"ost" poems
Why? Simply that,
Somedays, It's just so
(F)un
(L)iving
(I)n
(R)omantic
(T)ragedy
Than being
(L)ost
(O)ver
(V)ulnerable
(E)motions
Apr 7, 2016
Apr 7, 2016 at 1:51 AM UTC
As Dusk Slowly Grasped The Day In Cold Hands,
Blue Birds Snuggled Into Their Nests Of Soft Hay,
Clouds Rolled In--Tucking In The Frosted Lands,
Ducking Into Sleep Fragile Flowers Waited To Play,
Eager For The Day Robins Closed Their Tired Eyes,
Ferns Sway In A Befuddled Wind--It's Mind Whirling,
Gregarious Crickets Shake Away Their Frosty Ties,
Homesick Linnets Wings Spread--Elegantly Swirling,
Illuminating The Night Sat The Paled Lonely Moon,
Jubilant It Is Though, Upon It's View From The Sky,
Kissable Caterpillars Lounge In Their Cocoons,
Lost In Sleep They Dream Of The Clouds So High,
Mother's Of The Nocturnal World Lead Their Young,
Northward To Play In Wheat Filled Prairies,
Organic Love Loomed Where The Branches Hung,
Promenading Inside A Wind Smelling Like Berries,
Quietly The First Few Drops Of Rain Fell,
Ricocheting Off Of Budding Leaves,
Sweet Mother Earth Caught Everything In Her Spell,
Tonight A Sacred Lullaby Is Whispered By The Trees As,
Untamed Ligtning Struck The Frozen Ground,
Vibrating The Sky Thunder Crashed,
Water Swam Through The Air Creating No Sound,
Xenon and Nitrogen Screamed While They Clashed,
Yet No Gentle Creature Was Awakened--Grasping
ZZzz's Under The Year's First Shower
Apr 7, 2013
Apr 7, 2013 at 9:36 PM UTC
L ost out in the real world
up, down, left, right?
its all backwards
which way to go?
O ne way.
The other less traveled
or the well beaten path?
how to choose?
S igns? supposed to
follow the signs?
if i don't care,
how will i see them?
T ear down the walls,
break away.
become something else
ENTIRELY
Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 10:58 PM UTC
I don't understand
Lost in what you're saying to me
Overcome by the whole idea of us walking hand in hand
Vow to forever be faithful to you
Enthralled by your smirk or grin
Your that girl who knows me only skin deep
Opening up to you like a blooming rose
Unloved or noticed by the Cinderella of my kingdom
Not giving up
At night, I reach my hand out towards you even though you aren't there
Tough to think that it's never going to happen
All I have eyes for is you
Lying alone in a cold, empty room
I wonder if I'm insane most hours of the day
Each day that passes before me, alerts me of the real world
Because I don't have you
To be my little firefly
Or my crucial hand rail
Instead, I've been abandoned to early
To stumble in the dark
And walk like a blind man
Mar 8, 2013
Mar 8, 2013 at 9:32 PM UTC
Hold on, as I seldom plead to others,
Except, my parents for edible sweets,
And for some other similar things,
Rarely do I plead to others when I'm in need.
Most of the times it is for a childish demand,
Yes I frankly insist as I am so innocent eyed.
Proud of my choice I was and still am,
Lest I perish in my self-brought loneliness,
Earning only four shoulders unknown,
A defeated man I might perish alone.
Kinfolk of mine as of now are few,
Rings seldom this lifeless telephone,
Ivies of poison hang in front of my house,
Persons of importance have gotten so ancient,
In this lonely lonesome life I still wait for you,
Jarred ajar is this door of my heart,
In my life ever since you left me alone.
Sep 24, 2016
Sep 24, 2016 at 2:20 AM UTC
I say hi to my high;
As I exhale the ghost from my lungs
I say bye to my mind;
Ill be back in a few hours it tries to imply
but these little feelings within
makes me feel like its a sin
because the air I breathe is filled with this smoke
my lungs cant do much when all they do is choke
but honestly, there's a purpose I hope
Sep 29, 2013
Sep 29, 2013 at 3:40 PM UTC
1. I blush far too easy. Oh, I fall easy too.
2. Aha! Being short is quite okay.
3. Oh My, I hide behind my hair & hands if my cheeks go crimson.
4. A little thing I always do: I kiss my teddy-bear Good-bye before I leave my bed.
5. Most people, no everyone has something to teach me.
6. A fact: I am blessed. I should never ever let that slip away between my fingertips.
7.Never give up.
8.Decisions. Decisions. Decisions. You have to make one.
9.A quote I adore: "The Soul is dyed by the colour of its thoughts."
10. Hair is often unconsciously twirled in my fingertips.
11.Eeeek!
12. I Look funny when I daydream.
13. Let the people you truly adore etch their names on the edges of your heart. There, they cannot never truly be gone.
14.Oh my goodness, isn't he a sweet-heart?
15. ! You've got to be brave. Don't let your lips be bitten back by those hesitating, silenced words.
16. Stories like ours don't quite end. Not yet, anyway.
Apr 2, 2014
Apr 2, 2014 at 7:00 AM UTC
It is a boon for me.
Lost I have nothing,
Of you I think highly,
Variety I have seen,
Even more remains.
You are the divine Angel,
Our dreams being nurtured,
Untold stories of our love.
Loving you is my independence.
Aug 15, 2015
Aug 15, 2015 at 8:33 AM UTC
In my days and my nights,
Loving me I feel her flights,
Over the uninteresting & pale,
Vivacious is her fantastic smile,
Entirely it fixes spoiled mood,
Yesterday's grief lost to love,
Onus is now mine, oh dove,
Upheld it high I've long kept,
Kindly now feel home with me,
Rings are embedded in our love,
In my heart I often skip a beat,
Post of guardian Angel I fill,
If time calls for it, I'll fly.
Oct 15, 2015
Oct 15, 2015 at 12:08 PM UTC
S un light gushing through the window on that summer afternoon, left me
A westruck as they bounced off your golden locks. You continued to create
M usic so surreal, I felt still asleep lost within a sweet dream.
U nleashing the darkest desires within my soul, you continued to
E ntrap me a little bit more every time we came into contact. Emotions,
L ost during my last battle with Cupid, were revived one by one.
R eality losing yet another battle with the phantom of the summer,
O ver-dozed on your boyish charms whilst suffering from an impatient heart.
W ild look in your eyes burns into mine, and as you speak I
L ong to kiss your lips with raving passion, hoping it would last an
E ternity and a little bit more. Maybe you will, maybe you won't, but just
S mile for now and play your music, 'cause it makes me "feel" again.
Oct 13, 2012
Oct 13, 2012 at 3:29 PM UTC
a thousand eyes follow you from newly waxed floors
and trail after me with form-filled labels, white on gold
take as needed; do not operate machinery; relax.
the shadows follow our steps, ***** and blood next to God’s poster love.
pin it to the bathroom wall: peccavi, peccavi
two years, fifteen minutes, miles of scars.
we sleep through the days, and whisper
of nights before the hurricane
("what happened to those two?")
("Deus misereatur, the storm took them.")
I daydream of sinking my teeth into the flesh of redemption,
to rip muscle from immaculate bone.
can we not move on?
copper denial drips from our jaws.
and Deo gratias, they say, you survived.
limbless and naked on tiled floors.
Deo gratias et Deus mortuus est.
survival is in our veins.
I watch you waiting in LCD purgatory
as you see my fingers bleed into the vinyl shielded couches of the 12am ER
perception through observation — I let you reveal who I am.
what am I feeling? how do I act?
breathing through each other with liquor in our lungs.
I know how the bile tastes in your throat,
and you know the burn of the whiskey on my tongue
why do we still reach for walls
where cicada-shell notices cling with scotch tape?
take a number and restore the riches;
leave the room and tear them down.
who but God can build over the ruins of fallen cities, fallen worlds?
and ora pro nobis, He is yet unwelcome here.
we are holy, in our own names we pray, and Hallelujah, we are saved
Oct 13, 2015
Oct 13, 2015 at 6:18 PM UTC
everyone needs
to leave me alo
ne because it hu
rts me too look
at them and I d
on't know wher
e I am and the
bed reeks of s
ex and laundry
detergent and
when I die will
my hair be stra
ightened? mak
e up my own fu
cking lyrics and
cry a lot and c
ount my allies
on my fingertip
s when did eve
ryone start hati
ng me?? am I
going to hell? i
s this hell? mu
sic isn't beaut
iful anymore b
ecause of you,
you ******* fu
ck why do I ev
en bother with
you why did I
even talk to yo
u you were alm
ost as ****** a
s I am!!! I'm sca
red to stick it t
o the man
Jan 4, 2014
Jan 4, 2014 at 12:31 AM UTC
Lost in the vast bog of stories,
It dies a slow unsung death,
May it meet its personality,
Only impersonality shrouds it now,
Under the flutter of wings,
Shall not get all it deserves,
It'll remain majorly ignored in the clutter of words,
Not because it's poorly projected, but,
Entirely because it's not written in my destiny.
Jan 17, 2017
Jan 17, 2017 at 7:31 AM UTC
s o broken. so desperate.
h oping for nothing but perfect numbness -
e scape from the pain, the guilt, the constant haunting of 'what if?'.
s o torn. so lost.
t he ache inside appeared when the door shut behind her everything.
i should have, would have, could not have stopped him'.
l ost in a swirl of colored memories that render her breathless;
l eaving her scrambling to pick up the shattered pieces.
l et this be the bitter end of trust, the bitter end of love.
o ver and over, the dusty record repeats itself;
v erse after verse and chorus after chorus.
e ven after the ones before, his promises convinced her to try again.
s hould have, would have, could not have stopped that record from starting over.
y et, through the numbness, the pain, the hurt, the betrayal,
o ne thing echoes in her ears, within her heart - it is better to have loved
u nconditionally and lost than to never have loved at all.
Jul 22, 2011
Jul 22, 2011 at 4:54 PM UTC
I see diffeRent
I no longer sEe
myselF,
Lost
within Every
inCh looking up at
The mirror and
wantIng
tO scream until the pieces fell
uNto the floor, as I try to find myself
Jul 20, 2015
Jul 20, 2015 at 11:04 PM UTC
Young but assume self mature,
Over the love put your desire,
Unlike me, you're weak here.
Listed in your service I had for life,
Onto another you moved your fife,
Selfish you were, so I bear this strife,
Exhausts my love & you won't be my wife.
All the best with your experiments in love,
Love you posed much as ideal dove,
Love flowed inside instead of blood.
Maybe you will succeed this time,
You say he is just like you & it's fine.
Lost in your memories my love is,
Only you have I ever loved I feel,
Victory will be mine one day soon,
Enter I will a world of true love.
Mar 22, 2017
Mar 22, 2017 at 3:02 AM UTC
Though I am not related to you,
Hardly ever I felt this in your warmth,
Actually your care is so fatherly,
Not once did I feel unhandy with you,
Kindness is imbued in your nature.
You never lost your cool, and,
Organized weekly lab meetings,
Understanding all the workers.
Docile I had been so much,
Ready me for thesis you did.
Most kind of all my teachers,
On advising and enlightening,
Homely atmosphere you provide,
Always there holding your cool,
Not failing to lift our spirits,
Thinking about you I am,
Your wisdom is full of light.
Jul 17, 2017
Jul 17, 2017 at 10:49 PM UTC
Remembering
Every time I wish the mirror would just
Fall into pieces and shatter, I
Lost myself,
Every inch, wanting to
Cry because
The pain
I felt within was so excruciating it
Opened my heart & pierced through,
Never had I screamed so hard
Dec 19, 2014
Dec 19, 2014 at 8:41 PM UTC
I feel so
A imless
L ost
O bscured
N eglected
E xhausted
Mar 13, 2021
Mar 13, 2021 at 5:13 PM UTC
I AM LONGING FOR YOUR LOVE
I was born with a morose luck.
Awnings of my eyelids contain it,
Meaning to contain the deluge.
Love me not with anything restricting you,
Onto my future, you should move,
Not carrying the baggage of your past,
Genteel breezes of your breath, me they heal,
Into the future you must step with me,
Not worrying about negative things,
Guest you be mine and just accompany me.
Few to wait are more years,
Over the long and lanky,
Rosy and sunny days.
Yes, only your love saves me,
On the days of loneliness,
Under the wicked sky,
Rugged are otherwise my feelings.
Lost in the past is my sweetheart,
Ostensible is my love for you,
Veering away from it you are,
Expecting I am this exclusivity.
Feb 21, 2018
Feb 21, 2018 at 12:59 AM UTC
The darkness consumes my every thought dragging me to the corners of my mind.
There I find the memories of days gone by, hurt that was forgotten and joy never known.
My silent torment remains silent as the screams for help echo in the hollwness of the memories I store.
why won't they help me? Cant they hear me cry for someone to save me from myself, from that monster that haunts when I am unguarded and weak. That monster that stole my innocence that stole my childhood, and it wasn't alone as most monster aren't. God help the child trapped in this wretched soul for it is damaged and broken.
To repair a soul, a mind is almost impossible for you can't recover what was lost in a sea of darkess and fear. Forgivness would be a start to finding peace ost would say, but that is an elusive response to the evil that lurks in my memories, and futile to seek that which does not come.
I know the Lord has forgiven me for my past and sin, but I am not so easily persuaded to forive such hurt and betrayal of innocenece. The monster that brought the evil upon me is the worste some would say, but I beg to differ seeing the unknowing accomplice (those with the power to help but not the courage) the worste evil of them all and never worthy of forgivenenss.
Nov 16, 2012
Nov 16, 2012 at 11:09 PM UTC
Your presence is benign,
On this planet,
Unto Mars your scent reaches.
Finish the pending job,
Articulation is the work,
Reaching far is your scent,
Tackling this humourously,
Ending this ode I will be,
Doomsday seems to descend.
A rainbow of blood,
Not visible to humans,
Deathly is the scent.
I mean it for real,
Totally serious.
Wasps from hell seem to sting,
As needles of repugnancy *****
Sadness descends for forever.
Himalayas seem to be an escape,
On the change of atmosphere,
Rows of roses are required,
Right now and right here,
In an attempt to save us,
Breathing became hard,
Lost was the will to live,
Early was fresh air needed.
Jan 18, 2017
Jan 18, 2017 at 2:37 AM UTC
what's your full name? got any nicknames? pet names you swore to god you'll never let anyone call you?
do you have any siblings? pets? what are their names?
do you know harry potter? if yes, the books, or the movies? if no, have you been living under a rock all these years?
how do you take your coffee? two sugars, or more? do you mind if me drinking one too many cups is an equivalent to getting sugar rush? (i do that way too often, the caffeine overdose. after my sixth mug, i urge you to stop me.)
are you sure you like me?
what's your favorite color? ice cream flavor? movie? time of the day?
if you were a disney princess, who would you be, and why? which disney movie had the best ost?
any weird fetishes? kinks? fantasies? are you looking for a manic pixie dream girl? because let me tell you right off the bat, baby, you ain't gonna find her here—
can you tolerate awkward phone call silences? introversion? having me disappear on you because it's one of those days, well, really, it's been one of those days with me for almost years now, but that's not really the point;
will you hold my face and tell me it's okay even though i repeatedly tell you it's not? if it comes to it, will you take the pills from my hand and empty the barrel of its bullets and hold me closer even if i scream at you to just leave me *the **** alone?
when my demons come out to play, will you help me fight them off? when i can't get out of bed, will you come with me underneath the covers and let me find comfort in your chest? when i am convinced the universe is against me, will you prove me otherwise?
are you absolutely sure you can love a messed up girl like me?
May 17, 2016
May 17, 2016 at 12:48 PM UTC
Somewhere between the field and sea
Lay a place one would like to see.
It's drowning not water, but in trees -
When blue hits green my eyes do freeze.
In mind I wander everywhere,
Much faster than moon sphere -
Sometimes I'm kissed by salty breeze
And then I sit in grass on knees
Swift walk upon deserted coast
Where water makes the islands' ost.
The fifteen hundred pieces of peace,
All dropped around without cease.
Then one might rest in pleasant shade,
Which is a slot by bluetts made.
And find the shelter for the mind,
Being embraced by perchance wind...
It calls my mind with vintage matter -
In here and there old castles' scatter
With cobbled roads so often looping
Among old dwellings nobly drooping.
But Lady I do argue about
Is not senile, don't have a doubt:
A neo song that beats her heart
Is kind of modern charming art.
...It's not as ancient as the rest,
Of Course, it's not even the best,
Yet I do know that land's more rare,
Than ones disguised by false compare!
Nov 14, 2014
Nov 14, 2014 at 6:23 PM UTC