"defeaning" poems
I will love you until the day the moon will vanish into its dark vast space
Until the stars slowly untwinkle as you close your eyes during the night.
And until i see the morning sun rising reflected upon your brown eyes
I will unconditionally love you until our universe will inevitably explode into the void
Just as how defeaning our world crashes and collides,
Is just as perfectly how i would want to loudly speak your name and yell how solemnly am deeply inlove with you
Mar 22, 2017
Mar 22, 2017 at 11:56 AM UTC
✨√SIGNED_FATE
I looked at myself in the mirror,
Smiled, but hit back with a frawning reflection,
My thoughts lingered on the darkened soul,
Where the black suit sheltered pain, deep sketched scars of a tortured heart...
A place they found as comfortable as home,
A place they cry and mourn.
Daughter of fate as written,
Happiness buried deep within my soul,
Screams and cries of the vengeful beasts inside,
Wanting to be let free,
And ***** the whole situation up.
Echoes of the defeaning silence,
Sending me to hades...
They watching,
My every move tracking,
Leading me on a journey there's nothing like retrieving,
Where I hope to have an unerrinng ******* life,
Where I wish they lull me to eternal sleep.
Their voices becoming louder as I pootle in,
Gravitating deeper in the gloomy atmosphere,
Wild thoughts circulating in my mind,
Suicidal thoughts taking the better part of me,
with a force greater than centrifugal,
dismantling whole of my right mind.
Their open arms luring me to hug back,
No one can save me now,
No one can unhitch me from these chains of torment, condemnation,
My mind is all frozen,
My heart is all broken,
Nothing's right,
Maybe signing my fate is the only real thing,
Maybe I'll no longer feel this emptiness,
loneliness,
Just like leaves gyrate slowly to the ground.
Everything happens so fast,
In nick of time, blade in my hand,
Gashed both of my wrists, half-arsed,
Gush of blood flowing,
I pass out,
In a pool of a blood, I lay helplessly,
Waiting for my flipping Will to be read out.
Signed fate...
©tiana...😭
Apr 22, 2021
Apr 22, 2021 at 5:30 PM UTC
Once there was a lonely swing
It swung slowly at midday
But stood still at midnight
It was out of curiosty that i held its chain
Rusted from years of use
Slowly i sat and thought
"How lonely it must be to be forgotten"
To give pity on a swing
I must have lost my mind
So I held on and pushed
Slowly pushed on the cold sand
The swing creaked with each movement
Reminding me of its sullen old age
It brought me higher and higher
Euphoria filled me to the brim
I reached out as
I aimed for the stars
The constellations
The galaxies from afar
Grasping the dusts of the wind against my palm
Inhaling the cold city air
Breath in
Breath out
"Higher higher" i screamed
Lashing out to the nothingness that surronds me
Cringing to the sound of rust against rust
The silence was defeaning as I swung
So i pushed harder and harder
Till the universe embraced me
It made me dizzy as it took every ounce of my breath
So I had to stop
Because madness was an armlength away
Beckoning me to let go as i reached the peak of the sky
Maybe it wasn't so bad
To experience what it was like to fly for a moment
To be one with the midnight sky
Escaping reality for a second
Knowing i'll be crashing right back into its arms
So i gripped the chains and stopped
Allowing gravity to pull me back from my thoughts
Now the galaxies seemed to looked farther and farther
Seemlessly miniscule for my sight
The sound of night has now reached my ears
The harsh air has now reached my lungs
The insanity of what i may have done has now reached my mind
I then descend downwards from my fantasy
Landing from my left then to my right
I felt the cold sand against my worn out shoes
As i walk away from the lonely swing
The lonely swing that once gave me thoughts of madness and wonder
Mar 10, 2016
Mar 10, 2016 at 11:41 AM UTC
We ignored Truths for temporary happiness--
said we loved when we really loved
ourselves. We could not break the walls
separating this room within our rooms, our hands.
We lived without a fault, nails to our
hands. Our hands
tattooed skins and glazed with rain.
Ain't no pain they say, this way--
out of the door and into the pit
all the while playing fire,
at the end of our wits. Be sane
once, and lose it all later,
you hold my hand and say
a prayer. *Lord, where do we go when we lose
ourselves?* *Where are you? He called
the angels' sirens defeaning.
I am not here, I said. I am not
here. Hear, He said. Here.
Sep 9, 2017
Sep 9, 2017 at 8:33 AM UTC
It was on those sleepless nights
When I was alone with my thoughts
That I realized
Noise is not just sound
Because silence can be the most defeaning.
Oct 22, 2015
Oct 22, 2015 at 11:35 PM UTC
behind the movie screens,
behind the fall of the curtain,
behind the defeaning screams,
behind the fame and the dreams,
behind all this glory,
an actor fell on his knees
and brokedown.
behind the limelight is a stage that
doesn't require any set ups.
behind the character is a story
that dont have a script.
behind all this drama and chaos,
the Director says, "Cut!"
and says, "Take Two!"
this is the story of an actor in his make believe,
temporary world.
and the Director who gives second chances and
many more chances.
in this stage called Life, may You focus
Your spotlight on me Lord.
Aug 13, 2013
Aug 13, 2013 at 4:00 AM UTC
Here you are again,
Caught and hauntingly scarred by
defeaning silence.
Aug 5, 2019
Aug 5, 2019 at 2:24 AM UTC
It's hot
and it's humid.
But it's the perfect temperature,
and the best climate.
The bugs are all over me,
a distraction.
A thousand tender caresses
from The Mother.
I am wearing too much clothing.
But I am completely naked,
open,
and exposed
to the air
and the light.
On opposite ends of the wood,
I am too close to you.
But I want so badly
to be inside of you.
There is no sound here.
And it is defeaning.
I am completely sober.
And out of my ******* skull.
I feel like ****
and have never felt better.
Here,
with you,
I am all alone.
My books
all define the Infinite,
while void
of any meaning.
I Want so fiercely,
like a ******* hole in my chest.
And I am content.
I miss you all,
now that you are here with me.
The wind swirls around us,
and nothing moves.
My belly,
my heart,
and my head
are all empty,
so I nourish the insects
with my skin,
and my sweat,
and my breath.
And when the storm
finally breaks,
and the rain
finally comes,
I will
finally
be dry.
Jan 22, 2013
Jan 22, 2013 at 3:49 PM UTC
The night sky ruptured and bled crimson
The souls of tortured and restless spirits of the departed descended upon us....
Hovered around us
Their defeaning twisted screeching and whispers fell into our trembling ears
Those who took refuge in the fort that cannot be touched by the unholy denied us entry
We begged and knocked until our knuckles bled
Till our fingernails fell off
The ground crumbled beneath us
Opened a giant sink hole to oblivion
Trapped in the shackle of near damnation
Motionless
All we could do was endure the inescapable ruination
Nov 7, 2013
Nov 7, 2013 at 1:00 PM UTC
The magic released from your fingertips purr like spikey legs of a cricket, and although the pitch can be quite much, at least it fills the defeaning silence. And that's better than nothing.
It's everything compared to nothing
See, it's a different type of suffering.
As cardinal as the cardinals sing,
sound still sounds more radiant from your mouth; light as a cloud and tempting as the devil's cake, but it's much too **** loud for this headache.
Just as a hummingbird you urge each redundant peck deeper, and with it comes a blatant crooked creek. It's such a lovely repeat to wake up to, but the minute reality sets in I just want to shake you and retreat back to sleep so sound.
Retreat back to sound as sleep.
My cloudy head floats peeking at your ground,
and I can't make up my mind when your earth is bringing it down.
Jun 17, 2014
Jun 17, 2014 at 2:10 PM UTC
*The shadow of death
Seeps through the fissures
In the walls
Carefully sculpted
Arcadian descent
Ominous, fated
Where has this life
Drained away to
All that remains is
Discarded fervour
Inertia's unflinching grip
Past the border of
illusionary threadbare mirth
Lies blinding white
A penumbra of defeaning static
Looming over the being
The violent hollow that consumes
And never dies.*
Apr 5, 2016
Apr 5, 2016 at 8:29 PM UTC
Deep within the darkness
I lay staring at the sky
With nothing but emptiness
And of defeaning silence's cry
Into these hollow walls, I stay
Awake from the unending nights
From the quiet tavern, I pray
For my soul to take flight
The birds I've heard years ago
To the sunrise that casts at dawn
Here I am away from the echo
Of the living; I'm left all alone
This is my cave, my home
For years I waited on a throne
With nothing else, from sight
Just my darkness, my only light
Apr 9, 2019
Apr 9, 2019 at 5:09 AM UTC
Rest.
You must be tired from all the
chasing,
and I am undeniably tired from trying
to outrun you,
only to have you
catch up with me and drag me
to the starting point -
to have me run -
all over again.
No, sweets, don’t hold me close to you tonight for
I’m packing my things
to find a cosy place,
distant
from the comfort of your warmth
to call my own.
And in that place I will not find myself crouching
in a corner
where my whispers are loud and
my screams so silent it becomes
defeaning.
So stop breaking the door down
demanding for answers to which
questions I have no capacity
to explain -
I have already figured my way
out.
Aug 13, 2014
Aug 13, 2014 at 4:20 AM UTC
how can i explain
the earthquake
the silence
how the world stood still
and white
the blur, defeaning nights
times spent waiting
crying
standing still
feeling everything
nothing
ears beating
their silence
i was the one left dying
again and again
there's hell in the sky
and darling
i'm the captive
Dec 7, 2013
Dec 7, 2013 at 8:33 PM UTC
Bonds of paper pressed and folded
Bringing with it such paper planes accurate
Dipped quills, ink splattered across the white ream
Lanterns lighting, defeaning silence of the whispers of the wind's realm.
Entrusting aflame candles, flewn for enlightenment,
Trembling with the breeze's whistling accompaniment,
White as newborn clouds, creased lines across it's edges,
Books pilled up with history and insights, torn pages.
Storms swirling ever so swiftly,
Drifting folding paper dancing to the wind gracefully,
Following the rhythm of the hurricane,
Remaining resilientㅡ free from stabbing pain.
Tint overflowing each ream precisely,
Tainted with dreams crafted so idly,
A little push, realising grip,
A wish fleeting away, once one to keep.
Dec 2, 2018
Dec 2, 2018 at 6:00 PM UTC
He's on the edge, staring blankly at the dark abyss below. Tears on his cheeks, broken heart in his chest, contemplating to end everything, wanting everything to just stop.
He's now inching closer and closer and my chest and lungs constrict tighter, air finding it hard to make its way down my throat. I ran. Ran towards him. I screamed. Screamed for him to stop.
I love this man, with all my heart. I'd do anything for him. He's the reason why I fought so hard against my mind to survive. He's the one who taught me that love is a choice, and no matter how much it gets hard, I'll choose him over and over again.
I'm choosing him again now.
He looked back at me, and he shook his head from side to side. He doesn't want me to come near him. Just then, he inched closer to the edge and with just one more step he will fall.
Panic rising, I did what I have to and ignored his protests. And when my fingers can almost touch him, he screamed. I stopped, tears already falling non stop on my cheeks while I shake my head.
Don't do this, I screamed. Don't do this to me.
I walked closer and gripped his shoulders. I looked at my hands and realized they were shaking. I was shaking the whole time. Fear. I am afraid of losing him forever. I gripped him tighter at the thought and begged him more.
And then, he pushed me.
He pushed me in the dark abyss. Before I could even react, I was already falling. The face of the man I love was the last thing I saw before everything went pure black. My chest tightened at the sight. Oh how I wish I could wipe those tears away, but his face were so far away from my hands.
I'm sorry.
I then felt the hard ground hit me. The silence screams on my ears, defeaning, everything was pitch black, blinding, the solid ground cold on my back, excruciating. I fought hard to breathe, frightening.
I then remembered my angel's face, and realized that this is all nothing compared to the pain he was feeling. My heart was about to burst and I screamed, knowing I can't do anything to help him.
I'm sorry, love.
He will jump. I know he will jump. I saw it in his eyes and I felt the fear on my heart. It was all real. This is real. And I don't know what to do.
I stood up, my whole body aching. But I have to.
Maybe, I'll just catch him from here. That's all I could do.
Oct 11, 2017
Oct 11, 2017 at 10:04 AM UTC
Holy **** what did I just say,
I'm pretty sure now it was a fatal mistake .
Blinded by the drug that's sipping through my bloodstream,
You're halfway out the door, God help me please.
Forgive me my darling,
I'm on my knees begging
Because if you were to leave me tonight,
It will be a flatline with defeaning beeps.
Jan 24, 2015
Jan 24, 2015 at 11:25 AM UTC
The common desire to define ourselves is defeaning and my ears are ringing. I'm searching for the foundation of the sound, the definite core where I grow from the ground. I have the power to water my basis but instead I let the impression of myself through anothers biases dry up and dust away. I'm kicking rocks below my barefeet, hoping that when I spread and share my air the opinions of who surrounds me wont pollute it to the degree where I can no longer breathe. And now im rocking back and forth in this creeking wooden chair, the roots of relative minds rested below me reminding me what was once there and whether or not something tangible will result when the inevitabilities of life chop me down and leave me bare.
So I guess until tomorrow, or a week, a month, a year, I'll disintegrate into the soil before any of my peers and it won't hurt so bad to be left alone when I know their roots above still continue to fully grow.
Jun 20, 2014
Jun 20, 2014 at 2:20 PM UTC
*what's heavier than
the unbearable pain
& inevitable worries
your heart carry?
what's worse than
a mind lingering a
painful memory?
and what's even defeaning than
an ear hearing
the saddest story?
J.H.*
May 24, 2016
May 24, 2016 at 12:10 AM UTC
the night falls, and so does her.
she gets into bed and crawls straight to the sheets
on, between, under
the thin layer of the heavy
solitude,
hearing the defeaning sound of
silence;
hearing the whispers of life leaving.
the absence of light
as a state of comfort
was very sugesting,
she wished it to stay
for good
calm, timid, flirtatious, unreadable
so
inviting.
the rain wakes her up abruptly
form her desire
from her plans to fulfill dreams...
rain drops hope
because it doesn't want to stay up there,
it has to flush
creating
stalled liquid
and a kid splash it
barefoot, naive
rushed about tomorrow
not knowing that it means.
smash to dissipate
craked, shattered,
water becoming future,
water becoming nothing.
a soft but noticeable sneeze of wind
pass throught the window
not asking for permission
but convinced about
cover everything
sinking into every inch of space.
there comes sharp
the smell of old wood and fresh black dirt.
dawn is not allowed,
not this thime.
death sits in the corner of the bed
to read a story
about Mara,
and then
oblivion kisses her goodnight.
Mar 7, 2014
Mar 7, 2014 at 2:49 PM UTC
did you ever look to see if my window was open
like I looked for your car hoping to see you in motion
why do I always go back there?
like a grave of a loved one, I would still visit the thought of you every day
bringing along fresh flowers
is seems that the stone heart you gave me is stuck inside the ground
like the time I would beg to lay down in your arms
one glimpse and I worship your presence
maybe I romanticize the death of our love
boats were never made to stay on the shore
planes were not meant to lift high for those who can't pay them for
silence is more defeaning than the word goodbye
I cant see what the sun tries to tell me about you
if you've closed your eyes
Dec 18, 2020
Dec 18, 2020 at 8:35 PM UTC
I wanted to say I needed you,
That my minds drags you like an old toy.
And that you won't spare me a thought,
Not even if your life depended on it.
That I hate you so much,
For breaking me like that.
And pretending like I never existed.
That it angers me.
How much I believed those brown eyes.
And fall for all now I know were lies.
That it breaks me even more,
To think about us,
And remember you everyday.
That you are a ghost that haunts me,
Everywhere I go and everyhow I feel.
That the image of you both together,
Is the center of every nightmare I have.
That it fills me with rage,
How I still fall for you,
And your sick games of power.
That I hate just how much I think of you,
But what I truly hate,
Is my inability to hate you.
I wanted you to know
Cause the silence is defeaning,
And this feeling overwhelming.
Apr 12, 2016
Apr 12, 2016 at 2:44 AM UTC
walking in a dark forest
Leaves crunch beneath my boots
the only sounds come from snapped twigs and fidgeting bodies
Along the tree line are staring eyes
People shifting occaisionly, not speaking
Just staring
They don’t break eye contact
Not once
I keep walking, holding myself tightly
Walking towards a light, but every step I take,
the more the staring gets to me
I try to ignore but then the whispering starts
And suddenly I’m getting chills
their eyes are cutting into me
Now I’m running
Crunching leaf sounds are behind me
As the whispering becomes defeaning
Covering, covering my ears
tears mix with grime
Breathing heavy
sprinting away from the whispers
Finding myself on smooth pavement
Heart beating rapidly but the whispers have stopped
Collapse onto the ground
in a pile of tears
But the stares are still there
just at the edge of the woods
Watching, emotionless.
Oct 23, 2019
Oct 23, 2019 at 11:06 AM UTC
Silence...
Defeaning , Depressing.
Hurting , Suffocating and Paining.
Spreading slowly across the Domain.
You
Oct 4, 2018
Oct 4, 2018 at 12:13 PM UTC