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741 · Apr 2018
Addicted.
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.
738 · May 2013
The Love of a Friend
The Whisper May 2013
The pride to my shame.
The fuel of my flame.
If life is a target,
Then you are my aim.
The calm to my storm.
The cool to my warm.
Together we fight,
Against all the norm.

You stand beside me,
And you help me see,
The infinite choices,
Of what I could be.
I'll stand beside you,
Happy or blue.
A living reminder,
Of all that is true.

You see on my face,
The pain and disgrace.
The remnants of guilt,
That I tried to erase.
In you, I confide.
All ******* aside.
When I am with you,
There's nothing to hide.

I see in your eyes,
Beneath the disguise,
The purest of hearts,
In fear of demise.
There's nothing to fear.
Though it isn't always clear,
Should you stray from your path,
I will always be near.

Our friendship is fate.
From the way that we prate,
I can tell our connection,
Will never abate.
Our lives, they conflate.
Our wisdoms equate.
Imagine the wonders,
That we can create.

The void has been filled.
This friendship, we build.
We look to the future;
The both of us thrilled.
So here I will stand,
In reach of your hand.
The greatest of friends,
In all of the land.
To my dearest friend, Brianna. (Yes, she's a girl.) May this poem calm your fears and fill your heart with happiness, as you have done for me.
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.
674 · Feb 2015
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.
671 · Jun 2014
Human
The Whisper Jun 2014
Being Human seems easy enough.
You live and you die; and the middle?

Unknown.

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.
663 · May 2014
Untitled
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.
662 · May 2013
Hello There, Young Miss
The Whisper May 2013
Why hello there, Young Miss,
You look lovely today!
How about a small kiss?
And a walk by the bay?

Where the waves touch our toes,
Under the cold sand,
As a warm breeze blows,
I will reach for your hand.

I'll adore your cute smile,
And hold you quite tight,
For as long as a mile,
Or until it is night.

It's up to you, Beauty.
I swear I don't bite!
Answer me, cutie.
Are you sure you're alright?
637 · Jul 2015
Locked
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.
636 · Sep 2013
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.
632 · May 2013
What A Journey
The Whisper May 2013
As I stared beyond the stars,
In the dark night sky,
My questions were answered,
With every breath, every sigh.

Was I losing my mind?
Where was my head?
Am I even living,
Or already dead?
Am I feeling the energy,
Of the power above?
What is the true meaning,
Of all that I love?

At the edge of the Universe,
I saw a reflection,
Of all my own memories,
In their own little section.
Then I fell off the edge,
Into a sea of dreams.
Tearing my reality,
From its very seams.

Then I snapped back to Earth,
And it was surreal.
No words to describe,
Just how I did feel.
My existence was fading,
And had become whole.
Absorbed by the cosmos,
I entered my soul.

What a journey, it was!
Oh, the things I did see.
I was one with the Universe,
And the Universe was me.
A recent experiment with psilocybin mushrooms (magic mushrooms or "shrooms") inspired this piece. What a journey it was indeed!
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.
585 · May 2013
Eden 2.0
The Whisper May 2013
Playing back in my head,
The moments I dread.
Souvenirs of the past;
They refuse to be shed.

A second at last,
To sail at full mast.
To explore in my sleep,
My mind that is vast.

Deep in my dreams.
Strange as it seems,
The moments rush back,
Like white water streams.

Consumed by the black,
Like a ****** on smack,
Eden is gone,
Through the strength that I lack.

Weak as a fawn,
To the darkness, I'm drawn.
I painfully wait,
For the glimmer of dawn.
Inspired by the song "Eden" by one of my favorite bands, TesseracT.
582 · May 2013
Living to Die
The Whisper May 2013
In a world as complicated as humans themselves,
Perception is key for a guy like me.
A guy who looks in instead of looking out.
A person that's clueless as to what life's about.

Do we live for the money so that we may survive?
Or do we live for the good times with the laughs and the smiles?
Do we live for the love that we save for another?
Or do we live for our families as fathers and mothers?

Do we live for the ***, the drugs, and the pleasure?
Or do we live as sinners until Hell's frozen over?
Do we live for the power that we gain over peers?
Or do we live as followers, mindless sheep, or deer?

To these, I say nay, for I've discovered the truth.
To live is your choice, whatever you choose.
I live and I learn, I learn and I die,
Into the void, behind my own eyes.

And whatever may come after my last breath,
I shall not fear it for it isn't the end.
Whether it is or it isn't, I'll never be sure.
But whatever it is, I'm there to endure
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...
Inevitability.

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.
569 · May 2013
A Moment To Share
The Whisper May 2013
Skin that is as lovely as a warm summer day.
Lips as luscious as a fresh strawberry.
A body that Athena would loathe you for.
My desire for you burns like a shot of tequila.
Hands that are made to fit right into mine.
Arms that rest on the nape of my neck as we kiss.
Pulling me closer to the place I want to be.
The scent of your hair drives me madder than mad.
The rush of horomones that course through my veins.
As my lips find their way the side of your neck.
As my hands find their way to the small of your back.
As our faces touch and we feel what we have.
Mutual feelings of intensity that we cannot describe.
Your voice says you love me.
But your eyes say so much more.
The wall has come down and our feelings are pure.
Time has stopped and I've forgetten the world.
For all that exists at this very moment is us and our love.
Since one of my love poems is my most read and liked poem so far, here's another one. I'm sure we can all relate this to a moment we shared with someone we love or once loved.
538 · Jul 2013
These Hands
The Whisper Jul 2013
My hands,
Idle hands.
Empty and soft;
Harmless, don't you think?

Take a second thought;
What have they done?
These hands,
Idle hands.

From palm to palm,
He marks them red,
And then he gets,
Inside your head.

The Devil dwells,
In silent minds.
What you will seek,
You should not find.

Before you know,
Your mind will go.
Your deal is sealed,
The curse will show.

Your hands,
Idle hands.
The Devil roams,
Unseen by all.

But now you know,
The Devil's code.
Our hands.
Idle hands.
534 · Sep 2018
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,
Despite
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
Intertwined.
For a special person.
533 · Aug 2014
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.

Us

We.

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

Awaken.
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?
421 · May 2013
Love On Hold
The Whisper May 2013
What divides me is the distance,
Between you and I.
It leaves me torn in two,
For all I want is to be with you.

We haven't shared a moment together,
Not a single second of time.
But just hearing your voice,
Is enough to have me wish you were mine.

Time goes on,
Yet we still haven't met.
My love is on hold until that day,
That I see your smile before me

I'll bask in your beauty,
And enjoy the time,
That the two of us spend together,
Silently hoping it will last forever.
333 · Jul 2019
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.
122 · May 2021
Manifest
The Whisper May 2021
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.

— The End —