"whipsers" poems
Hope kills everything good inside
Clinging to me like silent death
Latching on and whispering in the back of my mind
Everytime im ready to move on
It drags up all the sweet memories
Pointing out the connection we had
Reminding me that the love was real
With its whipsers and illusions
I think to myself
Maybe theres another way
We were to strong to just disappear
We'll get throughr this we'll pull through
But days turn into weeks
Weeks drag on to months
Our four year anniversary passes by me dead
And I am suddenly brought back to reality
You're never coming back to me
And just like that I am heartbroken again
The pain as fresh as that first day
And everything good I built up inside
Withers and dies under hopes mocking laugh
Please please take away this hope
Because its killing me
And everything good inside
Feb 27, 2016
Feb 27, 2016 at 5:20 PM UTC
Things of Yesterday
are gone like
Whispers in the Wind,
carrying them away,
To never see the Light of Day,
To be Blinded by the Dark of Night,
To never see the Sun Shine Bright,
The Whispers of Yesterday,
Have fluttered away, and gone astray,
The voices that were heard,
The speaking of soft words,
You barely hear them,
Just under a breath,
Upon a Whimper,
is where they rest.
Whispers of Yesterday,
Are all now gone,
Now, Turning soft whipsers
into a sad Love Song!!!
B.R.
Date: 06/14/2023
Dec 25, 2024
Dec 25, 2024 at 2:14 PM UTC
Woven with secretions of midnights veil,
Its fur absorbs full moons light now stale.
Through its piercing eyes that follow shifting
shades, daring to attain its glare precariously drifting.
Abiding its time as night decays, fractured sights
let in the breath of inclement silence, coldness bites.
whispering through halls, but shuddering when
this onyx mystery speaks, winds shudder becoming thin.
This place is a citadel of muteness, where one
voice to be only spoken, it never gestures than
with some intent, but wears many facades
changing its outfits, ever enjoying its odds.
For what is life without a challenge, its master
returns, those whose thought he was the caster
when spoken through a ventriloquist of self
as who holds the blame not her, but himself.
Mar 31, 2018
Mar 31, 2018 at 7:25 AM UTC
~
A twilight breeze
through shaded mist
does find the earth at time of sleep
~
Beyond the hills
the sun has set
on glowing visions ever deep
~
So patiently
the moon it waits
its place along the eastern shore
~
To rise within
the sky this night
and whisper that I love you more
Nov 7, 2014
Nov 7, 2014 at 7:25 PM UTC
The Calmness, the Stillness,
the chill of despair,
the voices of the unknown,
of the Whispers in the Air!!
Are you hearing the coded messages,
of what they are trying to say???, or
are you still trying to decipher them,
this very single day, or
maybe you are unaware of them, and
you are letting them go astray!!
They may seem to be a bit eerie,
of what you are trying to hear,
these Whipsers in the air,
they tend to bring to you fear,
You're incoherent of
its understanding, but
It Doesn't seem to make any sinse,
Your mind and thoughts are boggled and
Filled with so much suspense,
So, just listen to the voices,
with certainty and with care,
There is a message you need
to comprehend,
This whispers in the Air!!
B.R.
Date: 5/30/2025
May 30, 2025
May 30, 2025 at 6:46 PM UTC
The darkness is losing
but so many people are on the wrong side
people just going along with the ride
the devil telling them it will wall be fine
as they are on thier way to die
They jump off buildings because the devil whipsers they can fly
People chioce to be nieve
they dont want to believe
ignoring what they see
nothing is as it seems
if you live your life looking through a blind fold
the devil has a hold
on you
you like to believe your living your own life
but your just doing what your flesh tells you to do
you cant even move
if the devil doesnt want you to
you see your in a trance
you believe pain is all you have ever had
you feel empty and sad
so you get high but it wont last
your mad at the world and you dont know why
your on your way to die
so might as well have fun
bring other people down with you
might as well betray all love
no need to be happy
no need to get saved
the world is going to end
might as well drink your life away
eternity doesnt matter
who cares where you end up?
all you care about
is that you never see the bottom your cup
and if someone tells you diffrent
dares to ask about your ways
they are racist, haters, and above all fake
you tell yourself these things
because you dont want to think
dare have an original thought
go against want the devil thinks
dont follow your heart
dear do anything that may help you in life
dont stop keep it up
stay on the losing side
never feel real love
Feb 13, 2015
Feb 13, 2015 at 10:03 PM UTC
sometimes, i think you live here,
in my marrow, in my bones.
there's a squirrels nest of
broken heart pieces and mirror whipsers in the dark
shredded and stuck around my ribcage.
you haunt my esophagus and sternum.
usually, i think you no longer live here,
in my fingers, in my toes,
but, can love exist like ghosts?
faded polaroids floating in air,
like where there's not enough ink
and the words come out blurry and smudged
and grey like charcoal-dust-fingerprints
on the page?
can love exist like that?
shadows of tall buildings stretching across streets?
can love exist like that?
i think it can, because there's charcoal dust
at the base of my spine
that still spells out your name sometimes,
and smells of chai.
you still know my weak spots,
and i still know where you're ticklish
i know where you bruise like over ripe apples
my spine remembers curving against your chest,
and i know your breath against my neck
your hands on my hips,
your lips on my lips
if anyone ever wants to know you, let me tell them
the noise you make when you get a new idea,
or the hushed sound of your breathing as you sleep,
the way your lips curve into a smile slowly,
or rush into laughter, there's no inbetween.
i'll tell them about your eyes in the middle of the night
when they bore into me like twin drills into brick..
and they will begin to know you.
it is funny that people can fall off of you and away,
drift back into the coils in your brain
that hold distant, but important, memories
moments of pure bliss, trauma,
you forget the names and faces you used to see everyday
for all different reasons, the universe has different plans
than what we'd like to see, couples are forced apart
sometimes gladly
sometimes reluctantly
and sometimes sadly
but there will always be a thread of you that
holds something on the other end
and usually it hangs off of you unnoticed,
but sometimes it gets caught with other threads,
or looped around an arm or a leg
and you have to remember,
try to remember,
for a moment,
i am on the other end.
Apr 5, 2014
Apr 5, 2014 at 5:20 PM UTC
Empty promises haunt me and stab at my heart with daggers
A lonely thought wanders and dances through my jaded mind
It whipsers to me that I will get what I want but I can't tell if it's lying
Words can be manipulative and convincing just like I can be
This is my mind taunting me; showing me consequence
I know myself as one person but maybe I am another
Apr 28, 2013
Apr 28, 2013 at 7:16 PM UTC
whisper in the night
dissolving into the silverlight
moonlight, hungry light
my whipsers dissolve just before
hitting your eardrums
to resonate into your brain
my whispers vanish unheard
so i let my thoughts vanish, out of sight.
Mar 18, 2016
Mar 18, 2016 at 1:40 PM UTC
Sing for me child,
retell the tales you've heard.
Kiss and told whipsers behind closed doors and hushed voices.
On the lips of love slipped the idea of betrayal.
No ringing of the bells tonight;
no praying for the royal blood to be split tonight.
I've got blood on my mind and a knife in my hand,
The queen drank her death at the feast;
now I come from the king-rid the country of the fatted beast.
Let the halls run with blood, may it flow down the stairs.
Sedition.
Tradition.
When one royal bloodline fails it's people- the people strike back.
Attack.
No more ringing bells for the prince and his sister.
We've silenced the guards, dead where they stood.
The first minister sleeps forever- hung by his hood.
Innocent blood- there is none here tonight.
Jul 1, 2016
Jul 1, 2016 at 5:37 AM UTC
just a young heart confusing my mind
im confused or am i blind
challenge whipsers
im dead inside?
everything i do
is a waste to your time
ill try
ill try
ill try till my bones die
to further more my love will
ignite my heart so.
if i cry every night will the end
accept me, beneath me is under
the heart you swore you'd lend me.
im swollen from the hits you gave me,
metaphorically.
will you accept me.
Apr 12, 2020
Apr 12, 2020 at 5:43 AM UTC