#wither
all stars burnout
so always be in a rush
to unravel and
to dissemble
what is worthy of
preserving
is never up to you
a life well planned: scattershot
ceilings always creep lower
ever closer
like withering fire
To Wither:
means: to shrivel, dry up, or lose freshness and vitality, often referring to people losing moisture, becoming feeble. It also describes the decline of the abstract; things like support, reputation
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Apr 5
Apr 5, 2026 at 5:54 AM UTC
Closed, I am closed—
I can’t breath.
Closed, I am closed—
I can’t see.
Closed, I am closed—
I feel nothing.
Closed, I am closed—
I am safe.
I will stay closed forever
so no one can hurt me.
I will lock myself away
so no one will find me.
I will stay quiet
so no one will hear me.
I will start to believe
that this
is what I deserve—
that I
am unworthy—
that good things
only happen to other people.
I will wither
and face the days
with dead eyes
and a numb heart.
I will be life
dying slow
without mercy.
I am closed.
But—
what if
I was close?
Close to opening?
Close to letting go?
Close to the next chapter?
What if all this time
spent being closed
was in service to knowing
what it means
to be open?
To appreciate what it means
to connect—
to feel—
to rise again?
After so much darkness,
even the smallest light
becomes powerful—
may this be that light.
I did not close myself off to die—
I did it to live.
And now I must yield
to the turning.
From night to day,
to all the goodness
that this world
wants to give me.
I am opening
and it scares me—
but how else
does one bloom?
Mar 2
Mar 2, 2026 at 4:04 PM UTC
Call the name that won’t do the same in your wake.
For I cannot speak with the thorns in my throat.
Become the rose I never could and bloom in my _death_.
Take the red in my heart to color your petals.
_Prosper in my broken promises._
Don’t wilt my sweet rose, everything will be alright.
You will make it another day,
_.- .-.. --- -. . / .- --. .- .. -. .-.-.-_
Oct 24, 2025
Oct 24, 2025 at 10:54 PM UTC
I started growing a garden
one of the best I'd ever had.
My very first,
grown wild and natural.
I failed to see the weeds
slowly choking it from behind.
And it suffocated the garden
time after time.
Then suddenly, there was no garden,
just silence and then dust.
No warning,
no fading,
no crumble,
collapse,
or rot.
No sign to brace for mourning,
no moment to adjust...
Nothing left to grieve,
except all that was.
Its blossoms bloomed as friendship,
each petal bright and true.
The roses held our laughter,
lilacs eased our cries,
and daisies offered humor
beneath clear blue skies.
But now it's gone to silence,
and my hands remain bare,
covered in the dust,
grasping for the something
that once had rooted there.
I dig into the ashes,
search the soil,
even the air.
begging,
pleading,
aching for a sign
a sprout, a stem, a rewind in time.
Hoping still,
the dust rewinds
Whispering to it one last time
hoping still something sprouts
even a little
to grow from this ground.
Oct 3, 2025
Oct 3, 2025 at 6:19 PM UTC
You work in strange buildings that look like reconstituted dinosaur thought...
A smelly half smile, with capsule slogans
You keep the divide well, healthy, open...
For those who see straight through your empty notion...
All of you is lizard leather, shooting feathers
Numbing intelligence for data is clever...
Can’t get a grip on you...
I’m lichen– crystal; falling into wild weather
Waiting in mirrors far from you...
Watching your persuasion wither.
Aug 20, 2025
Aug 20, 2025 at 6:48 PM UTC
I would simply drift away.
I smile thinking about it.
I would just rot.
I would no longer exist as human.
I would let my body decay.
I quite enjoy the thought of allowing withering away...
Jun 14, 2024
Jun 14, 2024 at 7:32 PM UTC
My soul falls to the ground
Like petals on a withered rose
What was once beautiful is gone
Because you can't put back the
Pieces that have fallen
Aug 29, 2024
Aug 29, 2024 at 2:43 PM UTC
i caught myself digging up old friends
as if i need to see their faces again
i went away and i stayed the same
you lay there and withered away
maybe there's better meadows
to bury these bones beneath
decomposing, roots grow slowly
you could help push the daisies
May 30, 2024
May 30, 2024 at 11:19 AM UTC
I need the rain.
Hard,
broken,
dessicated limbs hang
low and heavy
like twin pendulums
of shattered lead.
I need the storm
Cold,
cracking,
drained roots coil
notted and gnarled
like a cage
of sun bleached bone.
I need the flood.
Dark,
engulfing,
suffocated leaves wither
rusted and dying
like an endlessness
of time-ground sand.
I need the void.
Apr 12, 2024
Apr 12, 2024 at 10:50 AM UTC
I always knew about the ocean's calling, deep in my heart. It keeps me wandering to find what I yearn for — could it testify the animosity of being insatiable?
I wait on the shore like a lighthouse guiding your way back to me, as if I hold faith in it, like it is a perseverance that grew in my chest. I am certain to the florescence of my flowers and to its withering as I know the durations of its life and death is when I could meet you again. And though, the inconstant desolateness of the ocean continues to wait.
Mar 26, 2024
Mar 26, 2024 at 9:41 AM UTC
_How does it feel like to float in a complete void, alone with an uncertainty of surviving and going back to where you used to live?_ I was talking about the Sputnik II, the famous satellite launched with the dog Laika aboard. The very scene also portrays the life here on land. Each day, I'm caving in my own realities, an impressive way of escaping. It has buried me in that idea of you existing on it. It is a badge to be given, a sigh each time you twist the **** on the door.
And there I am, a banquet of a montage of a violent delight, a beauty of the sea cascading the shore, it's in my veins, a rushing current of this mere event. I watched people applaud, how the glass clinks, and you, an array of sun, so immaculate, I can't look away.
_I cannot bear losing it._
and we'll be a specks withering, it is a bittersweet love:
I would endlessly live on it.
Apr 3, 2023
Apr 3, 2023 at 11:06 AM UTC
I am at a crescendo of this mercurially
fervent woe, maimed by the visage of
_smoke and mirrors;_
"a death in chrysalis is to live once again."
Draping into the worn out disheveled
silk, _beautifully withered_
lulled by the sound of riverbanks
as if it's pacifying the feral.
A star-lit eyes deluged with bliss
rose with thorn-teared flesh
overwhelmed by a mawkish melancholia. Although we were haunted by our old love, _it will never be the same_.
Oct 9, 2022
Oct 9, 2022 at 12:05 AM UTC
Bloom as you have reached your time
Show your beauty as you're born for
Sting with thorns as it is what you need to
Wither as your time has come
Aug 16, 2022
Aug 16, 2022 at 8:16 AM UTC
Every night as I go to bed with my conscious filled with remorse and my heart so heavy
I feel like a side of my body cries out in pain, and the other one feels wholly empty
Tears roll down my eyes as if I hadn’t cried enough during the day
Still, I wish there was a way in which I could just make the grief go away
My mind seems clouded with a million things, each of them ripping me apart
I feel so emotionally drained that even keeping up with my sanity seems so hard
Wanting to break free from the shackles of my mind, I now realize I can no longer carry
Carry the fear of futility, the fear of failure, the fear of everything. I just want to spend my youth in a merry
Insecurities forge the unrest I sense within my chest, they make me feel like nothing to the world I could give
The emotions that I have been suppressing have now left me suffocated, my ribs can no longer protect my heart by instilling all the pain, at any moment they might split
And though being thankful for everything I am blessed with, I feel like I don't even deserve a bit
With this constant thought running through my brain cells, I realise that I am slowly turning into an under-watered withering flower, with no desire to live
Oct 29, 2021
Oct 29, 2021 at 11:19 PM UTC
Withering by the prolonged waiting for someone is strangulation of euphoric flavor.
© Spriha Kant
Apr 11, 2021
Apr 11, 2021 at 8:41 PM UTC
Either
Opt...2 roads i have a choice...
Option...
Can i raise my voice....
My conciouness...
Talking...
Should i trust him cause am him...
Either...
That's another route....
With different signs...
I need yahh...
As i lose myself.....
In the mist darkness....
Can you hear my words...
These words teach yah....
Cause they are the world..
Scripture...
I ain't a preacher...
But am the last prophet...
I have been here.
Wither
My soul...dry...
Drought change season position...
Like pieces of a draft....
I doubt...the pen in my veins...
It carries alot of secrets pains...
Its the 14 day..
Observing the periods....
************ cycle repeat...
Is this my defeat...
I wither...
Lose all i had dehydrated...
Probably my soul in stilled in society and social media hatred...
Comment... that's my last moment....
Sweat and tears...
My own body
Wither...from decision taken either
-kay🌹
Aka...🕊️-son of lee-dia-🕊️
Feb 18, 2021
Feb 18, 2021 at 5:09 AM UTC
A little rain then
Sun, save us a seat for two.
In time, I know that
Our flowerbeds may wither,
But I will still dance with you.
Jan 28, 2021
Jan 28, 2021 at 5:47 AM UTC
I cannot grip
warmth
love
you
with my decaying hands
i wither away
Sep 19, 2020
Sep 19, 2020 at 1:04 AM UTC
You didn't have to salt my fields
after the war
The devastation had been wrought
cowardly crops
Turn away from the bright sunlight
dying slowly
Sep 9, 2020
Sep 9, 2020 at 10:53 PM UTC
submerged in a cascade of
cacophony, my pieces wade
like fish, into semptember's silvery net
so its plundering pull would heave them
out
from their misery, grant them purpose
in the mouths of fortunes, that gobble them
as delicacies; they wither, till my egg-fragile
heart
unravels itself, savors the warmth
of the virgo sun, and hatches
immaculately, into me.
Aug 29, 2020
Aug 29, 2020 at 4:49 PM UTC
Lofty unspoken Dreams
tear at the tattered seams
it seems we were meant to be unraveled
to be undone
& burn with the sun
to be at peace with chaos
or else
wither away
under the crushing weight of mortality.
Aug 10, 2020
Aug 10, 2020 at 12:34 PM UTC
my hair
is stuck down in the drain
wetting my dress
and drying my veins
my skull
it grew in too late
making me spin
in a hellscape of hate
nothing's the same
and everything's great
my hands
are shedding their nails
waving goodbye
to blood on the trails
my legs
cannot hold their weight
my bones look the same
as the ones on my plate
nothings's the same
and everything's great
my chest
it knocks and it shakes
pinning me down
how low can it take
my corpse
should rot in a case
inside of the flesh
where I used to be safe
nothings the same
i'm going to faint
Jun 23, 2020
Jun 23, 2020 at 3:12 PM UTC
Hopeless
Staring down at you
It never mattered
What does it do?
You never mattered
You don’t have a future
Maybe you should give up now
You should be more like her
Well, it’s too late right now
Buried in roses
I’d vanish happily
For once, I know this
The actions I do are all I am, sadly
I wish to wither
I wish to splinter
I wish to fade with the winter
Please, just look at me kindly
for once.
Nov 29, 2019
Nov 29, 2019 at 11:27 AM UTC