"colapse" poems - Hello Poetry

I write poems in the dark when I’m more vulnerable when everyone is sleeping while I bleed my feelings out in letters that stand one after the other. I didn’t learn how to be eloquent it just happens to me once in a while every time my mind is about to colapse. I feel everything intensely and sometimes I try to put them in a cage I place them there until there’s no room for more and then they just explode. I write them in the darkness of my bed the place where I feel safe the place where I can be alone with myself the place that has witnessed uncontrollable breakdowns and that has dried up a whole ocean of tears. I write poems in the dark because it’s the only place where I am me.

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Sep 16, 2019

Sep 16, 2019 at 12:36 AM UTC

tulipinthetropics

I write poems in the dark

I write poems in the dark when I’m more vulnerable when everyone is sleeping while I bleed my feelings out in letters that stand one after the other. I didn’t learn how to be eloquent it just happens to me once in a while every time my mind is about to colapse. I feel everything intensely and sometimes I try to put them in a cage I place them there until there’s no room for more and then they just explode. I write them in the darkness of my bed the place where I feel safe the place where I can be alone with myself the place that has witnessed uncontrollable breakdowns and that has dried up a whole ocean of tears. I write poems in the dark because it’s the only place where I am me.

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I wish i could just hit you with this writers block.. its the only solid thing that remains on my watch, besides the useless clock and you telling me to stop so i act not positive but only for the thought of my cause. turning rights into wrongs for the darkness is comfort, barrying my head in the dirt So i could think from down under. forgetting where thunder comes from i throw the block over my shoulder and continue to silently soldier my way threw this old curse of lost words.. I've never asked them why it hurts. Just continue to suffer hopen these verbs will work them selves out with an open stir from the colapse of my souls worth.. living dead i relapse on the feeling of hearing some critiqued work. So i write from another artists eyes, relizing the potential of my vocal instrument on a low pitch cure. EARTHH BOUND

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Nov 5, 2013

Nov 5, 2013 at 5:18 PM UTC

gabriel-diamante-gonzalez

Earth Bound

I wish i could just hit you with this writers block.. its the only solid thing that remains on my watch, besides the useless clock and you telling me to stop so i act not positive but only for the thought of my cause. turning rights into wrongs for the darkness is comfort, barrying my head in the dirt So i could think from down under. forgetting where thunder comes from i throw the block over my shoulder and continue to silently soldier my way threw this old curse of lost words.. I've never asked them why it hurts. Just continue to suffer hopen these verbs will work them selves out with an open stir from the colapse of my souls worth.. living dead i relapse on the feeling of hearing some critiqued work. So i write from another artists eyes, relizing the potential of my vocal instrument on a low pitch cure. EARTHH BOUND

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falling from the inside like an old building tho my facade has not changed, nor weatherd with age, my foundations are cracked like used sand paper the wallpaper is peeling of the bindings support me dont let me colapse apon the ground we have have soiled dont tell me now the dirt i stood proudly apon has been turned to dust

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Apr 27, 2015

Apr 27, 2015 at 6:50 PM UTC

Actualityandfalseness

crumble

falling from the inside like an old building tho my facade has not changed, nor weatherd with age, my foundations are cracked like used sand paper the wallpaper is peeling of the bindings support me dont let me colapse apon the ground we have have soiled dont tell me now the dirt i stood proudly apon has been turned to dust

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Forever.. He doesn't believe in the weird idea of forever nor would he ever make you believe anything otherwise He wouldn't gift you roses with the assurance that the petals would never wither nor would he show you a sunrise with a lie that the sun would never set He would rather tell you that the roses would wither some day but the smell of his hands would never escape the dried petals and he'd hold your hand and dance all through the evening like the next morning would never ever arrive He would make you a cup of coffee every time it rains while you sit by the windowpane, enjoying the raindrops rolling down the glass and he'd hold you firm and kiss you deep like it is the last drizzle of the year so that he could fill your lungs with the smell of petrichor Forever.. He doesn't believe in the weird idea of forever because he constantly lives with the fear that he's running out of moments. Moments to see your gorgeous smile. Moments to drown into your ocean like eyes. Moments to taste heaven on your lips. Moments to hold your hand in public. Moments to sleep on the moonlit terrace and see the nightsky or moments to sit by you and see the rain falling on the windowpane and hence, he lives each and every moment that he gets with you so he could buid houses of memories in your city of nostalgia.. Houses that would never weaken nor colapse with the onslaught of time

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Nov 27, 2015

Nov 27, 2015 at 4:04 AM UTC

drownedinwords

Forever

Forever.. He doesn't believe in the weird idea of forever nor would he ever make you believe anything otherwise He wouldn't gift you roses with the assurance that the petals would never wither nor would he show you a sunrise with a lie that the sun would never set He would rather tell you that the roses would wither some day but the smell of his hands would never escape the dried petals and he'd hold your hand and dance all through the evening like the next morning would never ever arrive He would make you a cup of coffee every time it rains while you sit by the windowpane, enjoying the raindrops rolling down the glass and he'd hold you firm and kiss you deep like it is the last drizzle of the year so that he could fill your lungs with the smell of petrichor Forever.. He doesn't believe in the weird idea of forever because he constantly lives with the fear that he's running out of moments. Moments to see your gorgeous smile. Moments to drown into your ocean like eyes. Moments to taste heaven on your lips. Moments to hold your hand in public. Moments to sleep on the moonlit terrace and see the nightsky or moments to sit by you and see the rain falling on the windowpane and hence, he lives each and every moment that he gets with you so he could buid houses of memories in your city of nostalgia.. Houses that would never weaken nor colapse with the onslaught of time

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*"Through grim and void we march towards freedom, we are all proud by serving the original Vow. Confronting the dreams of solitude and awe, our eyes will burst with tears by remembering home."*- Spoke the youngest of all, and the elders listened. *"Our smiles will freeze like an old photograph, and that burden is expected decay and colapse some day. Finding two men alive from five, saving two souls by killing ten. It ain't worth it.*" - Said the captain to the ***** "Our children will forgive you for being a murderer."- She replied. "Will we ever forgive ourselves for being murerers?": The enemy thought before he walked into the tent and killed them both. *"There's no phoenix rising, only a lifetime of carrion and a hostile wind that will carry our ashes across the battllefield."*- Said the drinking middle aged man to the Bartender. "We curse them, they curse us, there is no good side neither bad, sir, just a special feeling of threat, and some kind of love for killing. It's unforgiving, but it doesn't matter at all. We still die."- Interrupted the youngest of all. And from the distance was heard: *"Let us cut through the ominous throat of the land! Let us march upon destruction in the name of love! Fatal wounded, disarmed, violated, murdered, we don't care! Because we are laughing at the grave of a lost friend, we conceive destiny and grin to the blood moon. Oh! Mater Bellum ora pro nobis. Nobis hoc ostenderent. Sancta pulchra bellicum.."* And the land was painted in red, the men dead and a strange smell crawled in the air. The songs stopped, the laughs went silent. There was nothing and nothing happened . Just one red drop in the sea of blue.

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Aug 20, 2015

Aug 20, 2015 at 5:56 AM UTC

katzenberg

Weapons of Desire (Canticum ignota fratres)

*"Through grim and void we march towards freedom, we are all proud by serving the original Vow. Confronting the dreams of solitude and awe, our eyes will burst with tears by remembering home."*- Spoke the youngest of all, and the elders listened. *"Our smiles will freeze like an old photograph, and that burden is expected decay and colapse some day. Finding two men alive from five, saving two souls by killing ten. It ain't worth it.*" - Said the captain to the ***** "Our children will forgive you for being a murderer."- She replied. "Will we ever forgive ourselves for being murerers?": The enemy thought before he walked into the tent and killed them both. *"There's no phoenix rising, only a lifetime of carrion and a hostile wind that will carry our ashes across the battllefield."*- Said the drinking middle aged man to the Bartender. "We curse them, they curse us, there is no good side neither bad, sir, just a special feeling of threat, and some kind of love for killing. It's unforgiving, but it doesn't matter at all. We still die."- Interrupted the youngest of all. And from the distance was heard: *"Let us cut through the ominous throat of the land! Let us march upon destruction in the name of love! Fatal wounded, disarmed, violated, murdered, we don't care! Because we are laughing at the grave of a lost friend, we conceive destiny and grin to the blood moon. Oh! Mater Bellum ora pro nobis. Nobis hoc ostenderent. Sancta pulchra bellicum.."* And the land was painted in red, the men dead and a strange smell crawled in the air. The songs stopped, the laughs went silent. There was nothing and nothing happened . Just one red drop in the sea of blue.

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stretch Breathe, Find the foot of your bed, Unwrap the arm from around your head, sigh Smile, The anxiety is gone, just for a while. yawn Tire, Feel your body ache with desire , Check the time, Youve got a while. colapse Relax , The world turns slowly, So for 5 more minutes, You can watch your heart sleep.

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Nov 13, 2016

Nov 13, 2016 at 2:12 AM UTC

Actualityandfalseness

Snooze button

stretch Breathe, Find the foot of your bed, Unwrap the arm from around your head, sigh Smile, The anxiety is gone, just for a while. yawn Tire, Feel your body ache with desire , Check the time, Youve got a while. colapse Relax , The world turns slowly, So for 5 more minutes, You can watch your heart sleep.

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To it they all fall. Nameless faces to the game. Boroken in shame into empty spaces they do crawl. One has to win for the other to lose. The road takes many turns. But we all meet defeat no matter which you choose. Busted knuckles burnt bridges leaving a callus heart sore. Life appears in many forms from the floor. Ive tasted bitter endings claimed in regret. Nights the soul does drift. To a place I yern to forget. Its a dream we no longer recall. So distant to us now. We question did we ever want it at all. i'll gather my fragments oh a jaded heart as I act blind while you head out the door. Then colapse and take it one more time from the floor. P.S. Hey got Twitter JohnRobbins its just like stalking Ineed followers okay that sounds weird haha.

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Dec 16, 2009

Dec 16, 2009 at 10:28 AM UTC

john-patrick-robbins-aka-gonzo

From The Floor

To it they all fall. Nameless faces to the game. Boroken in shame into empty spaces they do crawl. One has to win for the other to lose. The road takes many turns. But we all meet defeat no matter which you choose. Busted knuckles burnt bridges leaving a callus heart sore. Life appears in many forms from the floor. Ive tasted bitter endings claimed in regret. Nights the soul does drift. To a place I yern to forget. Its a dream we no longer recall. So distant to us now. We question did we ever want it at all. i'll gather my fragments oh a jaded heart as I act blind while you head out the door. Then colapse and take it one more time from the floor. P.S. Hey got Twitter JohnRobbins its just like stalking Ineed followers okay that sounds weird haha.

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Though so well I hide, And my life's a masquerade Though, evеrytime I cried And told: "That's charade" Though many times I said: "Don't believe my tears My heart has never bled, I'm cold, I have not fears" Though acted as the happiest, see Wore wide deceitful smile When heard : "Go, live without me" I thought : WIll it be worthwhile? How easily can world colapse When heard:"Get out of sight!" You know, on the church steps The atheist cried. Though thought soul's eternal, When heard:"Forever goodbye" Stopped the song vernal, Eternal soul died.

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Sep 15, 2016

Sep 15, 2016 at 7:52 AM UTC

antonina-dutchak

Masquerade

Though so well I hide, And my life's a masquerade Though, evеrytime I cried And told: "That's charade" Though many times I said: "Don't believe my tears My heart has never bled, I'm cold, I have not fears" Though acted as the happiest, see Wore wide deceitful smile When heard : "Go, live without me" I thought : WIll it be worthwhile? How easily can world colapse When heard:"Get out of sight!" You know, on the church steps The atheist cried. Though thought soul's eternal, When heard:"Forever goodbye" Stopped the song vernal, Eternal soul died.

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MALAKI My this beat wicked tone Slides against this winters bone Breath to breathes Shudders smokeless; rising Colapse C O L A P S ING Agreed to never meet here again... trample towards dissolution In the wake of Gods Light. Pressing palms center souls. Anger as our mortality adjusts to His adjustment. Will I be enough Dorian grey skies unhinged at the sound of this holy war of God less men search for another prophet Freedom from self, a unanswered promise in my heart, my own angel MALAKI freed only in Gods heaven. A Birdless man dies

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Jan 18, 2017

Jan 18, 2017 at 12:22 AM UTC

bp-fallen

Malaki

MALAKI My this beat wicked tone Slides against this winters bone Breath to breathes Shudders smokeless; rising Colapse C O L A P S ING Agreed to never meet here again... trample towards dissolution In the wake of Gods Light. Pressing palms center souls. Anger as our mortality adjusts to His adjustment. Will I be enough Dorian grey skies unhinged at the sound of this holy war of God less men search for another prophet Freedom from self, a unanswered promise in my heart, my own angel MALAKI freed only in Gods heaven. A Birdless man dies

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Do I try to put it in your heart do I force it into your head do you want me to succeed with it? How do I distinguish these feelings my head spins without rotation's Will i colapse when the dizziness starts If gravity does pull me down I hope youll catch me.

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Nov 23, 2014

Nov 23, 2014 at 2:43 AM UTC

isrealuj

lifes intuition.

Do I try to put it in your heart do I force it into your head do you want me to succeed with it? How do I distinguish these feelings my head spins without rotation's Will i colapse when the dizziness starts If gravity does pull me down I hope youll catch me.

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And My minds over matter... Cuz Im here in out of space... I float in grey matter.. theres no air in this place... but i breathe... Understand me I still breathe... Lungs fill and colapse... regular sequence of attack... So that obviously means, I was never human to begin... So can I make you believe you had an angel as a friend... Protection like no other... Your perfect lil brorther... cuz from up here I can control Your Bigger brother... A deeper breed of lover... Cuz i can see it all... but with no gravity I can save you from the fall... Mind over matter.. this should be your chase.. Make your life better... Free your self from this place..

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Jan 17, 2012

Jan 17, 2012 at 10:20 AM UTC

quentin-briscoe

Mind over Matter

And My minds over matter... Cuz Im here in out of space... I float in grey matter.. theres no air in this place... but i breathe... Understand me I still breathe... Lungs fill and colapse... regular sequence of attack... So that obviously means, I was never human to begin... So can I make you believe you had an angel as a friend... Protection like no other... Your perfect lil brorther... cuz from up here I can control Your Bigger brother... A deeper breed of lover... Cuz i can see it all... but with no gravity I can save you from the fall... Mind over matter.. this should be your chase.. Make your life better... Free your self from this place..

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Break a cup in the sink Shatter the glass Pick the biggest, sharpest, best piece. Run the water put the point against my skin against the blue vein. Press. Make my hand bleed from holding Make my wrist bleed from pressing. Pull. Create a line and pull some more Press some more. Make the blood come. Watch it flow until vision is black. Colapse. Mom or dad, it doesn’t matter find me on the kitchen floor. 911. Am I dead? Or barely alive? Failure either way.

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Dec 21, 2015

Dec 21, 2015 at 7:13 PM UTC

christina-cox

Suicidal

Break a cup in the sink Shatter the glass Pick the biggest, sharpest, best piece. Run the water put the point against my skin against the blue vein. Press. Make my hand bleed from holding Make my wrist bleed from pressing. Pull. Create a line and pull some more Press some more. Make the blood come. Watch it flow until vision is black. Colapse. Mom or dad, it doesn’t matter find me on the kitchen floor. 911. Am I dead? Or barely alive? Failure either way.

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I see them on the screen, they lie to me, pretend to want me. They twist me into something I’m not and teach me all the wrong things. They tell me how to love, tell me that it’s okay. I want to stop but I can’t, they taunt me in my dreams and are there when I wake and go to sleep. I know that this is not right, that I need to escape. I fight to disconnect to log out, to be free. I want, I need someone real. I want to feel the goose bumps rise as I caress them. I let their scent intoxicate me, arouse me. Their touch bringing me back to life. Steamy windows created by the heat of our souls embrace. Drops of sweat mingle like lovers dancing to the sounds of heart beats coming together. Losing each other in ecstasy as we explode and colapse in a molten embrace. Your eyes speak to my soul, asking me for more. As I kiss your trembling lips with their taste like a drug. Our bodies connect once more, I hear you gasp as you open yourself up to me. The smile, anticipating a river of ecstasy flowing over us, drowning us in love once more.

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Apr 8, 2018

Apr 8, 2018 at 1:05 PM UTC

Irkar

Addicted to the Real

I see them on the screen, they lie to me, pretend to want me. They twist me into something I’m not and teach me all the wrong things. They tell me how to love, tell me that it’s okay. I want to stop but I can’t, they taunt me in my dreams and are there when I wake and go to sleep. I know that this is not right, that I need to escape. I fight to disconnect to log out, to be free. I want, I need someone real. I want to feel the goose bumps rise as I caress them. I let their scent intoxicate me, arouse me. Their touch bringing me back to life. Steamy windows created by the heat of our souls embrace. Drops of sweat mingle like lovers dancing to the sounds of heart beats coming together. Losing each other in ecstasy as we explode and colapse in a molten embrace. Your eyes speak to my soul, asking me for more. As I kiss your trembling lips with their taste like a drug. Our bodies connect once more, I hear you gasp as you open yourself up to me. The smile, anticipating a river of ecstasy flowing over us, drowning us in love once more.

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