BlueBeastGirl
Poem Published
Yesterday 8:39pm
Yesterday 8:39pm
The tragedy of a sister raising a brother
You tell me Im just like her; our shared abuser
Oh brother dear that made me spiral
Here I am just 25 is my brain even fully alive?
Here I am married and suddenly a parent to you
And you want an enemy and hyperfocus on me
The only connection you have to our past
Logically I get it but emotionally I'm being transparent
I'm wrecking everything cuz I can't get over it
Your fourteen you dont know what it means
To have lived the tragic life I have
And maybe I don't understand your trauma either
Our stories are different despite the vast...
Oh brother dear that made me spiral
Here I am just 25 is my brain even fully alive?
Here I am married and suddenly a parent to you
And you want an enemy and hyperfocus on me
The only connection you have to our past
Logically I get it but emotionally I'm being transparent
I'm wrecking everything cuz I can't get over it
Your fourteen you dont know what it means
To have lived the tragic life I have
And maybe I don't understand your trauma either
Our stories are different despite the vast...
#sadness
#grief
#SelfHarm
#PTSD
#disappointment
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Kaden_Malis
Kaden Malis
Kaden Malis
Bumped 21st Oct 2021 5:47pm
11th Aug 2020 00:00am
11th Aug 2020 00:00am
Floating homeward
Darkness fell over her
Like gray liquid night
Her mind was not her own
Rest easy sweet child
Float homeward into the loam
No more pain
No more sadness
No more searching
For that lost happiness
You've taken your place
With the angels
Amongst the sparkling stars
Like gray liquid night
Her mind was not her own
Rest easy sweet child
Float homeward into the loam
No more pain
No more sadness
No more searching
For that lost happiness
You've taken your place
With the angels
Amongst the sparkling stars
#sadness
#grief
#hope
#courage
#bittersweet
200 reads
3 Comments
Fallen_Angel_194
Angel.
Angel.
Poem Published
20th Oct 2021 8:03pm
20th Oct 2021 8:03pm
Lost
I am beginning to lose pieces of you that I didn't even think could be lost, and it hurts way deep down in the pit of my stomach.
Like how I cannot seem to remember when we last sat down to eat together,
Or what the sound of your off key show tune humming sounds like.
It feels as if I have lost you, and the hurtful part is the fact that you don't even see the knife sticking out from between my shoulder blades that your absence has put there.
I don't remember what you smell like anymore, or how your hugs feel.
I don't remember the last thing I said to you, you...
Like how I cannot seem to remember when we last sat down to eat together,
Or what the sound of your off key show tune humming sounds like.
It feels as if I have lost you, and the hurtful part is the fact that you don't even see the knife sticking out from between my shoulder blades that your absence has put there.
I don't remember what you smell like anymore, or how your hugs feel.
I don't remember the last thing I said to you, you...
#grief
#IMissYou
#separation
24 reads
4 Comments
TheFutureEmbrace
Poem Published
20th Oct 2021 11:30am
20th Oct 2021 11:30am
Lost Lens
I have wondered
once or twice in my life
what it means
to be blind.
To never see
what we have lost
To never glimpse
what we could hold.
Does sight grant us
hope. In these
days of darkened rain?
Would it not be
easy, so little-
to do.
If we could just
unsee the cracks.
Undo the past,
and undo you.
I have yearned,
more than thrice
to never look upon
your face again.
What does it mean
to look back,
on the images of
our...
once or twice in my life
what it means
to be blind.
To never see
what we have lost
To never glimpse
what we could hold.
Does sight grant us
hope. In these
days of darkened rain?
Would it not be
easy, so little-
to do.
If we could just
unsee the cracks.
Undo the past,
and undo you.
I have yearned,
more than thrice
to never look upon
your face again.
What does it mean
to look back,
on the images of
our...
#grief
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Bon_Mot
Poem Published
18th Oct 2021 2:45pm
18th Oct 2021 2:45pm
Dear Jadey. (Ms. Jade Pandora)
Dear Jadey,
I am disconsolate and disbelieving. I half pick up the phone, hoping to hear you say “it isn’t true!”
Last night, I re-read your Stolen Light again; the book still speaks as it did...the tender, treasured discovery it was 10 years ago. I re-read all your emails (yes, I saved them. I need them.) Last night, I pulled your words and the music from deep in Deviant Art.
Last night, I struggled to run our frequent, regular phone calls through my memory; phone calls of 5 + hours each, from “Hi” to “Bye.” I strained to renew your sweet voice and it’s...
I am disconsolate and disbelieving. I half pick up the phone, hoping to hear you say “it isn’t true!”
Last night, I re-read your Stolen Light again; the book still speaks as it did...the tender, treasured discovery it was 10 years ago. I re-read all your emails (yes, I saved them. I need them.) Last night, I pulled your words and the music from deep in Deviant Art.
Last night, I struggled to run our frequent, regular phone calls through my memory; phone calls of 5 + hours each, from “Hi” to “Bye.” I strained to renew your sweet voice and it’s...
#anxiety
#grief
#heartbroken
#despair
#denial
46 reads
10 Comments
Bon_Mot
Poem Published
16th Oct 2021 11:33pm
16th Oct 2021 11:33pm
Why there is no card.
Hallmark®
does not make a card
that conveys
soul-shredding
diabolic love pain;
Some things in life
do not lend themselves
to rhyming.
Some of life’s occasions
confound commercial artists,
hired to
draw cherubs and hearts
and
marketing people know that
black envelopes
are
difficult to address.
tedefroberts©2021
does not make a card
that conveys
soul-shredding
diabolic love pain;
Some things in life
do not lend themselves
to rhyming.
Some of life’s occasions
confound commercial artists,
hired to
draw cherubs and hearts
and
marketing people know that
black envelopes
are
difficult to address.
tedefroberts©2021
#sadness
#grief
#satirical
45 reads
2 Comments
Bon_Mot
Poem Published
16th Oct 2021 4:51am
16th Oct 2021 4:51am
short poems from Vietnam.
like an ugly whore, each night
vietnam opens her legs
scares me beyond fear, infects
me with her disease and death;
closes my heart, raw red and
purple. pieces are missing.
July 17
sitting on the barracks roof
late at night I let my mind
fixate on the outgoing
tracer rounds hyphenating
colors en route to inflict
their angry vertical death.
for a moment, I forget
because I want to forget ...
vietnam opens her legs
scares me beyond fear, infects
me with her disease and death;
closes my heart, raw red and
purple. pieces are missing.
July 17
sitting on the barracks roof
late at night I let my mind
fixate on the outgoing
tracer rounds hyphenating
colors en route to inflict
their angry vertical death.
for a moment, I forget
because I want to forget ...
#anger
#hate
#grief
26 reads
4 Comments
Particles_Of_HerII
Poem Published
15th Oct 2021 9:36pm
15th Oct 2021 9:36pm
..__.
Her Scars
My lady has scars all over and inside
...they’re the beautifulness
that becomes her
Her scars are poetic enlightenment
…the deepest I’ve ever had the
pleasure of receiving,
And there’s not a day or night when
…I do not touch, breathe and kiss
them
they are pure and chronologically
..designed to show her dedication to
life
each fragrantly rises above hardships
…her scars are spectrums all on
their own
I’ve yet to meet them all, but will
..honour and shower them with my ...
My lady has scars all over and inside
...they’re the beautifulness
that becomes her
Her scars are poetic enlightenment
…the deepest I’ve ever had the
pleasure of receiving,
And there’s not a day or night when
…I do not touch, breathe and kiss
them
they are pure and chronologically
..designed to show her dedication to
life
each fragrantly rises above hardships
…her scars are spectrums all on
their own
I’ve yet to meet them all, but will
..honour and shower them with my ...
#love
#grief
#strength
#admiration
#respect
85 reads
Abracadabra
Poem Published
15th Oct 2021 7:35am
15th Oct 2021 7:35am
The Day Your Soulmate Dies
No flowers
he would have said
No fussing over me
Lose the hollow heart clichés
grinning like clowns
queuing their lines in your head
Don't be married forever
to shame or regret
failure and guilt flying hand in glove
with the clocks that burn your eyes
Get out and live
taste the first cold beer
on a dusty road
drink a virgin moon
peeping through clouds
feel the last cut of the saw
before the tree
comes crashing down
All of these and more
are what he wants for you
not empty...
he would have said
No fussing over me
Lose the hollow heart clichés
grinning like clowns
queuing their lines in your head
Don't be married forever
to shame or regret
failure and guilt flying hand in glove
with the clocks that burn your eyes
Get out and live
taste the first cold beer
on a dusty road
drink a virgin moon
peeping through clouds
feel the last cut of the saw
before the tree
comes crashing down
All of these and more
are what he wants for you
not empty...
#sadness
#love
#grief
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ParadoxZero
Poem Published
13th Oct 2021 6:07am
13th Oct 2021 6:07am
18 Years
October, 2021.
Three months ago marked half way
How does 18 years make up for an entire life wasted? My boy was fresh 19, but his freedom was barely tasted. It’s like a book was written, and a tyrant erased it. I wish I was there to hit save, or at least, copy and paste it. 9 years down, and I feel like justice hasn’t even been faced yet.
WHAT THE FUCK?
How broken it must be; to let him go free? Charged with murder in the 2nd degree. 9 years gone by, and my brother is still 19.
Three months ago marked half way
How does 18 years make up for an entire life wasted? My boy was fresh 19, but his freedom was barely tasted. It’s like a book was written, and a tyrant erased it. I wish I was there to hit save, or at least, copy and paste it. 9 years down, and I feel like justice hasn’t even been faced yet.
WHAT THE FUCK?
How broken it must be; to let him go free? Charged with murder in the 2nd degree. 9 years gone by, and my brother is still 19.
#sadness
#anger
#grief
#frustration
#confusion
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Bluevelvete
Poem Published
12th Oct 2021 12:07pm
12th Oct 2021 12:07pm
all that remains
Tear trail residue
sadly lingers
as proof
that the pain— was real
sadly lingers
as proof
that the pain— was real
#grief
#heartbroken
#minimalist
#hurt
#NoPoo
103 reads
20 Comments
Bon_Mot
Poem Published
12th Oct 2021 10:32am
12th Oct 2021 10:32am
a new memory of an old memory/ a memorial.
She cannot be written.
maybe it’s because i haven’t got the heart
(or maybe it’s because I have.)
she was fuchsia and fireworks,
she was asterisks and ampersands.
we were paired, pure and poemical,
we were spooned love in all ways
for always.
i would give everything I will ever have
to be everything we might have been.
i still owe her;
she still “oh’s” me.
tedefroberts©2021
maybe it’s because i haven’t got the heart
(or maybe it’s because I have.)
she was fuchsia and fireworks,
she was asterisks and ampersands.
we were paired, pure and poemical,
we were spooned love in all ways
for always.
i would give everything I will ever have
to be everything we might have been.
i still owe her;
she still “oh’s” me.
tedefroberts©2021
#love
#grief
#heartbroken
53 reads
4 Comments
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