#withering
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
end.
Apr 5
Apr 5, 2026 at 5:54 AM UTC
Oh watch me wither away in the silence , watch me scream away my pain , my mouth opens yet words fail to tumble .
Oh what does a girl do now ? When the burns of her past catch up with her ? Oh what does a girl do now? As she sits in a corner crying away her sorrow .
So many people pass by , yet for some reason they do not see her pain, they see something else , they see an attitude in place of pain .
How can she tell them ? Tell them that she's tired, tell them that her body aches !
He passes by , wishes her well but truly doesn't wanna involve himself with whatever is wrong with her , can you blame him ? She's the crazy one , the one who is always stoic , emotionless? Yet why is he always there when she's threatening to fall apart ? .
Oh my girl , what shall we do with this one, the one who came tumbling down into our life , the one who's absence causes us sadness yet his closeness makes us weary . What shall we do with him ? .
He watches me scream yet he hears My laughter, he watches me cry yet he sees my smile , The opposite is what I do when he comes around.
I hope one day ! I'll do what I truly intend , so before I wither away my smile shall be Genuine .
Jul 29, 2025
Jul 29, 2025 at 6:41 AM UTC
Denuded;
denuded was my soul,
with all that there was to it.
Everything that I touch;
withers without falter—
every time I water these
withered flowers.
Dec 30, 2024
Dec 30, 2024 at 9:14 AM UTC
Thoughts deflate then wither in silence,
Contained in this skull shaped dome
Breath taxis the sound like an organic drone
But delivers to no one,
A voiceless zone
They said they'd be here,
But no one's shown
It isn't new,
Still don't know what to do to atone
I wouldn't say I'm not lonely,
Just not alone
Many fractured personalities have left the nest,
Off to make a life of their own
I try to keep the piece on my own
Not a radical idea
Though
Not something I'd condone
It increases the gravity of a situation,
One I could have never known
But what's another boulder to a shoulder of stone?
The devil on the other shoulder is now older and grown
Adopting a fatherly tone
I got a bone to pick with him,
But that'll have to wait till we find home
©2024
Apr 14, 2024
Apr 14, 2024 at 8:30 PM UTC
Bethinking
The blossom
The flourish
Hitherto the withering
One backward glance
Time ravages beauty
Dec 28, 2020
Dec 28, 2020 at 4:32 PM UTC
EG as always, is without value in herself. Except for when she wants to get what she want’s, without even having to exert a fine bundle of resources straight from her VERY “tampering” collective that is her “feelings”. Because you see, her feelings aren’t what just make her the “friend” who helped me throughout and in the bad times… They are literally what make me understand her for her. Also, to what she is to me, for what I am to her in return. And that’s never truly a saddening thought when you think you can’t (for a second longer) converse in the regular, MORE normalized manner. Conversing (naturally) with words, straight from a mouthpiece with words to offer the “immaculate” assistance towards a personality your about to criss-cross all over and between the **** gap that surrounds two sense of selves. Trying to further a correlating connection. Not to mention without the clear variety for a VERY “tempting individuality” to clearly become entirely outspoken within their own selves. Which (I got to say) is never a programming thought… Especially when that very (“programming thought”) isn’t pre-programmed in advance to ever become supplemented enough at ever being ready when you start to FINALLY realize, you’ve been (conversing with words) over a long span of time with what you never truly thought at first. (Especially when it’s entirely impossible for even “words” to announce what thing it possibly could have been…?!) Well then, “indulge me” then…? What is it that I just haven’t noticed (for the “supposed” life of me) towards what I’ve been conversing with (of course with words) for that long span of time?! (And to the one whoever is then conversing gently towards a calm disposition in order to filter out something without alerting a “shock” in the most right of places displayed across the even WORST of times to ever transpire…!) You’d then start to of course think it could be (“oneself”) right? At it again for all to VERY “specifically” hear! But that’s where typical majority thought processes are then (“suddenly, immediately and unexpectedly”)! Since a cueing announcement had just popped out of nowhere spouting seemingly irrational nonsense all around the place. Thou, I’ll have you know, that if you just look a little deeper and closer… You’d start (somehow without even knowing how) to understand, (and seemingly able to just what…” rationalize”)? Oneself could respond by simply saying, “perhaps” … Thou if I were you…I’d STOP and hear out the one who’ve been conversing with this entire time. Seeing as how it’s obvious they converse with NO words in ANY manner. They connect openly. “Open viewing points” in all! All to both rationalize the grievances of those connections and the severity of the tolerance one is able to handle when (not knowing right off the bat where everything of course seems to “flutter a VERY calm feather”) as it swiftly flows through the air. Except without fully perceiving that it doesn’t just flow seemingly “through” the air. Because you see (“conversing with worded types” …) That little “itsy bitsy” little feather, has an “immaculate” impression towards its own assistance of having a personality as not for itself. But for the one who responds to those very “open viewing points” in all! Too busy “up in its own grill” to ever respond lightly when it’s fluttering swiftly through the air to then actually connect with its BETTER half. “IN”! Which it responds by fluttering swiftly “through” to then seemingly go “inward”. But how is that even possible for a feather to go inward in air, if it’s been supposedly fluttering swiftly through the air (what was once previously thought) as one’s very first perceived glance…? Good question. As it’s an obvious, but VERY cryptic hint at who you could be conversing with? The input that is oneself seems to then have what’s called a “seminar of truth” within its own inner “delightful” council. Another somewhat fanciful instance of power that demands the attention for a sense of self’s attention-seeking “self-servitude”. So then (sooner rather then later…) it could come to terms with whatever or whichever that very example about connecting “through” with then the word “in” is about. Well isn’t it obvious, since even the “teaser” to this very passage willing to be both happyful and polite gives its respected tone away. Because again you see, (“throughout and in”) is another cueing announcement. Just as (“suddenly, immediately and unexpectedly”) is, for it has a simulation (just as throughout and in does as well), called “abrupt flaws”. For throughout and in’s simulation for “phasing” is nothing more then a transcribing will made to offend every rationalizability. That’s exactly why you won’t ever understand the “inwardness” of how a seemingly fluttering feather swiftly flowing through air, could actually go inward the air at will. It’s a riddle, sure. A VERY fanciful one, I assure you. That being said, what does any of this haft to do with the one who simply helped me throughout and in the bad times…?! Well (and again I say this) isn’t it obvious by now? They’ve been helping me, as they still do to this very day. Helping me both (“throughout and in”) the bad times. Of course, whichever bad times seems to come forward again (sooner rather then later). That’s when the seminar of truth amongst the input known as oneself had concluded its own inner delightful council. In other words, what did it simply come up with? Well what you’d simply like the “knowing” right off the bat, that both doesn’t make up for the clearer information. Or for the fact that wasn’t really helpful in it’s “expressing investigation”. The very fact for why this passage is called my friend’s “tampering withering appearance”! Well that’s because my friend’s mere appearance has been “shackled” with too much torment for many, many lifetimes. Too much torment in fact, is why at all they’re still withering to this very day…? That’s because they don’t know any better, then to just be themselves. It’s what’s called when someone is truly “twistedly warped”. Since I’ve gone both throughout and in in my own way. So, has she. I’m twistedly warped in my own fashion statement, thank you very much! As many others (while they EVER want to admit it or not, is simply their own concern). But without even knowing why that is? As it’s not for the “faint of heart” to be in the realm of one’s consciousness while proceeding to simply find out. Or else, then why do I question repeatedly? But I’m still learning with each striding experience, to see if mine would EVER “pale in comparison” with hers. Seeing as how she even once revealed to me why she’s simply interested in me. Because I’ve seemed to of asked MORE times then I could possibly count. And I try (as I must) to refrain from repeating myself over long periods of time. Which just happens to be a HEAVY weakness of mine. Which is no half-ass bargain at keeping me in my place in order to simply stride me forward, respectfully. And with that very question, she revealed it in one “death-defying breath”! Which is…? Oneself would ask within its own input. I’m interested in you, Simon! Because you are like me! WAIT! What?! Then between many “oneselves”, their own inputs were “firing off” between their very own robust compressed together “pressurized synapses”. The effects of those very inputting thought processes came with both the “clicking and smashing” of those robust compressed together “pressurized synapses”. It seems oneself didn’t either fully catch what was actually said (where they couldn’t comprehend it properly) or they simply misinterpreted the entire thing? (Which is entirely understandable, by the way.) But they aren’t foolish in a sense of self, as to never “miss” something as simple as that. They just couldn’t come to terms with experiencing (as they did) when it came to coming in contact with EG herself. That’s why they purposely held back the actual transcribing of its simulation for translations. It wasn’t whatever was just expressed. Because in fact, (and with a little “paraphrasing help” here) we can find out how it truly was interpreted. A little loose knot here and there. And they fully unpatched the circumstances at what the information truly was expressed as. (Because in truth…they would rather mend it, then not to unravel it again…if you know what the input known as oneself means…?) So, after coming to terms, it’s ready to reveal it. And a little advice towards sense of selves to take as a heedless warning… It’s simple in all it’s expressions, ok! But what it truly refers towards, is why oneself wanted to keep the truer importance of the interpretation secretive to begin with? I’m interested in you Simon, because (and it’s not “because you are like ME”) but in fact “I see myself in you”. Clean as a whistle! Nothing missing as more then that. And with that shocking realization to that very “wordy expression”, the entire collection of inputs (“suddenly, immediately and unexpectedly”) got a CHILLING feeling going both throughout and in such a way that literally “tingled” their very input mechanisms for simply producing thought processes. For if they went any further with that very “tingling” sensation, that very cueing announcement’s simulation for abrupt flaws would follow in a VERY “corruptive heating pursuit”. Now MORE then ever, it made the entire lot of inputs go on HIGH ALERT for no apparent reason, other then what a simple memory had brought with it when sifting throughout and in “old archives” that changed everything for (of course) the better! Because it’s obvious that a sense of selves inputs is truly afraid of this (“girl” or whatever…)? Then we come to the last finalization of this passage. Since I ask you ALL of this, respectfully… Who then essentially made her this way? It wasn’t (“I”), but her own father! And that isn’t a half-assed maneuver to outplay something other then the respectful truth. NO deceit here, other then the “truth” I’d been keeping from you all to begin with. (Not to mention myself in “repeated” questioning.) Which I’m entirely expressing in its very revelation right here and now!
Jun 21, 2020
Jun 21, 2020 at 6:26 PM UTC
Flowers dry up when there not impressed with themselves. Withering back down below depths of uncertainty. Prompting joy that shouldn't exist. Commenting on a bigger structure that is not from within. It's around them. Circumventing proudly for all to see. If you aren't impressed with yourself. Then how will you bloom again for all to see?
Oct 10, 2019
Oct 10, 2019 at 4:31 PM UTC
Withering flower; you neglected to water me.
Over-watered self; I'm drowning in jealousy.
Aug 11, 2018
Aug 11, 2018 at 6:22 PM UTC
Your roots is your foundation
Don't droop
Stand onto your roots
Jul 8, 2018
Jul 8, 2018 at 2:09 PM UTC
I am not feeling okay
The thoughts that were at bay
Are starting to weigh
Heavy on my mind
Heavy on my heart.
My thoughts start to sway
Guiding me astray
With its
overplay
and overstay.
Pieces of me
Start to fall away
Fade away
Further away.
I am starting to breakaway;
Flay away.
My mind frays
As my thoughts start to play,
my hands start to pray
And my words start to blow away
the people I hold so dear.
I will defray
Soon
But for now I am going to splay
my ache into words.
Apr 22, 2018
Apr 22, 2018 at 6:55 AM UTC
i am trying to spread my wings
i am trying to heal in a place that isn’t good for healing
i am not healthy
i am not healing
i am sick
i am withering away
and i am trying to fix myself for you
but it is not working
and for that
i am sorry
Apr 9, 2018
Apr 9, 2018 at 3:05 PM UTC
****her words are where her heart is,
her eyes focused on ahead,
for the delicate petal has lost its stem,
running to find,
running to search,
however nothing seems to be there,
and the petal withers away.****
Feb 16, 2018
Feb 16, 2018 at 11:50 PM UTC
The cold in the air I feel crawl on my flesh
The spite in your tone when you hiss at me with new complaints
The way your body says you hate me
Is enough to show me that I'm still needed
Loveless sound that motivates me to wither
Thank you, my dear leech
If it wasn't for you,
I could feel alive again
Thank you for ******* me dry.
Nov 26, 2017
Nov 26, 2017 at 4:27 PM UTC
The darkness, I find it soothing.
The night air, I find it cooling.
Wither away sunlight,
For dark tendrils are creeping.
Wither away, day’s spite,
For cool air is seeping.
Fear not the dark spirits teaming.
Wither away demons,
We are invincible when dreaming.
For we are a legion.
Wither away sunlight.
Jun 21, 2017
Jun 21, 2017 at 9:00 AM UTC
It placidly withers
like little Dahlias
settled on top of the cold marble
on the second week of November.
Leisurely fading
on the back of my brain
bestowing spaces
for new memories.
Until it becomes a blur
tiny dapples
freckles of different sunlight
augmented on different days
months
years.
Until almost immemorial.
Almost.
But then, he also withers
and so do I
and so does what we have.
Until one day,
it was nothing
but ashes
of the old fire.
Oct 27, 2016
Oct 27, 2016 at 10:40 PM UTC
withering away behind my skin
as they mold me to their standards.
Nov 15, 2015
Nov 15, 2015 at 2:21 PM UTC
"tiaras and teacups"
reminds me of the innocence we all held at one point
"broken hearts and bitterness"
shows you how misery can change a lot about someone
you thought you knew
Sep 22, 2015
Sep 22, 2015 at 10:13 PM UTC
A horrid jealousy invades my heart
because I can't accept the harsh reality
that I am not yours,
A flood of tears sweeps my outer soul
and I recognize my non-existence
as the razor is pushed deeper;
inserted directly into
my soft, tangle of emotions.
You hang my heart on a leash
and drag it on the ground.
But why do you lead me on?
only to melt sugar in the rain,
Look at you...
knotting my stomach
and withering my soul.
Why can't I let go?
Maybe if I cared more
about myself than I do you.
But I don't.
Jul 6, 2015
Jul 6, 2015 at 6:51 PM UTC
Autumn is coming to a close,
and winter is drawing near.
Life is as fragile as a rose,
and mine is withering, I fear.
Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 1:07 PM UTC
I will always remember the day Grandma exclaimed how much of a joy my brother was. She would call him her perfect little flower.
As a child, it didn't mean much to me. But as I grew older, I came to realize the truth behind her words...
He was a daisy blooming in the spring. Where as I, a dead rose, slowly withering away. However, it wasn’t my choice, nor was it my brothers
Because a flower doesn’t get to choose what it grows into. It’s gardener determines how to raise it, how to treat it, and how to tend to it's individual needs.
Society was my gardener.
My point is, society labeled me as a dying rose, so eventually, I believed them.
Jan 9, 2015
Jan 9, 2015 at 11:51 PM UTC
I wish to shed the skin of yesterday
It has memories
Which I wish too forget, I tried to
Wash,
Cleanse,
Purify
So this time was purged, but I awaken
Each day having to once again,
Wash thoughts to not remember, I
Agonise,*
Tormented,
Convulsions
Shudder through my mind,
"I shed my skin each day"
"But"
Shadows still persist in the cracks
Each day my lucid thoughts
Encroached,
Invaded,
Plagued
With moments when I think I a free
But then milliseconds
It returns like a possession
My mind is withering
Will silence only set me free,
I have tried to shed my skin with each new day,
But this is never going to leave me,
Is silence the only way nothing
Perceived
Remembered
Coldness,
Is the only way to cleanse this
"Persistent memory away"
In silence there will no longer be thought
As I am free forever of that memory, buried within..
Dec 6, 2014
Dec 6, 2014 at 4:53 PM UTC