DCLXVI_1989
Poem Published
Yesterday 6:37pm
Yesterday 6:37pm
Agnostalgia
I have died, 5 days ago
The days have past me by
Where did they go?
Where did i go?
And why?
Questioning the agnostic
insanity in cycles
Unsatisfactory non answers
How life goes
Remember how we used to forget?
Whatever it was
Blatant
Disregard
What a fuss
Refusal to acknowledge
Mind rot before the vessel
Living funeral
Lost potential
The world has passed me by
6 days since I've been gone
It's time
Moving on
Just gone
I have died, a week ago
The...
The days have past me by
Where did they go?
Where did i go?
And why?
Questioning the agnostic
insanity in cycles
Unsatisfactory non answers
How life goes
Remember how we used to forget?
Whatever it was
Blatant
Disregard
What a fuss
Refusal to acknowledge
Mind rot before the vessel
Living funeral
Lost potential
The world has passed me by
6 days since I've been gone
It's time
Moving on
Just gone
I have died, a week ago
The...
#grief
#memorial
#nostalgia
9 reads
0 Comments
PandoraUnleashed
Poem Published
Yesterday 1:05pm
Yesterday 1:05pm
Pandora's Box
wanting what once was
the doors of heaven opened
knowing hell would come
tried & defeated
a heart & soul now laden
closed doors fucking hurt
the doors of heaven opened
knowing hell would come
tried & defeated
a heart & soul now laden
closed doors fucking hurt
#sadness
#regret
#grief #senryu
#grief #senryu
58 reads
Eerie
Poem Published
Yesterday 3:29am
Yesterday 3:29am
Loss For Gain
The pain.
I don’t talk about it too much.
It sounds like a skip in
the crackle of a scratched record.
Therapy demands a discomfort
that gets worse before it subsides;
even then, pain syndrome might
oblige me to find a switch
in my brain to flicker off—
There is no guarantee for relief.
I find myself steeped in quiet
contemplation; lost in a spinning
kaleidoscope of colors that
mock my reserves.
I am not built for pain—
yet it kisses me everyday with
its injurious...
I don’t talk about it too much.
It sounds like a skip in
the crackle of a scratched record.
Therapy demands a discomfort
that gets worse before it subsides;
even then, pain syndrome might
oblige me to find a switch
in my brain to flicker off—
There is no guarantee for relief.
I find myself steeped in quiet
contemplation; lost in a spinning
kaleidoscope of colors that
mock my reserves.
I am not built for pain—
yet it kisses me everyday with
its injurious...
#grief
#strength
#courage #illness
#courage #illness
42 reads
15 Comments
Jamela
Poem Published
22nd Aug 2019 4:31pm
22nd Aug 2019 4:31pm
Brain & Heart
Stupid brain!, stupid heart!,
Leave me alone, I just want a fresh start -_-
The times that I don't wanna feel, you make me feel,
And the times I do wanna feel, I don't,
Forever flooding each other with negativity everytime something good happens,
You both have caused me so much pain,
I just want it to stop!
I lost the people that loved me the most because of you two, no...wait!....
I've lost my love because of you two!
Always arguing and fighting over what's best for me,
I just want some fuxking rest please!!
You both agreed that I...
Leave me alone, I just want a fresh start -_-
The times that I don't wanna feel, you make me feel,
And the times I do wanna feel, I don't,
Forever flooding each other with negativity everytime something good happens,
You both have caused me so much pain,
I just want it to stop!
I lost the people that loved me the most because of you two, no...wait!....
I've lost my love because of you two!
Always arguing and fighting over what's best for me,
I just want some fuxking rest please!!
You both agreed that I...
#anxiety
#regret
#grief
#strength
#motivational
26 reads
0 Comments
hemihead
hemi
hemi
Poem Published
21st Aug 2019 10:28am
21st Aug 2019 10:28am
like you know what
10 years since we buried him
so went home
to see my sister
who bore him
until death
doctor gave it a name at 15
and it took him at 16
I came cos she said to
has always been like that
her the woman I turn an ear to
so I went there
to her place
on the farm
arrived in my usual cloud of big-city bluster
noise and hard liquor
fancy rented go-go car
dropped my city shoes
picked out a pair of gumboots
from the rack
and just like that
already Country
...
so went home
to see my sister
who bore him
until death
doctor gave it a name at 15
and it took him at 16
I came cos she said to
has always been like that
her the woman I turn an ear to
so I went there
to her place
on the farm
arrived in my usual cloud of big-city bluster
noise and hard liquor
fancy rented go-go car
dropped my city shoes
picked out a pair of gumboots
from the rack
and just like that
already Country
...
#grief
#hope
85 reads
11 Comments
David_Macleod
Poem Published
19th Aug 2019 6:45pm
19th Aug 2019 6:45pm
SMOKED - - - For the "Clothed" Comp
Tentatively they rose from their trenches
Slowly deserting rickety wooden benches
Surprisingly rifles and guns are left behind
As thoughts of Christmas enter their mind
Such a happy time for families and friends
An apparent cease-fire and making amends
Helmets and coats make good goalposts
A game of football is their Christmas toast
One-nil, one one, two-nil, score unimportant
Laughing, joking, running and having such fun
At some point, they'll have to return to the gun
They're out of breath they've scored many goals
They'll have to...
Slowly deserting rickety wooden benches
Surprisingly rifles and guns are left behind
As thoughts of Christmas enter their mind
Such a happy time for families and friends
An apparent cease-fire and making amends
Helmets and coats make good goalposts
A game of football is their Christmas toast
One-nil, one one, two-nil, score unimportant
Laughing, joking, running and having such fun
At some point, they'll have to return to the gun
They're out of breath they've scored many goals
They'll have to...
#grief
#soldiers
#heartbroken
#war
#death
50 reads
3 Comments
Taurek
Poem Published
19th Aug 2019 6:56am
19th Aug 2019 6:56am
Nothing’s Worse Than Canned
The cruder it is, the more
Free it is
That’s just something left
Over from the war
The repo man said it
Would come to this
“I’m going to tell you
What my father told
Me the night our house
Burned down. Life is
All about finding
Happiness in unhappy
Endings.”
“Fuck you.”
“You’ll be fine.”
I just want to
Tell you, this
Is all just a
Phase
But something
Was coming
For me and
I knew
Exactly
What it
Was
Free it is
That’s just something left
Over from the war
The repo man said it
Would come to this
“I’m going to tell you
What my father told
Me the night our house
Burned down. Life is
All about finding
Happiness in unhappy
Endings.”
“Fuck you.”
“You’ll be fine.”
I just want to
Tell you, this
Is all just a
Phase
But something
Was coming
For me and
I knew
Exactly
What it
Was
#happiness
#grief
#war
#death
#freedom
54 reads
4 Comments
HowlingWhelms
Noire
Noire
Poem Published
18th Aug 2019 9:31pm
18th Aug 2019 9:31pm
My Brother's Keeper
With warmth of
my hands
I shield his eyes
and
Cover his heart
this is true purity
of meaningful
absorption..
suddenly he says:
"Why is your
matter silently
howling, so loudly "
. ..because... .
my hands
I shield his eyes
and
Cover his heart
this is true purity
of meaningful
absorption..
suddenly he says:
"Why is your
matter silently
howling, so loudly "
. ..because... .
#anxiety
#love
#grief
#heartbroken
#despair
130 reads
QuietusQuill
Poem Published
18th Aug 2019 6:07pm
18th Aug 2019 6:07pm
And into the rising chants, I chew down the dream of you
Retentive visions
surreptitiously
seep between
increments of sleep,
swaddled around
oxidized reveries
mousetrapped as a
wasted twinkle
recogiendo pensamientos silenciosos
de su guerra de libre albedrío
as a clarín greenlights
danse macabre
sepulchred beneath
for exed epoch.
Cogitationes are carried
in coronach selah's
triggering the strangers
of your vita to mourn
vexation,contumelies,
and banemalenty
hangs thick in the air
like a degradative smog ...
surreptitiously
seep between
increments of sleep,
swaddled around
oxidized reveries
mousetrapped as a
wasted twinkle
recogiendo pensamientos silenciosos
de su guerra de libre albedrío
as a clarín greenlights
danse macabre
sepulchred beneath
for exed epoch.
Cogitationes are carried
in coronach selah's
triggering the strangers
of your vita to mourn
vexation,contumelies,
and banemalenty
hangs thick in the air
like a degradative smog ...
#grief
#death
#memorial
31 reads
0 Comments
dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
18th Aug 2019 5:43pm
18th Aug 2019 5:43pm
Who (the hell) Was The Sot Who Said "....And Death Shall Have No Dominion" ?
For a moment in
for'ever,
my child fell into the whole of
eternity.
never to be seen nor heard from
(ever)
again.
I could not save her.
I could not rescue her.
I will never know how or why
she slipped and
...
for'ever,
my child fell into the whole of
eternity.
never to be seen nor heard from
(ever)
again.
I could not save her.
I could not rescue her.
I will never know how or why
she slipped and
...
#depression
#grief
#dark
#heartbroken
#death
33 reads
6 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
18th Aug 2019 6:21am
18th Aug 2019 6:21am
the Cross
symbol
of
death
symbol
of
life
of
death
symbol
of
life
#love
#grief
#death #inspirational
#death #inspirational
22 reads
0 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
17th Aug 2019 8:18am
17th Aug 2019 8:18am
Guaro and the Three Franks
My father passed away at sixty-six,
And my grandfather at a younger age,
They were both addicted to alcohol,
Now I write their story on my page.
They tell me I was Frank’s first grandson,
But I don’t have any memory of him,
My dad told me he and grandpa bonded,
When my dad started drinking at thirteen.
But I’m talking about the real hard stuff,
Guaro made from distilled sugar cane,
After all they grew it in the old farm,
In the days before the civil war came.
For years my father lied about drinking,
He always tried to hide his...
And my grandfather at a younger age,
They were both addicted to alcohol,
Now I write their story on my page.
They tell me I was Frank’s first grandson,
But I don’t have any memory of him,
My dad told me he and grandpa bonded,
When my dad started drinking at thirteen.
But I’m talking about the real hard stuff,
Guaro made from distilled sugar cane,
After all they grew it in the old farm,
In the days before the civil war came.
For years my father lied about drinking,
He always tried to hide his...
#grief
#family
#alcohol
#addiction
#learning
51 reads
2 Comments
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