"slient" poems
If Depression was a color,
It would be Black
As Black as a Midnight Sky.
If Depression was a taste
It would be just like Tears.
If Depression was a feeling
It would be as Bad as a Downing But Alive.
If Depression was a smell
It would be Like choking as a Puff of smoke.
If Depression was a sound,
It would be As slient as a The dead of night.
Feb 15, 2015
Feb 15, 2015 at 1:25 PM UTC
*Silent swing
Of rope and wood
Back and forth
While a young girl stood
Silent girl
Hands by her side
Remembering the past
When the swing was a ride
Watching
Remembering
Waiting
Contemplating
If she should snap the rope
Watching it fall to the ground
A tangle of past memories
Scream with no sound
Silent swing
Hangs still of rope and wood
To remind her
Of the times that were good...*
Mar 2, 2016
Mar 2, 2016 at 4:04 PM UTC
the awkward part is
sleeping without your breathing leaves me lost in the dark.
close to weeping with slient heaving i shut my eyes hard.
the opposite of feeling, barely seeing i'm dependant on you.
no longer solitary, you're one with them and maybe,
thats the awkward part.
k.g.
Apr 19, 2015
Apr 19, 2015 at 6:56 PM UTC
Silence as he goes down the steps
he knows he musn't wake
his mother who sleeps upstairs
he musn't wake his sisters or his brothers
He opens the door to the bathroom
and Sees his reflection
UGLY, STUPID, WORTHLESS
Words like these bounce around his mind
His skull is a bouncy house and more words keep piling in
Wanting a chance to jump high
He opens the cupboard and sees the pills
A bottle of painkillers the doctor gave to his sister
He creeps back to his room
Slient like a night cat
and he sits on his bed with the note right beside
Sorry for being such a dissapointment, sorry for causing pain, I am gone now don't worry anymore i will longer I have to be a burden
he opens the cap and he can feel that he wants to cry
he pours the pills into his hand and takes each one
one at a time
I am gone, gone forever never to return again
No longer have to be a disapointment
I can be who I want to be after death
No longer having to feel less
No longer I have to be stong
As I sing the sucide Song
Jan 27, 2013
Jan 27, 2013 at 6:56 PM UTC
Flawed eventless, the muck to the mire
To the river crimson with lustful haze.
Supressed desire flows like light, rapture to the gaze.
Feverd, clamy, tossing, turning
Lying wrestless on the floor.
Sarrow slips, through the cracks,
to come smashing through the door.
Famin parched, the scream to the cry,
to the path trampled in fits of rage.
Unrelenting fire, burns like ice, denile in a cage.
Calm, relaxed, watching, breathing,
Standing idle at the sash.
Anguish waits at beck and call
to come crashing through the glass.
Hidden in a seamless world of delight and joy and glee
A fractured cloud of misery waits
to have its cake and thee,
to reval as it sulks with company.
Ever growing spawned by fear, deathly silent in its' plea
Eating away at the sinews of faith,
dispair awaits its' time to flea.
Akin to death, friend to evil, slient screaming in its' vain
Dissolving with trust the passion of the lust
Envy plies to its bain.
Passion and fire, burning desire, these monsters are not the same.
All too familiar, confusing just the same, betrayed by flesh.
What is there cannot be had, for surely this is no game.
Aug 3, 2012
Aug 3, 2012 at 4:04 PM UTC
I want to be the flush of cheeks when someone is embarrased
I want to be the unspoken words of the one who just can't say how he feels
I want to be the menagerie of butterflies that swarm in the stomach of the unconfident
I want to be the thought that says **** it in the mind of the one finally takes the next step
I want to be the pen that writes word that no on will ever see
I want to be the uplifting rush of a new romance
I want to be the tender kiss of lovers
I want to be the embrace that says everything is going to be ok
I want to be the goosebumps on the back of the neck of the gently caressed
I want to be the feeling of when you reach out for a body at night and find it there to hold
I want to be the keys on a piano that make the sound of love
I want to be the slient scream of the broken hearted
I want to be the tear that falls the unending distance from face to floor
I want to be the heart beat of the slowly dying
I want to be-
Jul 1, 2010
Jul 1, 2010 at 7:53 AM UTC
The silent surrender of sacrifice
Can sever the soul's inner pride
Can quench the thirst for suicide
of a secretly smoldering love inside
Can cure the sickening sound of sorrow
******* the life from today and tomorrow
Can show the side that sanctifies
and sweetens others' lonely lives
Can save the stricken who always hide
the last core of sanity deep inside
Can slowly but surely open the eyes
of fools and fakes who cauterize
and burn the good from all our lives
the sullen soldiers of sacred lies
who fight a war for no one's side
and wish for nothing otherwise
a slient surrender from sacrifice.
Jan 23, 2010
Jan 23, 2010 at 10:42 AM UTC
silent screams that only i can hear
they rip my soul to pieces
all i want is the screaming to end and have the silent return once more
but i know it will never stop
slient screams slowly driving me insane
Oct 17, 2010
Oct 17, 2010 at 3:41 PM UTC
And forth came a glimpse
Of a withered face,
In the broken mirror,
That stands behind the curtain lace
Grey, messy hair bun,
Wrinkle filled sunken eyes
A heavy set of, glass rests
On the nose, pointing skies
The fresh mint tea brew
Excits, the twitched lips
Oh, dear I miss thee -
Thy soul that rips
Guide these trembling hands
To thank in a prayer
The lousy back won't help
For my walker, has lost a pair
Dragging one leg by other
As I sit by the fireplace
Sipping the fragranced tea
Rocking my chair in a pace
Thousands of memories
Rail down my alzheimers head
So many years gone
Now, it's just me and my empty bed
Tears fill and spill by its own will
I got to pack up, for I to, have to leave
Leaving all memories behind
In a slient place to grieve
A small room, I am spared to
At the golden age gardenia
I am almost gone from myself
Just few threads, hanging near...
©sim
Feb 24, 2019
Feb 24, 2019 at 6:31 PM UTC
My jaw came unhinged
and spoke **** that made them cringe.
Words like flaming oranges, that singed my mouth
as they fell out at all the wrong time.
O, bring me a comforting wine to soothe the pain.
A sip of blood, I loathe the taste
but drink it to the bitter end.
The unchanging cycle of comfort.
Who dares abort this flawed system of coping?
Copying eveyone else at the party and continue to suffer.
A slient prayer for change goes unheard.
I wouldn't hold my breath,
for Change and Hope have met their deaths.
I have stop dreaming of that beau ideal.
Orange peels remind me of my Achilles' heel.
Sealing my fate.
For once you let go of the steering wheel,
it isn't long till the crash.
Dec 7, 2014
Dec 7, 2014 at 7:17 PM UTC
Hear me when I say this
I can never go back to that place
The walls are covered with carvings made with fingernails
Covered in dents and brusies scars of battles its won.
I can never go back into that place
The hinges never stay slient even when the door is closed
They only speak in taunts spinning lies and hateful truths.
The floor is covered with tears
Blood
and memories that never saw light.
I can never go back into that place.
You cant make me.
Jul 13, 2013
Jul 13, 2013 at 12:52 AM UTC
NEW pair of Boots'
Ratty' Ta ta ta Ratty ta ' Oops they getting wet with love slient Wishpper from high are Lord hevaley Father of Father's.
Ratty TA ta ta they need some loving these boots. As l don't know when l can afford A New Pair of RATTY TA TA BOOTS.
Feb 20, 2019
Feb 20, 2019 at 7:16 PM UTC
*Internally i scream
bleeding at my seams
Loneliness settled in
I cry once it begins
Too stuburn to ask for help
Too much pride for one's self
My emotions are beating inside
"Let us out" they chant as I run and hide.
Comfort in anyone that will talk
Until then I'm filled with raging salt.
No female companion to nurse me
The longer I wait, the more it needs to feed.
I want help from this depression
Too much to ask during this aggression...*
I doubt I'll ever be okay again.
Everyone has left me and I'm destined to walk the earth alone, searching for peace.
Sep 7, 2017
Sep 7, 2017 at 1:46 AM UTC
**It's 3am the world is slient,
there are no birds cherpping
no police sirens or buzzing cars,
it's a peaceful quiet neighborhood....
I hear the rings echoing in my head,
her laugh still plays it's Melody,
my joy fleeting fast.
its all so deafening.
I am restless.
I close my eyes
another man is gripped in her arms.
Sharing those laughs I adore,
that joy I missplaced,
and I'm miserable
in disbelief
I accept my fate
That I deserve this punishment.**
Aug 7, 2017
Aug 7, 2017 at 5:22 AM UTC
I have this smile on my face......no one know a that it is lost without a trace
When I lost touch with her..... so did a piece of me.....you don't even have to open your eyes and you can plainly see
The beautiful life that I once had....it turned to crap and all is sad
That life I knew will return......I don't care when parts of my soul I mist burn
Once again I will have my ten of cups ......and I tell you now there will be no more medd ups
So when I look to the moon lit skies over winter island.......all is quite and perfectly slient
I will pray to the lord for my Angel back
We will start it up once again....to take us back to the joy we had way back when.
Feb 22, 2019
Feb 22, 2019 at 8:44 PM UTC
Stars fall like the slient darkness of night. Moon lit paths made from a bitter sorrow. Done fighting fights that can never be won.
Every beautiful rose has thorns that cut deep. Feelings are like lost dreams you can't find. Forgetting memories made and sweet kisses.
Fairy tales lie not all endings are happy. It's just an other day with out you.Looking up at the split moons that's broken.
Watching loves rose die petal by petal.
Nov 22, 2017
Nov 22, 2017 at 5:40 PM UTC
she hesitates
which always makes her late
reads worn out books at night
with quizzical looks she finds
she writes poetry
all titled please help me
while humming foreign tunes
she rhymes black inked in blue
she's good at giving gifts
to those less fortunate
to which she receives the most
because that's all she knows
again she hesitates
with things she'd like to say
because she knows it's best
when things are left unsaid
she breathes sighs of relief
it's how she was taught to breathe
while raising her left hand
a right she feels she has
that hand she wears a broken watch
which says more than enough
inside its slient tic
is where her time is kept
when she speaks of relationships
it's a smorgasbord of hit and miss
held out like an apology
a secret that she keeps
she'd like to be a star
in a galaxy far from ours
and maybe then one day
she won't hesitate
Jan 21, 2019
Jan 21, 2019 at 9:52 AM UTC