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Carolina Oct 2016
It was an insignificant date to her.
At least that's what she always said,
even though she'd never tell,
deep inside her heart
it was a little special.
It made her believe there's still hope,
even in the darkest and loneliest place.
She never wished for much,
just for a few gold friends
and a little of the happiness she was pretending to feel.
But tonight,
as she lays awake trying to fall deeply asleep,
and failing like every other night,
she felt a sudden need, and a new wish.
A blurry vision of an untouchable body
and a loving caress.
It was the strongest longing for the warmth
that would unfreeze her ice cold soul.
A longing for a ghost hug
that would light her existence.
Tonight, she closes her eyes,
I close my eyes,
and wish for you to break into my dreams.
You, the blue eyes and the tall figure,
the boy who was hidden,
the boy who remain ageless.
Like a God in the sky,
a sparkling star placed in the distant void,
a pair of wings that make the sun shine.
Please come inside my broken mind
and make the fear go away,
help me feel safe,
in this insignificant special date
which means nothing to me,
or at least that's what I always say.
Umi Apr 2018
Until the sun has crossed the zenith,
I would like to wander, across and beneeth, the mountains, or perhaps simply a valley, if the weather is blissful and kind once more,
I want to read the scripture, given to me and study it without bore,
Perhaps tea would suit me well, maybe I will remain lazy as I dwell,
I want to feel the gentle breeze of the spring getting lost in daydreams
Maybe a shining barrage will be fine, oh no it would be a crime, getting lost in unfulfillable fantasies which bring glee, wonderfully,
I want to eat some cake, discussing astronomy, the beauty of space,
Oh how beautiful it would be, to see your joyful, sweet gaze during it

What I desire might sound extra ordinary, but worry not my dear,
Because you know, I live in fear, isolation and akwardness here,
I make all these plans, yet in the end, none will be fulfilled, you hear?
After all, I got no friends to talk to, but reading should be very fun,
And I might not be too lazy to walk alone if it is under the sun,
But do not worry about me, no one does, I am just me,
A sea of love with no one to be

~ Umi
Moomin May 2020
There are Angels among us
Metaphorical Angels
They have no wings to fly
No superhuman powers to call upon
And no ability to remain unseen
They dance to the tune of human need
Become a crescendo in this dark time
She leaves her little one asleep at dawn
With aching heart and weary eyes
For even Angels tire out
She enters Hell where monsters roam
Little creatures with verocious appetite
Leaving lungs and lamenting in their path
She stands her ground and grapples fear
For even angels are in need of courage
She gathers the sweat and blood and tears of strangers
And soothes them to life or death
Yet while she suffocates in misery and mask
Selfishness abounds outside
And those restrained insist on fun
They gather together in revelry
Kissing flesh and adoring sun
She sees them on the nightly news
While she strokes her daughters brow
And comforts her with unfulfillable promises
Yet though they have the right to be free
They make her burden heavy and sad
With more victims for her ordeal
Yes, they have the right to take the loaded gun
To play roulette with their stubborn lives
Yet when the game involves warheads and virus
They invite death for others too
Who did not choose to enter the deadly casino
For even angels die!
Dedicated to our wonderful nurses
i followed tracks, traces, and visions, down the path i was told without revisions, but when i finally found the end, it didn’t complete me, it only deceived me

i thought that i’d just live a normal life and settle down with a house or a wife, so they say, so it goes, but it didn’t complete me, it only deceived me

i thought the only point was to make points, settle them out and remove all doubt, but when it comes to the point, they didn’t complete me, they only deceived me

if you think you’ll find some puzzle pieces, you’re selling yourself short, because you’ve got all the pieces, because you’ll never be 'complete,' but you don’t have to be deceived

a spur, a trace a mark, an outline in the sand, a rhyme is arbitrary words, and form is emptiness

form is emptiness and emptiness is form

so they say, so it goes, they didn’t complete me, they only deceived me, i still can’t find my better half

my own better half is not a separate thing, it’s an unfulfillable desire. i’ll never be 'complete.'
Michelle S Oct 2012
Forever is the meaning of eternity,
the symbol of an everlasting path.
But it has ceased to be so-
forever ends today.

In its farewell, it leaves a void,
an unfulfillable vastness.
And though there seems to be
no reason for this confusion,
its nothingness can tell all.

Don't fear the ledge of emptiness,
there's nowhere it can lead,
because the end of forever,
cannot go further.

Through peering deep,
answers that were never sought
show clear-
This end of forever,
simply the madness of your mind.

But if you could hold tight to your forever
astray you may never fall,
naive and inconceivably secure.
Zane H Jan 2017
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Assuming that we can only experience time on a linear scale, I believe that suffering and joy can both be broken down into various opposing feelings that reflect our views on the past, present, and future.
These basic feelings are as follows:

        Desire (want for something not currently present) vs
Contentment (acceptance of present circumstances)

        Fear (belief that the future may be worse than the present) vs Hopefulness (belief that the future will be better than the present)

        Lamentment (recalling negative events that have occurred in the past) vs Reminiscence (recalling positive events in the past)

In our current mortal existence, we happen upon a complicated mixture of feelings both good and bad. Many of these are combinations of the six basic feelings. For example, motivation can be explained as the desire to perform a difficult task, along with hopefulness that we'll succeed in performing the task. Likewise, regret can be described as the lamentation of a past event, along with the unfulfillable desire to change the way we had acted.
All of our feelings, in addition to our cumulative worldly experiences, help us define what we call "life".

1/19/17
**-Feel free to provide critique. I'd like to hear what everyone else thinks.**
In my dream you are mine.

But in my life you are a beautiful dream,

You are my soul
My very Existence
My beautiful soul

that could give me an eternal life.
Maybe worst

I am scared of you, My weakness : endless breathing
But the things I think I can not say.
I wanna tell you!

Yes, I am a good writer
at least that helps me sleep

I've made the most important discovery of my life,
Only if I'm right

It's only in the mysterious equation of love,
and some incredible feelings I can't for myself understand

that inspired the multiple universes around me and changed my being,

You are my virtual world, I swear I only think of you
Days and Nights
hours and minutes
most of my lost seconds
I found them with you

In as much as I know my worth,
My worth, Even when I'm worth Nothing to you

I get scared when it comes to this.
one of my latest heart unfulfillable discovery

It was hard to find it, and now harder to solve,
what's worst?

It was like a dream to me as well as a great strive,
it still is that dream

But I said it earlier, You are mine only in my dreams

and that is the great power and the magic of love,
I keep saying love like I think it is real.
(What do I know)

Yes one thing i know is to write out what I feel

And What I feel I truly know

And I know that...

I love you although I've never met you,
with you I can stand up for anything,
even things I do not believe in
And if anything rings the bell.
Then I'll say it again;
with you I will stand up for everything
I love you though I've never met you,

Like two ends of a line
the difference is, this can not be defined
you changed my life and so my sky to blue.
i guess it was dark before
Or maybe it has always been blue but I now I see it Brighter
I love you though I never met you,
Why do I keep repeating: I love you like it's weighing on my brains
but in my dreams I really meet you.
Those dreams that i cannot stop smiling from when I wake
Every night : Everyday
Every time my eyes close be it day or night
I...(Don't want to repeat the line ) but I hardly know you

the few I know has mesmerized me
I... I can't help it
But I don't wanna get hurt.
That's right, I Love You But I'm Scared
my fantasy girl ahahahahshahah
Love never felt so wrong
thanks for the inspiration Cecile, Christelle, Mandisa, Sherina, Mary, April. I'm not gay should have mention some dudes
L Seagull Jun 2017
With swollen knuckles
That pain my eyes
You grip at the handle of a door
That melts into your hand like hope
Sinking beneath the layers of failed
Attempts to release the light kept
Deep inside you fail and fail and
Fail again to stand and wish
To look outside your prison mind
And trust one thing
That heaven sent mystery
And you fall and fail, fail and fall
You hope like a daydream
Like a tattoo of unfulfillable promise
Like your mother says she's staying
But you know she's only wishing you'd stop crying
Never a heart beating truth
Your hope is such
A cocktail of futility and fireworks
Explosions dangerous so back off your
Mortal vessels a monster's here
So please do be afraid
And if the spark of heaven told you
The reflection is an illusion
And you sense the truth
Of a shattered mirror mind
And sense the purpose
In the undying image
Burned inside your eyelids
I'll run away for good
I'm good at running
For better days when wounds would heal
And world would change
And people take the turns
Hopping on converters clearly defined
Perfection and garbage
Package themselves and seal their limits
With inspected labels of satisfaction guaranteed
Ambiguity doesn't threaten my
Scared limitations
I'll promise you the world and hell
Wrapped together with one ribbon
If you promise me the way I like it
Perversely so the wind carries me faster
In the direction away and gone
Samsara as cycle of aimless drifting, wandering or mundane existence
Lawrence Hall Aug 2022
Lawrence Hall
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https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/
poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

                                Oppos­ite the House of Sculptures

“…unchanging, shrill, crazy exclamations and demands, which became progressively more impractical, meaningless, and unfulfillable…”

                  -Doctor Zhivago, Part Two, Chapter 13,
                        “Opposite the House of Sculptures”

O strong man, strong man, Supremo Alpha-******
Please be our Putin, ******, or Mussolini

O strong man, strong man; tell us what to think
Pour us some Jim Jones; we’ll take a real deep drink

O strong man, strong man; tell us what to do
We’ll happily go to prison just for you

O strong man, strong man; clench your mighty fist
You put for us the “GO” in your “jingoist”

O strong man, strong man, you are our latest god
Please break us to obedience with your mighty rod

O strong man, strong man, you are our highest law
Whatever dribbles from your mouth we hear in awe

O strong man, strong man, we are your little elves
We promise to stow our history upon the shelves
And never, ever again think for ourselves
S R Mats Sep 2023
Night, crowded with a pale haze, a lavender mystery
Even darkness was grateful that the moon wasn't having it
As it beamed through low whispered wind and intrigue intermingling
Continue your deep slumber, uninterrupted by any queries or controversies
The last few lights go out as dreams are counted one by one, longings promised
Yet, unfulfilled and unfulfillable when the night sky has other plans for sleeping heads
The oldest secrets are explained in unknown languages in encrypted symbols held within a fog
Across galaxies streaming onwards from its origins into the present constellations of understanding
The moon and its mythology wrap the night around a soul that wants to hide among the warm lavender night
The format, which isn't possible here, is one of short to long by the end of the poem.  I love the dramatic effect.

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