WillowsWhimsies
Poem Published
9th Nov 2024 2:42pm
9th Nov 2024 2:42pm
pause & breathe
sometimes I have to close my eyes
muffle my ears so I can't hear
there's just too much going on
behind the scenes
...of me
& external influences are more dangerous
too easy to fall in over my head
& I'll be honest...
I've never been a very good swimmer
sound overwhelms
battering my equilibrium
visions are too bright
like crawling out...exhausted
...after days in a cave
blinded
simply too much
it's a balance thing
as I fight to steady myself
the tightrope beneath my feet so...
muffle my ears so I can't hear
there's just too much going on
behind the scenes
...of me
& external influences are more dangerous
too easy to fall in over my head
& I'll be honest...
I've never been a very good swimmer
sound overwhelms
battering my equilibrium
visions are too bright
like crawling out...exhausted
...after days in a cave
blinded
simply too much
it's a balance thing
as I fight to steady myself
the tightrope beneath my feet so...
#confessional
#SelfReflection
149 reads
8 Comments
Nixprty
Poem Published
25th Oct 2024 6:10am
25th Oct 2024 6:10am
The Thoughts that Followed
Remember me as I was
Not as I am.
For I know the man who lays in my bed,
No more than the boy who sung sweet melodies into the night wind.
How did this tangle spiral?
It is love,
I’m sure.
I loved you.
More than I should have.
So I buried the boy with the soft eyes,
But you looked for him.
So I tried to bury you too.
It was for your own good.
It was for my own good.
Remember me as I was, ...
Not as I am.
For I know the man who lays in my bed,
No more than the boy who sung sweet melodies into the night wind.
How did this tangle spiral?
It is love,
I’m sure.
I loved you.
More than I should have.
So I buried the boy with the soft eyes,
But you looked for him.
So I tried to bury you too.
It was for your own good.
It was for my own good.
Remember me as I was, ...
#confessional
93 reads
2 Comments
Koulouri
Poem Published
25th Oct 2024 1:22am
25th Oct 2024 1:22am
Conversation with myself
Please stop screwing up your life.
It's my life too.
It's my life too.
#confessional
#myself
73 reads
0 Comments
AspergerPoet56
Poem Published
19th Oct 2024 5:59pm
19th Oct 2024 5:59pm
The Language Of Longing
read ~ quiver at each
sensual syllable ~ thats
been written for you
sensual syllable ~ thats
been written for you
#confessional
#love
#senryu
#UnrequitedLove
#WritingPoetry
132 reads
10 Comments
WillowsWhimsies
Poem Published
18th Oct 2024 12:57pm
18th Oct 2024 12:57pm
too much room
I feel like a pariah
they just want to give me time
but the more space they give me
...the bigger it feels
& I'm adrift
I just lost my best friend
& everything hurts
I'm on edge
reading more...less...into what's said
wishing I had a manual
a guide
anything to provide some answers
but these grey lands surrounding me
offer only silence
& more questions
a bunch of faces unwilling to turn my way
eyes blinded to my existence
it only makes the loss all the more noticeable
the void no longer...
they just want to give me time
but the more space they give me
...the bigger it feels
& I'm adrift
I just lost my best friend
& everything hurts
I'm on edge
reading more...less...into what's said
wishing I had a manual
a guide
anything to provide some answers
but these grey lands surrounding me
offer only silence
& more questions
a bunch of faces unwilling to turn my way
eyes blinded to my existence
it only makes the loss all the more noticeable
the void no longer...
#confessional
#LifeStruggles
#sadness
198 reads
16 Comments
AspergerPoet56
Poem Published
16th Oct 2024 4:44pm
16th Oct 2024 4:44pm
Complexity Of Navigating Nuance
sorry... autistic
warning ~ difficult to love
take in small doses
warning ~ difficult to love
take in small doses
#Autism
#confessional
#love #senryu
#love #senryu
138 reads
7 Comments
WillowsWhimsies
Poem Published
28th Sep 2024 3:57pm
28th Sep 2024 3:57pm
Sovereignty
what is liberation to you
he asked with all sincerity
no explanation
left it to my own translation
as it should be
with all things pertaining to me
it's his way
nudging me into introspection
barest hint of any direction
where it takes me...
always unknown
I alone know the map of my mind
& each forray shows him more insight
into the maelstrom that is...Willow
he wants to ride the thermals
not lasso the storm
so...
I feel liberation in its purest form
when I have the freedom ...
he asked with all sincerity
no explanation
left it to my own translation
as it should be
with all things pertaining to me
it's his way
nudging me into introspection
barest hint of any direction
where it takes me...
always unknown
I alone know the map of my mind
& each forray shows him more insight
into the maelstrom that is...Willow
he wants to ride the thermals
not lasso the storm
so...
I feel liberation in its purest form
when I have the freedom ...
#confessional
#PersonalGrowth
#relationships #SelfReflection
#relationships #SelfReflection
179 reads
10 Comments
WillowsWhimsies
Poem Published
19th Sep 2024 2:59pm
19th Sep 2024 2:59pm
September
there's a stillness that reeks of...
...something not fully decayed
a haunting
darkness lingers
curling around awareness
crowding
trying to get a chokehold
as charcoal shades
blot out vibrant colors
not yet chilled by winter
yet no longer summer
& memories anchor to its existence
no matter how long
...or hard I try...
to forget them
constant guard
I cannot afford to slip
into the muted melancholy it offers
a fall beyond bearing
waiting for the first bright dying...
...something not fully decayed
a haunting
darkness lingers
curling around awareness
crowding
trying to get a chokehold
as charcoal shades
blot out vibrant colors
not yet chilled by winter
yet no longer summer
& memories anchor to its existence
no matter how long
...or hard I try...
to forget them
constant guard
I cannot afford to slip
into the muted melancholy it offers
a fall beyond bearing
waiting for the first bright dying...
#confessional
#dark
#depression #sadness
#depression #sadness
189 reads
12 Comments
Nizana
Lauryn
Lauryn
Poem Published
17th Sep 2024 3:31pm
17th Sep 2024 3:31pm
Wedding Photographer and the Best Man
Marissa adjusted the lens on her camera, capturing the light as it streamed through the stained-glass windows of the cathedral, painting the wedding party in a kaleidoscope of colors. At 27, she had carved out a name for herself as a talented wedding photographer, her weekends filled with the promise of new unions and the hope of everlasting love—a hope that, for her, flickered and faded with each passing year.
Her relationships, much like the shutter of her camera, were quick and fleeting. She’d married young but divorced two years later. Since her divorce, love had touched her...
Her relationships, much like the shutter of her camera, were quick and fleeting. She’d married young but divorced two years later. Since her divorce, love had touched her...
#confessional
#LookingForLove
#marriage #romantic
#marriage #romantic
203 reads
5 Comments
HottNess
Poem Published
13th Sep 2024 8:18pm
13th Sep 2024 8:18pm
Right the Wrong
Bleed,
Slain to fetal position,
Wet head,
Soaked pillow ,
Pain,Pain
Go away
Pain,pain
Holding one hostage,
365x39
Fight to survive
Fight to live
Overwhelmed
She knows ,
Fight,fight
She hears,
Eyes began healing her
Tears,tears
Unfreeze her
Remind her of her woman hood
Thoughts thoughts
Strengthen her
Give her something
To write again
Hands hands
Leave evidence
The proof is here
Is...
Slain to fetal position,
Wet head,
Soaked pillow ,
Pain,Pain
Go away
Pain,pain
Holding one hostage,
365x39
Fight to survive
Fight to live
Overwhelmed
She knows ,
Fight,fight
She hears,
Eyes began healing her
Tears,tears
Unfreeze her
Remind her of her woman hood
Thoughts thoughts
Strengthen her
Give her something
To write again
Hands hands
Leave evidence
The proof is here
Is...
#acceptance
#confessional
72 reads
1 Comment
AspergerPoet56
Poem Published
13th Sep 2024 2:42am
13th Sep 2024 2:42am
Raw Words On Paper
my words unrefined
an inexperienced poet
who scribbles a lot
an inexperienced poet
who scribbles a lot
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#senryu
94 reads
6 Comments
WillowsWhimsies
Poem Published
12th Sep 2024 10:57pm
12th Sep 2024 10:57pm
thoughts percolate...
my heart wants to believe the best of others
but my mind...
holds a catalogue in memory
having borne witness to evidence
entirely to the contrary
& heart views a glass half full
mind sees it half empty
in truth...
it bears the same contents
it is...what it is
as a feather
plucked from a wing
no longer capable of flight
left merely to drift
near weightless
at the mercy of a current
such is the wandering of my thoughts
where heart sighs
& minds flinches
because we...
but my mind...
holds a catalogue in memory
having borne witness to evidence
entirely to the contrary
& heart views a glass half full
mind sees it half empty
in truth...
it bears the same contents
it is...what it is
as a feather
plucked from a wing
no longer capable of flight
left merely to drift
near weightless
at the mercy of a current
such is the wandering of my thoughts
where heart sighs
& minds flinches
because we...
#confessional
#confusion
#humankind
#memories
#SelfReflection
178 reads
12 Comments
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