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notice the convulsed orange inch of moon
perching on this silver minute of evening.

We’ll choose the way to the forest—no offense
to you,white town whose spires softly dare.
Will take the houseless wisping rune
of road lazily carved on sharpening air.

Fields lying miraculous in violent silence

fill with microscopic whithering
…(that’s the Black People, chérie,
who live under stones.) Don’t be afraid

and we will pass the simple ugliness
of exact tombs,where a large road crosses
and all the people are minutely dead.

Then you will slowly kiss me
The door slid silently into position
Utter panic wrote its epitaph before
The air resisted, collapsing your boxed
Voice, hiccupping to a captured halt
Scrawny syllables, whithering
Slogans designed to entangle, split
Personality in tow, pushing sickening
Sentences to the back of your throat
Gagging the saliva of terror burning
Apart effortlessly. Remorse did not attend
Strangulating the heaving mass.........

The handle remained unturned, imagined
Fear felled you, trapped consciousness
Performing blackouts, dragging into a
Well of invisible discipline, conjuring
Paranoid stifling circles to spy with menace
Fading fast, blinking on hold, staring out
Slow motion heart rhythm journeyed
To cold climates leaving warmth unaccounted
For and you left on the cold cold slab
B D Caissie Aug 2019
I’d reach out to you but you're so **** crusty.
I remember when you were colourful and full of life.
I kept my distance because even then you were a *****...



©
Once a *****, always a ***** as they say, whoever THEY are...
Ntwari Poetry Nov 2016
I love the sound of clouds rolling in the morning
The sight of the grey of a coming storm
Clashing with the dark of a whithering night

And I could feel the rain coming

A feefall of raindrops
Washing away any haunts left by night
Thr chorus of an autumn's monsoon
Clashing with the whispers of the wind

Slowly will it pass
Slowly will the sun take its place
A short one
In the end there was no depth
No talk of life in whithering flowers
Or "I can't stand to be without you"
Only ambiguous dialogue
And love lost in nights spent alone
I melted onto your skin like wax
Scarring your memories of me
Into a malavolent **** that lies on your left wrist
But blood is not something I can handle.
Not when I've seen that blood in a hundred different ways
Pushing and pulling me in and out of what's natural and not.
Because in the end there was no we
Just a you
And a me.
my whithering roses
they are frozen
in
my
garden

beautifully frozen
this fresh august freeze
my mind clears
through
this
window

them bolted doors
that locked closet
mother won't be happy
we have escaped
her
man
eyes
what beatings
my ******* father
never knew me

now they wish to sail these seas with me
has my ship not been battled upon
no wave has captured me
there are no let's to my endless waves
that we would come to ask ourselves
what is it you have offered
have you offered us understanding
have you offered us compassion
how much time have you peeled
from
daylight

when was your last true call to me
as
if
your hoarse whispers would make me
want to cling to you
who
am
i

turn the pages
without blinking
let's your
eye
lids
become
my whithering roses
?






















...
..
.
what cheek
have
we
...
..
.
Eriko Feb 2016
A cluster of antlers
knocking upon whithering
knots of raspberry flesh
shredded from smitten jagged
Ends of your hands
Call back the yawn of Sun
brilliant gorges of yellow beams
string back the gorgeous night
where sorrows are to be drowned
and glittering stars to be sewn
onto my flesh and bone
wielding a cloak of thrice longevity  stars are same as the sun
Clutch onto last remnants,
Desires behold, life to love whole
Keep my sanity, throw caution to wind
Run with those stags,
knock antlers and breathe
kiss the deer and drink water
running through the creek of laughter
Don't really know where I was going with this
carminayasmin Jan 2019
it’s the strung of the first few seconds. open a portal to when these words swarmed like flies in delusion, whithering onto your name spelt on my phone. Whisking dreams in my head. I should have turned off the light, dimmed the hope; so that they would fly away.
I hold the song in my palm as if an artifact. funny as I go to write artifact my keyboard suggests artificial as if it knows

because that’s what it was and that’s it raw. and as for me it was me who tied ribbons around the lyrics to be a certification of  us that never was. it was the only part of you I could ever have when I was alone because who was I to treat you like a friend when everyone was your friend.

I’ve untied ribbons and stepped back, so far back that I have reached a time before I had known you or before I had claimed you in my mirage.
apart from tonight I gues
1:57am can’t help what’s there it’s stuck in my throat see I thought I would let some tears roll but reality didn’t let me
rattletaptap Jun 2015
Through Death's doors he arrived
In an unknown land
He was revived
By demon hand
Of freedom he was deprived

Two moons in the sky
Two sides on the ground
Suddely a battle cry
Now, his fate is bound

He raised his hand up high
A glimmer of light in his eyes
He stood there as men wondered why
His mind now reaching newer highs

With a magic circle above his head
"By my will you shall abide
No longer you are cast aside"
From the sky a single spider thread

Down came a creature of old
With a giant head and a blackened spike
"Now it's power you shall behold"
The man said as it began to strike

The soldiers now united fought
Standing against a common foe
The creature's death they sought

Two thousand men
Fallen to the ground, slain
The creature, whithering in pain

With swords and spears
To pierce the ancient they tried
But too thick was it's hide

The fight went on and on
On the soldiers it took a great toll
But the creature, it began to fall
As it arrived, the new dawn.

Then, four wizards came
With a task in mind
A creature to tame
A creature to bind

"Fall to your gloom
to meet your doom"
The powerful chant
Made them pant

"Forever doomed"
The chanting resumed
"Forever bound
Nowhere to be found"

A hole in the ground
Within it hellish fire
The creature made a screeching sound
It had invoked the wizards' ire

They were chanting and mumbling
As the ground was crumbling
The situation was quite dire
But the hole turned into mire

The man had fled
And it all came to an end
As the wizards swore
The kingdom to defend
Ntwari Poetry Jan 2018
Please,
Just send me away to sleep
To dream an empty dream
And sleep an empty sleep
No matter what awaits me on the other side,
It can't be worse than memories ringing in my ear
Familiar sights slipping out of my grasp
And replaced with the nightmare of my past
The ache of my whithering body ringing ripping every tendon
Ringing through every bone
I want to turn away from my mistakes
Run away from those who left me
Turn away from their mental glare

I just want it to end for a bit
Please
I just want to sleep
Monisha Dec 2019
Waning dulcet tones,
Waging winds clamour,
Trees shedding their garb
Taking a chance with the tremor.
December, December, December!

Brown grass, Gray skies,
Hibernating desires,
Shorter days,
Pauses, sighs and whys.  
décembre, décembre, décembre!

Huddles warm and soothing,
Wuthering and whithering away,
Cracking fires that once were
Only remnants of embers remain.
Diciembre, Diciembre, Diciembre!

Wintery sun, caressed once
The skies await,half awake,
wanting, waning, waking,
What lies ahead, you mysterious you...
दिसंबर, दिसंबर, दिसंबर!
Dilapidated dreams give way to somber thoughts
Caught up once again in the whys and why-nots
Swallowing my pride like a bittersweet pill
Always pushing my fears and problems uphill

My hands shake and my heart thunders
My anxiety grips my throat as it plunders
I can hear my fear tearing my mind asunder
While my heart is still filled with wonder

I can't look back but I can't  move on
Living life like it's an overplayed song
Struggling with this on an everyday basis
I don't  know how long I can take this

Anger rises like bile in my throat
Last time I lost it I left nothing but a note
It doesn't matter how far I'd run
Because I can't identify what I'm running from

Then I start sinking back down
Into my mind where I wait to drown
In thoughts and turmoil left unshared
Because even when I did nobody cares

That is how I grew up broken and alone
Cast aside like a useless stone
I decided I was worth more than these traumas
I decided I was tired of these endless dramas

I took a stand
Hand in hand
With the only one who stayed
When my mind was frayed
With a whithering smile
We sit for a while
While he takes away my shame
He clears away my blame


Some truths are harder than others to take
Like when true love looks more like distain
I found love is whatever you make
Or it will make you insane
Mark Valent Aug 2020
i am growing weary, i am growing cold
i sleep in the day, at night i stare at the walls
i am growing shallow, i am not growing at all
like a small forest pond, in the season of draught

i am growing hollow, as if i forgot how to speak
out of my words nothing can grow, flowers on the sill whithering
i am growing thin, leaking out into the void
my body a waterless stream, an impression in the soil

i am growing still, i am growing silent
like a burned down forest, a songless monument
i am growing thin, i am growing vain
like a watered down paint, a pictureless frame
Wolfie Bandit Apr 2020
my heart
too small to hold
but too big to keep
as that is how it seems
the feeling of it breaking
piece by piece
whithering to ash
falling from the darkness
from the pain you caused
the tears streaming down my face
the ache in my chest
just make it stop
I let myself free
but you keep me.
keep me locked up so
I'll never be free

— The End —