoutrements,
see how mystifying her final role is; from now time is at a stand still!
the stellar remnants, after the play is finally over
--interstellar medium of gas, dust and dark matter
accumulated waste after the rock concert, light years long.
Sell it to the best collector of art in the cosmos
go fast, find him before all the universes crumble.
Let each piece feed to his ego's need and the greed to possess
make him brag to the cosmic pantheon that he has the Piccassos, Dalis
and The scream, Munch's epiphany of mankind's predicament,
and all the galaxies from the dwarf to the most massive
present, past and the ones just fermenting on a wasted hope,
and the most original of the nights, the very last ever.
We'll drink the bubbling white blood of the day and dance,
the moon is our accomplice, we want to disappear together
before everything starts to disintegrate,
humankind on a pilgrimage, has then a change of mind
ladies and gentlemen we now are going
not for a fishing expedition in tranquil seas, but for a hunt in the wild.
hunt the rest of the world that rejects
our proposal to surrender, to the inevitable, we invited
we were immortals till the day before
but then we found out everything has a price.
For the gift of fire to the mankind, Prometheus had to
endure tantalizing days and nights, countless
let's forget the fear of sin, and false happiness of hope
even water becomes our pain,
once we are forced to think in terms of sustenance.
Jun 29, 2014
Jun 29, 2014 at 8:40 AM UTC