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May 31 · 54
The Whisper May 31
Some people will think I’m crazy for saying I’ve fallen for you at first sight, and maybe this will just be another one of those times where I only dream of what could’ve been…
Or another time where get so caught up in the moment, I lose the chance to make it into something more.

But what I want “this” to be, is I want you to love me and I want to love you more than you could ever know. Because I have so much love to give, and I can’t promise you the world, but I promise that I’ll do my very best to be the perfect man for you, because maybe I am the perfect man for you, and I just don’t know it yet.
Jul 2019 · 656
An Old Soul
The Whisper Jul 2019
I tell myself that I’ll one day,
Have everything I’ve always wanted
And more.
But as life passes and my time on Earth
Grows shorter and shorter.
And my struggles only seem to get harder
And more trivial at the same time,
I wonder if it’s even worth losing my hair or if I have invested enough, or even at all.
Sep 2018 · 840
To Hold Your Hand
The Whisper Sep 2018
I can’t even begin to describe,
The absolute joy; the warmth; the elation;
That came over me that moment,
Even if for just a moment,
That you took me by the hand.
I can’t even remember the last time
I wanted something so small to last forever.

All I’ve wanted to be is closer to you,
In every way possible.
To know your biggest dreams
And your deepest fears.
And if somehow those things
Magically lined up with mine,
Only then could I show you
How big I can smile.

But that night,
All the distractions that were,
That was the one thing that I know
I did not merely imagine
On a drunken night.

But right now, I’m okay.
Here; far away. From you.
But I have that moment;
Even if it’s only mine.
Of that one moment when our hands
For a special person.
Apr 2018 · 1.0k
The Whisper Apr 2018
The weight of my thoughts;
This “pain” that I feel;
I wonder how much of it
Truly, is real.

Neglecting my health;
I seek comfort in vices;
Like cannabis, or nicotine.
But at least I’m not a drunk.

Yet I find myself in pain;
Itching for a taste;
For a glimmer of solace.
Just a promise of peace.

What am I craving?
What am I yearning for?
So I can feel high?
Or because I’m just bored?

I need something.
Oct 2016 · 2.0k
Just One Kiss
The Whisper Oct 2016
Here we are again.
After all the times that you've said goodbye;
With all the times I told myself I'd never see you;
I always wondered what it would be like;
Could it all change with just one kiss?

We've never met;
Not even once.
And we've talked about that day countless times.
Where your eyes meet my gaze,
And I see your smile,
And I reach out my hand for you to take.

What a day that would be;
To be so cliché;
To love with a love that is more than love,
As one of the best once put it.
To love you as if it were my last day on Earth.

The years have passed,
And you've changed,
As well as I.
But the only thing that remains the same,
Is the fact that I still love you.

The girl that I seem to find myself always fighting for.

I just want to know;
I've been dying to know;
Could it all change with just one kiss?

You could change my life;
And I could change yours.
We could defy all odds
And just focus on what matters most,
To the both of us;

Each other.

Could it be?
That we're all we need?

We could find out;
*With just one kiss.
Long distance relationships are never easy, but what if it's someone you've never had the luxury of ever meeting before?

Is it possible that all the time you've spent talking to each other and trying to learn from each other, whether its over the phone, over skype, or through daily text messages, could ever equate to someone you see all the time and every day; in person?

Especially if you love them?

(I couldn't help myself, but for those of you who notice, I have a little nod or reference to Edgar Allan Poe in the third line of the third stanza. Quoting "Annabel Lee". Giving credits to him.)
Apr 2016 · 1.1k
An Aquarian's Mind
The Whisper Apr 2016
My mind is a work of art.
For the longest time,
it remained hidden in a cellar.
Away from the judging eyes of the world.

It's been put on display, but some pieces are missing.
Being restored and maintained properly.
To repair the effects of time and the elements.
So that it may be enjoyed forever.

It sits in a gallery for everyone to see.
Wanting to be understood by all those who breathe.
Most people stop, glance, and leave,
But a few people stop and do more than just see.

They feel.
They know. They understand.
Or at least try.
They look at the lines and try to see through.
"What is the artist trying to tell you?"
Feb 2016 · 810
How Am I Supposed To Sleep
The Whisper Feb 2016
If every time
I close my eyes
It's like...

All of the thoughts and memories I possess
From the very first to the absolute now
Are being played over and over and over


In fast forward
And they're flashing so quickly
I can't even enjoy them?

*It's like they're not there at all...
Aug 2015 · 1.3k
The Whisper Aug 2015
Man is not the devil
because he keeps secrets.

The sin merely lies
in the secret itself.
Aug 2015 · 1.2k
5:18 AM
The Whisper Aug 2015
In the midst of desperation,
With my hands pressed tightly against the sides of my head,
I'm hopelessly trying to hold myself together.

Will clutching my head hold my thoughts in their place?
Or is the delusion only another reason to believe
That I'm losing this fight with myself tonight?
Everything is going to be okay. I just have to try to make things better.
The Whisper Jul 2015
It starts with a thought,
And ofcourse it's of you.
What the hell is the matter with you?
Before I can blink; thought number two.
Is it just me, and I'm too blind to see?
Just a simple confession;
I can't stand my depression.
It means dealing with you like I ******* have to.
If you measured the pain with the amount of my sighs,
You'd know I can't sleep with tears in my eyes.
I don't ******* get it. I just want to dream...
Because my emotional stability is ripping from the seams.
Jul 2015 · 604
The Whisper Jul 2015
Nobody deserves to see the joy and pain that I hide within me.

Whoever wants to dig and see only needs to prove that they're worthy of me.

So the smile that I hide and the tears that I hold do not exist in the face of the bold.

They are only revealed to those with hearts made of gold.
Jun 2015 · 3.9k
The Whisper Jun 2015
Guns are expensive.
Pills take too long.
I can't tie a noose.
So what's the use?
I'll light up a smoke
and smile as I die.
The Whisper Jun 2015
The city comes alive at 5:45 A.M.
Outside, Los Angeles
Makes her morning cup of coffee,
While I sit here,
Feeling so useless.
In a dark and silent house,
I greet the glimmer of dawn
With a false forced grin
And my eyes sunken in.
There's a whole world out there.
So much to do.
So much to see.
Infinite possibilities of what could be.
With a whole world of wonder
Just outside that door,
Why do I find myself thinking of you
And that smile that you wear
So casually like a plain white tee
Yet as elegantly as an expensive gown?
An infinite number of steps
Await me beyond this porch,
But is it worth it without you?
Is it pathetic to say
That I find it hard to take the first step
For we no longer walk same path?
No matter how hard I try
To shake the thought of having you
Out of my head
And losing you before I could show you
Just how I really feel.
I find myself trapped in a house
With no walls and no doors.
Inside of my mind.
Inside of my head.
For a few days you made my fantasy
Something real.
I miss you, I hate you.
I miss what never was.
May 2015 · 1.1k
Get What You Give
The Whisper May 2015
Let's start with the good,
When I asked if I should.
Should I pursue, and give myself to you?
A friend is a friend, but when you kissed me;

You pulled out a part of me you don't deserve to see.

I held your soft hands and held your sea green gaze,
I looked to your soul and saw flashes of pain,
flashes of beauty and a glimmer of hope;

Hoping that we were not meant to be.

The guy you pulled out with a kiss is a fool,
a sucker for love and an ignorant tool.
He played by your rules and he kicked your ***.

Don't prey on the good men who still have some class.

I admit that the things that I told you were bad,
and sorry, not really, for making you sad,
I'll miss being able to call you my buddy;

You get what you give when you're selfish and slutty.
This poem has a long story to it. It involves a girl I once called a friend who basically led me to believe that she wanted to pursue a relationship or ***. But apparently, "she was just playing a game". I'll admit I played my role in ******* myself over by putting on the rose colored glasses for a while, but it recently ended with me trying to apologize to her for making fun of her, her refusing to accept my apology and playing the victim, and I called her a ****. So yeah, we don't talk anymore
Feb 2015 · 893
A Bitch
The Whisper Feb 2015
Will swallow **** before she swallows her pride.
Feb 2015 · 641
C'est La Vie
The Whisper Feb 2015
Mankind tries so hard to improve in every way.
But we all focus on what we want, and ignore what others say.
Everybody wants change, but you can't change who you are.
Or is it safe to say that you won't change who you are?

Life is a treacherous journey through mountains and valleys
of moments that build us up and people that bring us down.
But as hard as you try and all the things that you do,
Some of these things are just beyond you.
Feb 2015 · 2.3k
Letting It Out
The Whisper Feb 2015
So long have I been filled with doubt,
Too afraid to let pour out.
But tonight, in the midst of the storm in my spirit,

I curse your name and all that you are.

Hollow and fake.
You're no "give" and all "take".
When you speak of your life,
I can feel my hair turning gray.
I despise what you are.
I loathe what you say.
But what disgusts me the most is what you do everyday.

Liar. Sham.
You were all along.
You'd cut your own arm off before admitting you're wrong.
Prideful. Ungrateful.
You reek of greed.
Unable to distinguish what you want from what you need.

Selfish. Vain.
Quick to point a finger.
But when you are selfish,
You're the last one to linger.

Continue your fascade. Maintain the charade.

Karma's almost here and you're in the way.
Nov 2014 · 3.2k
The Whisper Nov 2014
This game; This war;
Proves to me that you're nothing more
Than a selfish, useless, empty *****.
You want love and fame.
It's really just a shame
That everyone you love leaves you just the same.

Deceive; Despise;
I see the truth in your eyes.
Fleeing consequences; consumed by your lies.
Message; received.
Beyond the lies you have conceived
Because of all the things you refuse to believe.

Running won't get you far.

We all have that one person in our lives whose eyes really need to be opened.
The Whisper Nov 2014
How could I have been so stupid?
How could I have been so naive?
To think that I could love someone
So selfish and young and naive?

Never mind, never more.
Selfish *****.
I give you myself, and still you want more?
Sometimes you want less, sometimes you want more.

Hiding the hatred and disgust in my core.

Where there was passion, she saw only thirst.
When there was selflessness, she only saw opportunity.

She called me a loser and told me to get a life.

And this is the girl who wanted to be my wife?
Oct 2014 · 1.1k
The Whisper Oct 2014
I feel like a shell; Empty and hollow.
Filled with nothing but air and meaningless words.
The words that once came so effortlessly and freely,
Now seem forced by frustration and lack of passion.

The passion is there; It courses through my veins.
It's suppressed by frustration and and diluted by obligation.
It's breaking me down, and I'm but a shell.
My spirit is what holds the walls together.
I'm so inspired to write, but it just feels like the words aren't coming.
What's wrong with me?
Sep 2014 · 2.0k
The Whisper Sep 2014
Close your eyes.
Simple, but think.
Just start thinking; let the the thoughts rush through,
Realize the power that lies within you.

Your mind is a weapon.
Your mind is a tool.
Your mind is a universe.
Your mind's where you rule.

It is your domain.
It is your own.
Your mind is a place
Of infinite space.

Infinite reasons.
Infinite dreams.
Infinite ideas.
Infinite schemes.

It's a place where impossible
Can exist and be true.
A place where the old congregate with the new,
And analyze anything and everything you do.

So what does your mind share with infinity?
**The inside of your mind expands infinitely.
A poem about the inside of our minds.
Sep 2014 · 10.3k
The Love Of A Brother
The Whisper Sep 2014
I know not of the love of a benevolent God;
The power to save a fallen son.
I only know of the love that I have,
For I am my brother's keeper.

A brother is a friend given by nature,
A lifetime companion; A bond of blood.
He is my first hero; He is my first friend.
He will always be my brother until the very end.

Brothers in blood share more than just blood.
They share the experience of being a son.
They share the same rules that they learned to abide,
And a sense of belonging that cannot be denied.

A brother is a person; he is his own man.
He makes his mistakes; like every man makes.
He's taught me great lessons which outshine pain.
That's why I love him for his own sake.

What brother's seek together, they will surely will find.
I am the voice that will always remind.
I am the hand that leads when he's blind.
For a brother never leaves his brother behind.
To my brother Michael. Although you and I have been through a lot over the years, many of which involved great amounts of pain and suffering, I know for a fact that you and I will always be there for each other because that's what Mom and Dad have taught us. It is our duty to honor that.
Sep 2014 · 993
Justified Odium
The Whisper Sep 2014
Put your pleasantries aside; Put your guard down.
Lay all your weapons and deceptions on the ground.
Confess to me, to yourself, and confront, right now,

All things that make your blood boil.*

Embrace the hatred.
Embrace the screams.
Embrace the disgust of deception without exception.
If only you would...
If only you could...

Destroy the selfish in name of the selfless.

Hate them.
The deceivers, the liars and cheaters.
The ones that take advantage of the naive and the honest.

For just a moment, crush them all in your mind.

Pretend to be the justice that karma will one day find.
Odium: general or widespread hatred or disgust directed toward someone as a result of their actions.

Embrace the hate, everyone.
Aug 2014 · 910
Someone I Could Love
The Whisper Aug 2014
Your smile is so innocent, but I see every crease.
Every scar and every wrinkle that tell a very interesting story.
I understand that the smile that appears before me today,
Was once lost in a valley of tears and sorrow.
Hidden in a lost city of pain and regret.
Searching for the strength to appear once again.

I question it's sincerity; whether your smile is forced or true.
Nonetheless, it's something that's so lovely on you.
It hides all your pain; masking your scars.
Hiding your tears and concealing your fears.
When I see that smile, I deny what is true.
I wouldn't mind falling for a girl like you.
Aug 2014 · 1.1k
Silence Is A Dagger
The Whisper Aug 2014
She is simply a girl that speaks to forget
What's really going on inside of her head.
She speaks to forget what's really going on
In the life that she hid from me all along.

I am the one who speaks because he wants to be heard.
Who speaks to forget the lack of love in his life.
Who speaks to forget the lack of attention
From the ones that he wants; From the ones that he craves.

Guilty of obscuring the truth, she retreated behind her veil of fear.
Silent and quiet for reasons that are unknown to me.
Probably blaming me for a thousand chances,
In which I missed my opportunity to help her forget.

Behind her veil, I pushed through.
Trying to get to know the real her.
Instead I was met with a dagger through the heart
In the form of her giving up on me.
I can't be the only person that's had to deal with someone simply just giving up on them.
The Whisper Aug 2014
I have been fighting for so long;
I have been trying so hard;
I have been craving for my world to be turned upside down;
For love that will finally bring me out of my mind and back down to earth.

I've been denying myself love for fear of her loss.

The possibility of...

A complicated woman to adore with a warm hand to hold.
A smile that's infectious with a personality that perplexes.

I'm not ready to love, because I still seek her.
Like a long lost friend that I hope will return someday.
Proving to me that although the people we love may change;

The feeling's always the same, no matter how many times you forget.

That's the funny thing about love. It changes, but it doesn't.
Somehow it's the same.
Maybe the lips are a little different, but it's a kiss none the same!
I struggled with this poem. I don't think I really conveyed my feelings properly. I'll try another one sometime in the future.
Aug 2014 · 6.6k
The Anger
The Whisper Aug 2014
Visualize me,
With clenched teeth and balled up fists.
Get the **** away.
I am going to snap.
Aug 2014 · 822
Dredge the Sea of Memory
The Whisper Aug 2014
I sink.
And further...


Until I reach the sea floor; scattered and strewn with my memories of you.
The floor beneath the Sea of Memory.

"How messy...", I think.
How will I ever find that memory of you?
That moment of bliss that you shared with me?

So I search on my knees as I dig through the dirt.
Through the memories of hell in the form of clumps.
Of **** and grime.
Of dust and filth.
In the form of all the pain that you caused me when you left.


Encompassed by the sea,
I can still feel the tears rolling down my face.
Becoming a part of the Sea of Memory.

And the search goes on.

And on.
And on.
And on.

Suffering from starvation.
Fueled by your negation
Of our love.

The clouds of dust that I've created,
The product of my search,
Of my own aberration,
Bury me in the soil beneath the sea.

The Sea of Memory.
Does the form that our memories take in our minds seem a little unorganized to you?

And how we search endlessly, sometimes, for the memories that we cherish the most?
Aug 2014 · 504
Dreaming of You
The Whisper Aug 2014
Fading away, into my mind.

The face that I loved,
And still love very much,
The soft hands that I pined for,
That I still long to hold,
Manifest into a world
Where our love never died.

In. My. Mind.

Those lovely warm hands
Find their way into mine.
That smile that I love
Is a mirror of mine.
And with that beautiful face,
Warmth finds my heart.

The same feeling I get when I see a full moon.

For when I remember something beautiful....

I always remember you.



And everything that we dreamt that we would be.

Young and in love.
No future intact.

In my dreams.

Where there is no time.
Where there is no purpose.

Things simply exist because they can.

I cherish these moments that we spend in my mind.

That I spend with you.

That stay with me when I

Inspired by a dream that I had in which I rekindled an old flame.
I still love her to this day.

What could've been, hmm?
Aug 2014 · 1.2k
The Living Fear
The Whisper Aug 2014
Explain it to me.
Help me understand the fear that lies within me.
Why I suddenly feel that my candle of life,
Is quickly burning away at both ends of the stick.

The fear, the fear.
It continues to grow.
From the seeds of paranoia that I personally sow.
Is it all in my head, or is the danger really there?
None the less, the uncertainty is what I cannot bear.

Every cigarette I've had.
Every time my throat aches.
There is no medication for regrets and mistakes.
Ignoring the warnings does not make them untrue.
Being ignorant can only lead to the downfall of you.

Diabetes or Cancer?
Malignant or Benign?
Everyone tells me that I'm, *probably fine
But they don't understand that the battle inside,
Is convincing myself that it's all in my head.

It's nothing. It's nothing.
Miguel, you're okay.
These are the mantras that I repeat every day.
To myself in my head, or out loud when alone.
Hoping that one day my health will atone.
Hypochondria. I don't know why, but suddenly I've been giving a huge crap about my health. To the point where it actually keeps me up at night. I just had to let out my frustrations somehow. So here's a window into the anxiety that I feel.
The Whisper Jul 2014
Please write with your hearts,

And your complicated minds.

Our words bring wonder.
I tip my hat to all my fellow writers. I love reading your work.
Jul 2014 · 859
The Whisper Jul 2014
All the time,
I'm suffering.

Living is slowly suffocating.

I'm afraid to die.
I don't want to die.

But waiting for death seems to be the only way,
I can keep myself from getting pulled under.

Death lingers in the back of my mind,
Keeping me afloat.
Keeping me alive.

Because when I die, I can only expect one thing.

*The Truth.
Jul 2014 · 4.3k
The Whisper Jul 2014
As I sigh, I pat my pockets
And search for an old friend.
Seeking comfort and consolation
In someone I know all too well.

A pure white cigarette with a cotton filter.
I place it in my mouth and light the end.
A familiar greeting. A firm handshake.
Then we begin our conversation.

I take a long drag from my dear old friend.
He pats me on the back.
He tells me that I will be okay.
He gives me the strength that I lack.

Another long puff with a cough at the end.
Five minutes of my life that I'll never get back.
Five minutes of life taken from me,
In exchange for a glimmer of solace.

Holding my friend, I take a deep breath.
Inhaling the oxygen I need.
Then I fill my lungs with smoke.
As I feel the comfort slipping away.

My friend is gone; my friend is done.
I flick his remains away.
Although he is gone, he will soon return.
Helping my body decay.

My solace has disappeared.
I'm back to the way that I felt before.
My former feelings, now magnified.
Leaving me unsatisfied.
"A cigarette is the perfect type of a perfect pleasure. It is exquisite, and it leaves one unsatisfied. What more can one want?" - Oscar Wilde
Jul 2014 · 1.2k
The Whisper Jul 2014
I am.
Yet selfless.
I am.

I fear.
But I,
I believe.
In love,
and death.

I want.
I lust.
I crave.
I have.
I need.
I feel...

I am.

A poem that focuses on the individuality. A generalization of the way we use, "I" and how I can use it to define what it means to be human, in my perspective.
Jun 2014 · 780
The Fire
The Whisper Jun 2014
Desire* is the tinder.
The oxygen.
The fuel.

Inspiration is the spark.
Igniting the flame.
Starting a fire.

Determination is the burn.
The intensity of the heat.
Giving you purpose.

Success is the light that shines from the flame.
Shining bright in the darkness
Of a world that is cold.

The fire burns in the hearts of those who long to drink
From the spring of knowledge; From the fountain of joy.

But no matter how much you try to quench your thirst...

**This fire will continue to burn all the days of your life.
Jun 2014 · 652
The Whisper Jun 2014
Being Human seems easy enough.
You live and you die; and the middle?


Life is the struggle of filling that gap.
A struggle that all of us go through alone.

Sure, we experience life in many different ways.
Through many different perspectives,
But we never count the days.
Time is the enemy of all of mankind.
Time is something that we scramble to find.

We like to love, but we love to hate.
Conflict is as human as the thirst to become great.
People would rather argue than hug.
Hate is the reason that love tends to fail.
But we all believe that love will prevail.

Fear is our boundary; It is our line.
The line in the sand between them and what's "mine".
It can leave you in the dark, or bring you to the light.
Fear is what separates the good from the great.
It keeps us humble for what we cannot dictate.

Just because you're breathing,
Does not mean that you're alive.
Living is not an action.
But the struggle to find how you die.

We don't choose to live.
We don't want to die.

But if you seek the truth, than it, you shall find.
The truth is what we strive for.
It's what makes life great.
Truth gives us power to destroy or create.

The truth is our answer.

Life is our question.
Jun 2014 · 7.4k
The Whisper Jun 2014
Writing this poem
Is as difficult as
Translating my thoughts into accurate words.
Even though I'm not good,
I admit that I try.

I can't say the same about you.

We talk about
The same

You don't trust me enough to just let me in.


If that is what you are.
Or is that just a title I have,
So that you don't feel so alone?

You are a puzzle.

This stupid little game is making me sick.

Every **** day
I find out
I'm missing another piece
Of the bigger picture.
Of you.

I can barely even put the pieces together.

And I'm just wondering if I should leave you

May 2014 · 1.4k
With One Swing of the Bat
The Whisper May 2014
I started at the edge of my seat.
Subconsciously found my way to my feet.
I look at the mound, and then at the plate.
This is our chance.
Our one last hope.

He steps in the box with a glare at the mound.
First with the right,
And then with the left.
Bottom of the 9th with two men out.
Come on, batter, just relax.

Down by one with a man on first.
A tingle runs up and down my spine.
There goes a strike.
Now there's two.
Down to our last...

Then a ball comes through.
The count one and two.
Here comes another.
Now two and two.

A strike or a ball?
Only the pitcher knows for sure.
He winds his body up
And then follows through.


This one's headed for the wall.
The crowd stares in awe as we look at the ball.
The fielder runs back, but stops at the track.
Before I knew it, he was touching em' all!

A fist in the air as he rounds first base.
He claps his hands as he rounds second.
When he reaches third he shakes someone's hand.
He touches home plate and I take off my hat.

**And that's how we won with one swing of the bat.
May 2014 · 823
The Whisper May 2014
I'm knocking.
Please answer the door.
Let me in, let me in.
I mean you no harm.

Just let me know you.
Let me see you.
I promise you, I promise,
That this is really me.

I hope that one day,
You'll notice the heart,
On my sleeve, that I wear,
Because of the courage you give me.

You're there for me,
So I know you care.
I know you want me around.
So show me the real you.

What could you possibly say,
That is so **** shocking,
That it will scare me away?
Don't be ashamed.

I'm here for you.

If you are afraid,
To let me inside,
Your small room of secrets,
I have news for you.

I'm scared just like you.

I'm scared of you.
I'm scared that you'll ignore me,
When I'm telling the truth.
I've got nothing to hide.

Let me get to know you.
Let me be there for you.
Are you scared of my thoughts?
Then let me show you.

I hope that one day...

*I'll be enough for you.
May 2014 · 620
The Whisper May 2014
Sometimes it's best to just let the words flow,
Out of your mind and from your soul.
Human communication has evolved in a way,
Millennium, after millennium, into what it is today.
Does it not seem odd in strange and quirky way,
That even us people sometimes don't know what to say?
We speak.
We listen.
We know.
We learn.
Yet often, we are left speechless without a word in mind.
Like when you witness a fight.
Or watch someone hit a homerun.
You see your dad cry.
Trying something you love for the first time.
A loved one dies.
Hearing an unbelievable secret.
Having *** for the first time.
Falling in love.
Getting your heart broken.

It's one thing to know what to say.
It's another to know *how you feel.
Decided to try a freestyle form of writing for shirts and giggles. Just wrote down whatever came to mind first.
May 2014 · 1.5k
As I Look Up At The Sky
The Whisper May 2014
I pinch my brow, and rub my eyes.
I procure a heavy sigh.
I feel regret, a dear old friend,
As I look up at the sky.

I retreat to my mind, I shut my eyes.
I think of what to say.
Hate comes along, whistling his song,
"How would you rather feel today?"

I searched for love, I found someone.
I thought she was a dream.
Instead I found myself in hell.
People aren't always what they seem.

I was blinded by "love", I am in love.
I love her and she loves me.
But so many questions come to my mind.
"Are we truly meant to be?"

I don't know, I don't know, I really don't know...
There's so much pain in my heart.
The things that we do and the things that we say,
Are tearing us apart.

I unclench my fists, I open my eyes.
I let out a heavier sigh.
Rubbing my eyes, I wipe these tears
As I look up at the sky.
In this poem, I used a lot of imagery to try and paint pictures and piece together what it's like when we all stare at something, eyes wide open (for whatever reason) and we just become unaware of ourselves whilst in deep thought. We just focus so deeply on what we're thinking about, and we get so lost, that as soon as we open our eyes, we don't even realize how little or how much time has passed. The shortness of this poem is supposed to mimicking how very little thinking can be a lot to take in at once.
Oct 2013 · 951
An Insomniac's Narrative
The Whisper Oct 2013
"No, not again..." I cried to myself,
As I buried my face in the palms of my hands.
As I clenched onto a lock of my hair in each fist,
And slowly but surely loosened my grip.

So many nights in this dark room of mine,
Repeating this ritual from one night to the next.
Sometimes I pace, sometimes I drink,
But most of the time I just sit down and think.

I think to myself...
What is this, a curse?
My punishment for all my sins and misdeeds?
My refusal to believe in a man called, "God"?
For biting the hand from which I did feed?

"It can't be..." I whisper in fear.
"If God does exist, he wouldn't do this to me."
"I wouldn't be cursed with such a terrible plague."

Then the demons awaken.
Just like every other night.
Forcing their way into my room every night.
Forcing their way into my head every night.
Haunting me until the sun shines on my window.

They hold my eyes open.
But I force them shut.
They whisper my thoughts,
And their voices keep me up.
Silent and still like a dark shallow pond,
But sleep refuses to rescue me.

And when that sun shines,
It's a sight I do dread.
A sight that reminds me of these mornings in bed,
When the battle is over and the demons retreat,
Into my head as I lay in defeat.

Now that it's over, I continue my day.
Keeping my curse and my demons at bay.
But even then, I dread every night,
When my demons return with a vengeance to fight.
Another poem about my sleeping disorder.
Oct 2013 · 866
A Pendelum Axe
The Whisper Oct 2013
I need my rest tonight.
But my mind is wide-awake.
Emotional strife in my comfortable life,
Leave me with decisions to make.

But doubt...
Is what forces my eyes open,
And keeps me pinned against my bed.

Is what makes my fists clench.
Making me repeat what I said.

It's like torture.

A pendulum axe.
Right above my bed.
Trying get inside of my head.

Why is life so difficult?
Is this really meant to be?

*The truth is everything is really up to me.
Everyone knows what a pendulum axe is... right? RIGHT?!
Oct 2013 · 987
My Empty Hands
The Whisper Oct 2013
Who are you?

My heart longs to know.
For your face is a mystery,
Along with your existence.

Do you know?

That I'm here and waiting for you.
And that these empty hands,
Long and hope to hold yours.

My heart will be yours.

Before we even know.
For if destiny is real,
Then our fates will entwine.

Are you afraid?

That our paths will never cross?
Sleep well then, my dear.
For this is something we share.

Alone, we are not.

Even though we both are.
Our desires are shared,
Where ever you are.

Do you hear me?

My muse of mystery.
My one true love.
**If you even exist.
One of my greatest fears is being unlucky in love, which I honestly believe that I am. I wrote this poem to calm my fears and to keep alive the one thing that I almost forgot how to do. Hope.
Oct 2013 · 831
The Whisper Oct 2013
Fire and brimstone are nothing compared,
To the hell that I see, that I live, that I am.
You see, Hell is not a place where the ****** are condemned,
But a place in my head where Regret is the king.

It's a place where everything I wish I could've taken back,
Is played over and over and over again.
Torturing me and who I want to be,
With the image of who I was in the past.

Regret is the king, but Satan is me.
I am the accused, the shamed, the opposer.
The struggle is defining who I am today,
In the midst of the memories that I refuse to believe.

Demons are the memories that haunt me.
Beckoning me with false justification.
Chastising me with the whip of ignorance.
Killing me with the truth of my actions.

Hell is not the domain of evil.
Hell is not the source of all wrong.
Hell is a place inside of our heads.
Where we refuse to go and never want to be.
Oct 2013 · 1.3k
The Whisper Oct 2013
Countless nights with my hand on my chin,
In silence, in solace, in darkness at night.
The hunger for knowledge and quest for the truth,
Lead me to a desk with a small dim lamp,
Where I sit and I ponder my questions in life.

I wonder how many people like me,
Have sat in their rooms or personal sanctuaries.
Sitting alone on the verge of epiphany,
Struggling to find the perfect words to define,
Their thoughts or emotions or questions like mine.

Einstein's theory of relativity.
Tesla's ideas of electricity.
Wilde's philosophy on the emotion of love.
These men are defined by the great things they did,
Because they defined the visions in their head.

My pupils dilate as I stare at my walll.
Time slows down when I'm in deep thought.
Everything, all of it, rushes at me.
I cannot describe the things that I see,
When I turn on the switch of possibility.
Sep 2013 · 619
The Walls
The Whisper Sep 2013
I see through them, right through your walls.
So solid and tall, that you built brick by brick.
Laid one at a time, with a little piece of you,
In every single one of those bricks.

When did you lay the cornerstone?
The very first piece that started it all?

The very first time that your heart fell apart.
The very first time you lost someone close.
The very first truth that you tried to hide.
The first memory that you tried to forget.

The mortar is mixed with your darker side.
It is hardened by sadness, angst, and anger.
Pain is the glue that binds them together.
Keeping the wall between you and them.

To keep them from seeing the tears in your eyes.
To keep them from hearing the sobs from your chest.
You're feeling alone, and I know why.

**You've built the walls way too high.
Aug 2013 · 845
The Silent Wrath
The Whisper Aug 2013
As I look upon the human race;
Just normal everyday people,
There is only one word that stands out in my mind;

******* disgusting.

Putrid wastes of human space.
******* air and eating food.
They never stop eating, they never stop drinking,
While some other people starve to death.

Selfish and stupid.
People scramble for "stuff".
With money they don't have for **** they don't need.
Then they whine about working their dead end jobs.

Animals. Pigs.
Breeding like rats.
Even the ones that shouldn't reproduce.
Just making more useless ******* people,
To contribute to a materialistic, elitist, bigoted global society.

"This is cool. That is cool.
That's ******* lame."
All these stupid ******* rules.
Pop culture and the so-called, "status quo."

And how violent can people get?
Picking fights over dumb ****.
Gang members and terrorists.
It's never safe anymore.

How many more wars must we see before peace?
How many more years before love overcomes all?

It'll never ******* happen.
Because humans are pathetic.

Just another ******* animal with a bigger brain than the rest.
This poem is titled, "The Silent Wrath" because this piece was influenced by the idea of being able to say, out loud, my most brutal and painfully honest thoughts. What would you say if you didn't have to hold anything back?
Aug 2013 · 1.0k
The Whisper Aug 2013
So it begins.
The end, but not the end.
The end of a chapter. The end of a stanza.
A sheltered life; the life of my past.

Fear; t'was my struggle.
The fear of being held back.
But the struggle to free myself from restraint,
Became my very shackles.
I was my own prisoner,
In these walls that I've built, so high.

I hear in the air, the call of a Siren.
A call to my soul. A call to my fate.
The Siren of change.
She announces my time.
The time of rebirth.
My hour of epiphany.

I am awake.
I can breathe. I am free.
Free from myself. Free from my sins.
This is where the new chapter begins.
Aug 2013 · 909
The Whisper Aug 2013
Apathy. Cynicism. Envy. Shame.
Emotions that flood my thoughts day to day.
This darkness, This plague; It has hollowed my heart.
It has shattered my spirit and all feeling is lost.
This ghost has a name.


Regret is the weight of the burden I bear.
It's all that I've lost when I said, "I don't care."
It's the lies that I forced myself to believe.
Opportunities I've lost in the name of ignorance.

I no longer remember who I see in the mirror.
A fellow, that I, have never seen before.
Is it him? Is it me? Was I blind, now I see?
The truth can be painful, but I must believe.
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