AaHarvey
Poem Published
Yesterday 11:09pm
Yesterday 11:09pm
A million more chances
Some people they get to live forever;
Some people do not have the same luck.
I want to go on until the other end of the never,
But fate has decided my time is up.
If only I had a million more chances.
A million more attempts to live life to the full.
Maybe I could find the antidote;
If only I could read every single book.
If only I could; if only.
Maybe I would not have to feel so lonely,
Because nobody understands the pain that is my life!
I am not and never will be ready to walk into the light.
...
Some people do not have the same luck.
I want to go on until the other end of the never,
But fate has decided my time is up.
If only I had a million more chances.
A million more attempts to live life to the full.
Maybe I could find the antidote;
If only I could read every single book.
If only I could; if only.
Maybe I would not have to feel so lonely,
Because nobody understands the pain that is my life!
I am not and never will be ready to walk into the light.
...
#anxiety
#love
#death
#LifeStruggles
#LifeAsAWriter
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Hepcat61
geoff cat
geoff cat
Poem Published
Yesterday 2:46pm
Yesterday 2:46pm
The Light of Night How Soft – Sonnet Eighteen
The light of night how soft, considered here
Abundant, overwhelmed by true dark’s course,
The loss of life, the loss of light’s cohere,
The loss of night must then be death’s endorse.
The night seems rare in guise of light, not dark,
A place of hope against the unresolved,
A hope against the come of grave’s remark,
The night of love’s enlace and sins’ absolve.
In deeps of time, my many lives are lost,
In shadows of their livings’ undone ends,
For ever intimates exact a cost,
My costs, where thousand nights hold no...
Abundant, overwhelmed by true dark’s course,
The loss of life, the loss of light’s cohere,
The loss of night must then be death’s endorse.
The night seems rare in guise of light, not dark,
A place of hope against the unresolved,
A hope against the come of grave’s remark,
The night of love’s enlace and sins’ absolve.
In deeps of time, my many lives are lost,
In shadows of their livings’ undone ends,
For ever intimates exact a cost,
My costs, where thousand nights hold no...
#love
#death
#night #sonnet
#night #sonnet
22 reads
3 Comments
Taurek
Poem Published
Yesterday 6:45am
Yesterday 6:45am
The Party Boy Blues
What did I care about this city?
I was just out here serving a function
For a conglomerate that took all
The profits while I sweated about
Losing my fucking job, with the new
VP on my ass about a few grand
That wasn’t paid a couple years ago
And how was I supposed to know?
I was too busy trying to start
Drinking at 7pm so I could pass
Out early so I could get up at
A reasonable hour so I could
Make it into work at 9am because
I had all these executives from
New York coming over all
Of a sudden to check ...
I was just out here serving a function
For a conglomerate that took all
The profits while I sweated about
Losing my fucking job, with the new
VP on my ass about a few grand
That wasn’t paid a couple years ago
And how was I supposed to know?
I was too busy trying to start
Drinking at 7pm so I could pass
Out early so I could get up at
A reasonable hour so I could
Make it into work at 9am because
I had all these executives from
New York coming over all
Of a sudden to check ...
#anxiety
#death
#religion
#alcohol
#apathy
22 reads
1 Comment
Countrygirl96
Poem Published
Yesterday 5:32am
Yesterday 5:32am
Until Death Do We Part
#grief
#loneliness
#dark #death
#dark #death
29 reads
0 Comments
Judd517
Poem Published
Yesterday 3:44am
Yesterday 3:44am
Growing on the outside as it grows on the inside
#dark
#death
#evil
35 reads
0 Comments
QuinnARichardson
Poem Published
Yesterday 1:19am
Yesterday 1:19am
My Choice
As I looked around the empty room
I felt a peace that was never there before
Memories of little children in their pajamas so dear
Family dinners, Bible teachings, mistletoes above the door
In my mind everything was so clear
Suddenly I heard a voice in my head,
" Don't cry, little child, I told you once, just like before
I will never leave you. I have come to save the world by dying and leaving man's tomb."
Kneeling, I knew my Lord's voice
My eyes could not see Him
But I remember as a little girl, I had made my...
I felt a peace that was never there before
Memories of little children in their pajamas so dear
Family dinners, Bible teachings, mistletoes above the door
In my mind everything was so clear
Suddenly I heard a voice in my head,
" Don't cry, little child, I told you once, just like before
I will never leave you. I have come to save the world by dying and leaving man's tomb."
Kneeling, I knew my Lord's voice
My eyes could not see Him
But I remember as a little girl, I had made my...
#love
#death
#God #illness
#God #illness
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2 Comments
BeginningPoet
Poem Published
17th May 2019 11:28pm
17th May 2019 11:28pm
I Want The Sun
I want the sun that rises
Seeking it each moment from breath,
Swimming in deep blue skies
My youth now well behind me,
I wanted the sun, and had it
Such fortune to carry for years,
So many memories, some lost
And yet, the sun wasn't everything.
The land, the life once lived
With all the love one could covet,
From birth through childhood
To sleep, dream, want and conquer,
Imagination being well spent now
But still new to youth and heart,
There may be some to trade it
For all on...
Seeking it each moment from breath,
Swimming in deep blue skies
My youth now well behind me,
I wanted the sun, and had it
Such fortune to carry for years,
So many memories, some lost
And yet, the sun wasn't everything.
The land, the life once lived
With all the love one could covet,
From birth through childhood
To sleep, dream, want and conquer,
Imagination being well spent now
But still new to youth and heart,
There may be some to trade it
For all on...
#birth
#childhood
#death
#fate
#aging
28 reads
4 Comments
OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
17th May 2019 11:02pm
17th May 2019 11:02pm
INTO LIFE WE TURN and FALL (11-15-04, Sunrise, Galveston Island, Texas)
in our collective
humanity
each of us
are slowly
spun
turned
and formed
revised
and honed
finessed
by lifes
perpetual lathe
as its
constant
silent blade
gradually shapes
evolves
transforms
us all
along
our journeys way
into
too seldom
ever truly
fully understanding
who we
wholly are
but rather
at least
into
eventually learning
who we are
continuously
becoming
with each
of us
in our
last breaths ...
humanity
each of us
are slowly
spun
turned
and formed
revised
and honed
finessed
by lifes
perpetual lathe
as its
constant
silent blade
gradually shapes
evolves
transforms
us all
along
our journeys way
into
too seldom
ever truly
fully understanding
who we
wholly are
but rather
at least
into
eventually learning
who we are
continuously
becoming
with each
of us
in our
last breaths ...
#birth
#death
#TruthOfLife #SelfDiscovery
#TruthOfLife #SelfDiscovery
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AaHarvey
Poem Published
17th May 2019 10:43pm
17th May 2019 10:43pm
A kiss goodbye
Death is creeping, while I am sleeping.
My final year, my final tear, my final verse, there is no more.
Death is here, I am full of fear.
I have no money to pay Death’s toll, for,
I am a mere mortal mind,
Who is lost in space and lost in time.
All I possess is an endless black sigh;
A half-hearted plea for a love-life without the lie.
Fix me once more, or permanently close the door,
For I am not yet ready to venture forth, into that long goodnight;
But forward I will march into the doom,
If I have to meet another version of...
My final year, my final tear, my final verse, there is no more.
Death is here, I am full of fear.
I have no money to pay Death’s toll, for,
I am a mere mortal mind,
Who is lost in space and lost in time.
All I possess is an endless black sigh;
A half-hearted plea for a love-life without the lie.
Fix me once more, or permanently close the door,
For I am not yet ready to venture forth, into that long goodnight;
But forward I will march into the doom,
If I have to meet another version of...
#death
#LifeAsAWriter
11 reads
1 Comment
LennyBlue
Yorkshire
Yorkshire
Poem Published
17th May 2019 9:27pm
17th May 2019 9:27pm
f**king Coward
If i were dead would you be out of my head?
Oh sweet relief from your disease of my brain.
Every cell punches me , dripping blood from my eyes,
Staining any beauty of how you use to be
My head aches like an atomic bomb
Your face pounding away with no escape.
The tracks of pain running up my veins
Only teasing never pleasing, the marks of things to come.
You wear your scars like a soldiers badge,
But you never won a battle in your life.
Fucking coward.
If I were dead would you be out of my head?
Oh sweet relief from your disease of my brain.
Every cell punches me , dripping blood from my eyes,
Staining any beauty of how you use to be
My head aches like an atomic bomb
Your face pounding away with no escape.
The tracks of pain running up my veins
Only teasing never pleasing, the marks of things to come.
You wear your scars like a soldiers badge,
But you never won a battle in your life.
Fucking coward.
If I were dead would you be out of my head?
#death
#suicide
#suffering
49 reads
7 Comments
samael
Poem Published
17th May 2019 6:14pm
17th May 2019 6:14pm
A62: Disinfect
Index finger on the mute key,
thumb and ring on the swiveling mouse.
toggle, toggle.
flicker, flicker.
flash, flash.
you fuck me up.
right hand mashes into my ear & headset to hear better.
back slumps and settles into a bone pop after 3 1/2 hours.
their anger bleeds through the line.
a goddamned jungle that hosts tea parties for killers.
I writhe in it,
flourish;
sustain.
each cube the same as the next
except the stains, scratches, and tears of fabric. ...
thumb and ring on the swiveling mouse.
toggle, toggle.
flicker, flicker.
flash, flash.
you fuck me up.
right hand mashes into my ear & headset to hear better.
back slumps and settles into a bone pop after 3 1/2 hours.
their anger bleeds through the line.
a goddamned jungle that hosts tea parties for killers.
I writhe in it,
flourish;
sustain.
each cube the same as the next
except the stains, scratches, and tears of fabric. ...
#identity
#death
#myself #SelfReflection
#myself #SelfReflection
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