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 Apr 2020 Senita beryl
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 Apr 2020 Senita beryl
-elixir-
I sit by the window
as I sip my coffee,
and celebrate our joys.

I imagine that you will
come home with the sunshine,
but your coffee's gone cold
Sometimes you just realize how important it is to hold on to those memories,
after a loss
 Apr 2020 Senita beryl
W Heng
If I learn to turn off all the lights,
And return things where I found them,
And train to catch things as they fall,
(And then to not drop them at all)

If I learn to be so ever-loving,
Kind, not crude, not shoulder turning,
Predict the cuts that I could claw,
(And then not make the cuts at all)

If I learn to truly be content
And spend the days not feeling spent
Swallow resentment’s bitter call
(And forget bitterness forevermore)

If I learn to live outside myself
Learn to re-align myself,
Remove venom from my teeth-myself
Live a normal life myself
Begin to sanitise myself
Stop retreating to the dark, myself
Retract my knives and fists myself
Pull delusion from my eyes myself





Would I still be me at all?
 Apr 2020 Senita beryl
Puck
He painted his face each morning
In the most eccentric colors.
To make her forget the dullness
Of the world around her.

-Toska
Hi I'm new to this. Still figuring out how it all works haha. Hope you'll enjoy my poems, can't wait to read yours ! x
 Apr 2020 Senita beryl
Lyndsey
I talk to my cats,
to the shadows on the wall,

I talk to myself,
or I don't talk at all.

I'm swirling in thoughts
that won't stay away.

I spend far too much time
wasted this way.

Stuck somewhere between
depressed and numb,

My only reprieve,
sitting in the sun.

Moments while the rays
illuminate my skin

I don't feel so trapped,
I dont feel shut in.
For anybody dealing with their mental health demons during this pandemic, please remember you aren't alone. ♡
Material things don’t entice me
Empty promises don’t  count as a remedy
Flowery words are pleasing to the ear
With apparent intentions clear

Is this just an infatuation?
An effect of my subtle imagination
This relentles game of tug of war
How I wish it wouldn’t end up in a scar

All I know is that I’m tired of this dance
Might as well give us a chance?
You have gone way past this armour
Consistency, that is all I am asking for
Excitement is the sign
of the beginning of the learning
While silence is the
sign of its completion
Not of an age,
but for all time
No better time to read
his tragicomedies
than this lockdown
Remembering William Shakespeare on his birthday today . His tragicomedies are always relevant.
THE WORDS YOU                    CANNOT SAY
The words you cannot say
    Could possibly change the a day
Save a life
                 Change ones view --
      -- Away from that of which they thought they knew
      
The words you cannot say ..
                      
                 The wounds, you caused ,
Will not go away...

           You try but---
cannot turn away....
      For you're the cause of so much hardship and dismay----
---This may be the only way
                  To say that witch you cannot say---
         -----  They, may be the words you needed
to overcome the  memories that can't be deleted...

The feelings will be never depleted
   Unless you speak it ....
  

The words I cannot say
         Haunt me til this day...
Wishing  you could speak up. Or wanting to make a situation better  but  fearing that you will have the opposite effect
Writhing in turmoil
The black waves scream endlessly
Death pervades the air
Every instinct tells to run
Yet we still venture to its depths
Tanka poem
art is
blood

we cut
our
souls

on purpose

sometimes
it trickles

sometimes
it oozes

and

sometimes
it spurts

and always
we create

these scars

we heal
but never

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