Kaden_Malis
Kaden Malis
Kaden Malis
Poem Published
15th Feb 2025 1:38am
15th Feb 2025 1:38am
Life
It all seems so simple
Yet I try and fail
I just want to take pleasure
In life's daily struggles and triumphs
Without searching for
A crutch to help me hobble along
I want to laugh and cry
Instead of fazing out
In an emotionless stupor
Hold my boys and know
They want always be boys
Get lost in the gaze
Of my beautiful wife's eyes
And realize how blessed I am
I want to grow old
And see my boys turn into men
While holding my wife's hand
Thinking of how we made it
...
Yet I try and fail
I just want to take pleasure
In life's daily struggles and triumphs
Without searching for
A crutch to help me hobble along
I want to laugh and cry
Instead of fazing out
In an emotionless stupor
Hold my boys and know
They want always be boys
Get lost in the gaze
Of my beautiful wife's eyes
And realize how blessed I am
I want to grow old
And see my boys turn into men
While holding my wife's hand
Thinking of how we made it
...
#addiction
#depression
#hope
#inspirational
#redemption
93 reads
5 Comments
Ambjr
Poem Published
12th Feb 2025 3:36pm
12th Feb 2025 3:36pm
the space before surrender
the keys beneath my fingers lie cold
they always do…don’t they?
til life breathes thru them
coaxin out melodies that dance
on the edge of existence
I had say to play
to drown out the world’s noise
but found myself lost
starin deep into the piano’s surface
beyond my own reflection
into the depths of nothinness
isn’t that the way of it?
we search for meanin
only to find ourself face to face
with the infinite void
of our crowded minds
last night was…difficult
that’s the word we are meant to...
they always do…don’t they?
til life breathes thru them
coaxin out melodies that dance
on the edge of existence
I had say to play
to drown out the world’s noise
but found myself lost
starin deep into the piano’s surface
beyond my own reflection
into the depths of nothinness
isn’t that the way of it?
we search for meanin
only to find ourself face to face
with the infinite void
of our crowded minds
last night was…difficult
that’s the word we are meant to...
#depression
#music
93 reads
4 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
10th Feb 2025 2:44pm
10th Feb 2025 2:44pm
Misplaced Teardrops
The winter wasteland of my heart
Distant, and distorted
Cast into the cold and lonely rivers of reality
Like melting snowflakes
Now no more than droplets
Their magic, now lost
Without shape, or form
Like misplaced teardrops
by Jemia
Distant, and distorted
Cast into the cold and lonely rivers of reality
Like melting snowflakes
Now no more than droplets
Their magic, now lost
Without shape, or form
Like misplaced teardrops
by Jemia
#depression
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeStruggles
#loneliness
#philosophical
58 reads
1 Comment
Ambjr
Poem Published
8th Feb 2025 3:46pm
8th Feb 2025 3:46pm
I’m a loser baby
I liked myself better
when I hated myself more
misery had a melody
self destruction had rhythm
now I’m fumblin thru life
like a virgin at an orgy
good intentions but awkward as fuck
my hands remember Rachmaninoff
but my brain has set fire
to the keys
sendin up smoke signals
to a god that stopped listenin
somewhere between genesis
and my one man show of self sabotage
they called me gifted
before my fingers learned to tremble
virtuoso playin tag with oblivion
composin chaos from memory ...
when I hated myself more
misery had a melody
self destruction had rhythm
now I’m fumblin thru life
like a virgin at an orgy
good intentions but awkward as fuck
my hands remember Rachmaninoff
but my brain has set fire
to the keys
sendin up smoke signals
to a god that stopped listenin
somewhere between genesis
and my one man show of self sabotage
they called me gifted
before my fingers learned to tremble
virtuoso playin tag with oblivion
composin chaos from memory ...
#addiction
#depression
#disappointment #music
#disappointment #music
137 reads
10 Comments
backdeckbenny
Poem Published
8th Feb 2025 7:19am
8th Feb 2025 7:19am
Liar liar pants on fire
Been quite discombobulated.
don't bother asking why.
There appears to be no reason
why the mind begins to lie.
It latches on to feelings
from memories long ago.
Awakens pain in every cell
creates an undertow.
It traps you in a vortex
where black dogs like to bite
It's a sneaky little bastard
at morning, noon or night.
Agreed, it's quite the arsehole
don't believe a word it speaks
Avoid its constant chatter
avoid its dark techniques.
Batten down the hatches ...
don't bother asking why.
There appears to be no reason
why the mind begins to lie.
It latches on to feelings
from memories long ago.
Awakens pain in every cell
creates an undertow.
It traps you in a vortex
where black dogs like to bite
It's a sneaky little bastard
at morning, noon or night.
Agreed, it's quite the arsehole
don't believe a word it speaks
Avoid its constant chatter
avoid its dark techniques.
Batten down the hatches ...
#depression
75 reads
2 Comments
Nvmb
Poem Published
7th Feb 2025 4:39pm
7th Feb 2025 4:39pm
Nameless
They placed their hands upon my skin,
cold as stone, soft as smoke.
A name lingered on their tongues,
but it was not my own.
I do not know how I came to this place,
only that the sky is split with gold,
and the air hums with something older than time.
A procession moves in shadows,
faces blurred, voices low.
They dress me in silk and silence,
a crown of hands upon my head.
A chalice raised, the liquid thick as dusk.
I drink, and the world unravels—
memories not my own bloom behind my eyes,
a thousand lives...
cold as stone, soft as smoke.
A name lingered on their tongues,
but it was not my own.
I do not know how I came to this place,
only that the sky is split with gold,
and the air hums with something older than time.
A procession moves in shadows,
faces blurred, voices low.
They dress me in silk and silence,
a crown of hands upon my head.
A chalice raised, the liquid thick as dusk.
I drink, and the world unravels—
memories not my own bloom behind my eyes,
a thousand lives...
#addiction
#apathy
#depression
#insomnia
#nightmares
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Ambjr
Poem Published
7th Feb 2025 11:55am
7th Feb 2025 11:55am
when the last note falls
when the music dies
at my fingertips
when these hands forget
their dance across ivory keys
when these pages
close their eyes to my confessions
and words turn to glass
caught in my throat
sharp as swallowed memories
of blackout nights
then take these hands
that know exactly which chords
unlock the darkness
take these ink stained fingers
wrapped round crumpled pages
of half finished verses
carved from bones of sleepless nights
etch them into cold stone
let them stand as proof
to all of the times I...
at my fingertips
when these hands forget
their dance across ivory keys
when these pages
close their eyes to my confessions
and words turn to glass
caught in my throat
sharp as swallowed memories
of blackout nights
then take these hands
that know exactly which chords
unlock the darkness
take these ink stained fingers
wrapped round crumpled pages
of half finished verses
carved from bones of sleepless nights
etch them into cold stone
let them stand as proof
to all of the times I...
#bipolar
#depression
#insomnia #music
#insomnia #music
113 reads
8 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
6th Feb 2025 1:59am
6th Feb 2025 1:59am
take this sadness
intro]
Take this sadness
and turn it into silence
[Verse 1]
I bleed with it
a sadness so deep
it could hold the ocean
(Don't silence me
don't silence me
can anybody hear me?)
And you
you give me what I don't need
so tie me down
and throw me into the depths of it
where no one can hear me cry
[Chorus]
Take this sadness
take this sadness
and turn it into silence
(No one is listening anyway)
(Is there anybody left...
Take this sadness
and turn it into silence
[Verse 1]
I bleed with it
a sadness so deep
it could hold the ocean
(Don't silence me
don't silence me
can anybody hear me?)
And you
you give me what I don't need
so tie me down
and throw me into the depths of it
where no one can hear me cry
[Chorus]
Take this sadness
take this sadness
and turn it into silence
(No one is listening anyway)
(Is there anybody left...
#dark
#depression
#despair
#lyrics
#MentalHealth
97 reads
2 Comments
Ambjr
Poem Published
4th Feb 2025 11:26pm
4th Feb 2025 11:26pm
follow me into the storm
the wind speaks of lettin go
in the language of the broken
promisin to scatter these bones
like the last notes of a storm
fadin into thunder
mother nature opens her arms
in a way that my mother never did
offerin shelter in the chaos
peace in the destruction
rest in her wild heart
each breath a step closer
to the quiet center
where stars hang too low
and the moon splits the clouds
where the sky bleeds into the horizon
and lightnin makes promises
that the rain never intended to keep
where darkness drifts in ...
in the language of the broken
promisin to scatter these bones
like the last notes of a storm
fadin into thunder
mother nature opens her arms
in a way that my mother never did
offerin shelter in the chaos
peace in the destruction
rest in her wild heart
each breath a step closer
to the quiet center
where stars hang too low
and the moon splits the clouds
where the sky bleeds into the horizon
and lightnin makes promises
that the rain never intended to keep
where darkness drifts in ...
#bipolar
#depression
#shadows
92 reads
5 Comments
Johnny_Silver
Poem Published
4th Feb 2025 3:14pm
4th Feb 2025 3:14pm
This Feeling
I...
am a ghost,
inhabiting these brittle bones,
wearing a suit of armour made from flesh and skin,
though it's not much good as armour.
Doesn't stop the bullets that shoot from tongues around you,
and it does naught to protect the mind.
Spinning clockwise in a counter-clockwise world around me?
That's me.
I'm lost,
somewhere between point A and point B I slip into non-existence.
I glide through a crowd like a shadow,
unnoticed,
unacknowledged.
I am the sum of all the shards of my shattered...
am a ghost,
inhabiting these brittle bones,
wearing a suit of armour made from flesh and skin,
though it's not much good as armour.
Doesn't stop the bullets that shoot from tongues around you,
and it does naught to protect the mind.
Spinning clockwise in a counter-clockwise world around me?
That's me.
I'm lost,
somewhere between point A and point B I slip into non-existence.
I glide through a crowd like a shadow,
unnoticed,
unacknowledged.
I am the sum of all the shards of my shattered...
#dark
#depression
#despair
#emptiness
#loneliness
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Johnny_Silver
Poem Published
4th Feb 2025 8:41am
4th Feb 2025 8:41am
Grey
In the midst of all this grey
I'm growing colder every day
Feeling smaller than before
Don't know what I'm living for
I am lost in endless crowd
Never seen and never found
Nameless face in joyless place
Just a body taking space
Innocence has taken flight
Along with all I thought was right
I am losing sight of light
Lose myself in endless night
Robbed of comfort, stolen truth
Memory scrambled and confused
Forgotten love from long ago
You'll forget me too, I know
Life is pain and death's...
I'm growing colder every day
Feeling smaller than before
Don't know what I'm living for
I am lost in endless crowd
Never seen and never found
Nameless face in joyless place
Just a body taking space
Innocence has taken flight
Along with all I thought was right
I am losing sight of light
Lose myself in endless night
Robbed of comfort, stolen truth
Memory scrambled and confused
Forgotten love from long ago
You'll forget me too, I know
Life is pain and death's...
#dark
#depression
#despair
#emptiness
#sadness
103 reads
0 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
4th Feb 2025 00:02am
4th Feb 2025 00:02am
I'm alive
Take this loneliness
and fuck it all the way to hell
I'm alive
I'm alive
I'm alive
I forgot what it was to feel
I forgot what it was to see
this morning hits
like a lover's caress
taking me to the edge of wonder
I'm alive
for just a little while
I'm alive
until the storm clouds in my head
bloom into the light of everything
and it feels like I'm dying again
But I'm not dead
I'm alive
I'm alive
I'm alive
And I want to hold onto that wonder
that somehow...
and fuck it all the way to hell
I'm alive
I'm alive
I'm alive
I forgot what it was to feel
I forgot what it was to see
this morning hits
like a lover's caress
taking me to the edge of wonder
I'm alive
for just a little while
I'm alive
until the storm clouds in my head
bloom into the light of everything
and it feels like I'm dying again
But I'm not dead
I'm alive
I'm alive
I'm alive
And I want to hold onto that wonder
that somehow...
#depression
#hope
#LifeStruggles #MentalHealth
#LifeStruggles #MentalHealth
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