oskar
Poem Published
5th Mar 2025 9:58am
5th Mar 2025 9:58am
the worst cure
The worst of cures
He had bought a flat in a new apartment bloc still not ready for the buyers, but since it was Sunday, he drove to the building to have a look risky surgery and worried he might live long enough to move into his new home in time
A lift had been installed took it up to the seventh floor, flat looked roomy although it had no floor or windows there was a terrace without railing on the terrace he took in the view, could see the bay and the ocean, the sun warmed his face
Suddenly, he burped, had a blob of something foul in his mouth which spat out in...
He had bought a flat in a new apartment bloc still not ready for the buyers, but since it was Sunday, he drove to the building to have a look risky surgery and worried he might live long enough to move into his new home in time
A lift had been installed took it up to the seventh floor, flat looked roomy although it had no floor or windows there was a terrace without railing on the terrace he took in the view, could see the bay and the ocean, the sun warmed his face
Suddenly, he burped, had a blob of something foul in his mouth which spat out in...
#emptiness
#fear
#frustration
#greed
#grief
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Her
Poem Published
5th Mar 2025 5:20am
5th Mar 2025 5:20am
The Silence of Regret
My pain learned not to forget
Even though I have
I’ve stumbled
I’ve fallen
All my bruises are deep-rooted in despair
What will become of me?
Every expectation
Has become an exercise in futility
Nihility
Will I become a victim of obscurity?
I don’t remember the sound of my own laughter
I look for her in corners and shadows
Her presence fading, unfelt
Exhaustion attempts to befriend me
Stealing precious moments
He’s been present for far too long
Torn between...
Even though I have
I’ve stumbled
I’ve fallen
All my bruises are deep-rooted in despair
What will become of me?
Every expectation
Has become an exercise in futility
Nihility
Will I become a victim of obscurity?
I don’t remember the sound of my own laughter
I look for her in corners and shadows
Her presence fading, unfelt
Exhaustion attempts to befriend me
Stealing precious moments
He’s been present for far too long
Torn between...
#despair
#grief
#PTSD
#regret
#lyrics
110 reads
19 Comments
Cursedvessel
Poem Published
2nd Mar 2025 1:52am
2nd Mar 2025 1:52am
Guilty bitterness
I'm supposed to be angry with you
At least that's what everyone says
Maybe i hold you in a light
Whilst sulking in the dark
How can I be angry
When it was my mistake?
I'm supposed to be angry for me
Constantly being reminded
That what you declared was cruel
But i can't help the pedestal
That i hold for you in spite
Of what you said
I make excuses for you
Create poems and art of you
Understanding why you spoke
Those ruthless words of fault
And accept the blame
With my...
At least that's what everyone says
Maybe i hold you in a light
Whilst sulking in the dark
How can I be angry
When it was my mistake?
I'm supposed to be angry for me
Constantly being reminded
That what you declared was cruel
But i can't help the pedestal
That i hold for you in spite
Of what you said
I make excuses for you
Create poems and art of you
Understanding why you spoke
Those ruthless words of fault
And accept the blame
With my...
#anger
#depression
#grief
#hurt
#suicide
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Numer90
Numer0-un0
Numer0-un0
Poem Published
27th Feb 2025 8:57pm
27th Feb 2025 8:57pm
A Product Of Mind Boggling Rarity
Artful
Brainy and crafty
A person with a psychopathic personality
Though with a full sense of moral responsibility
A product of mind boggling rarity
Coldly and bluntly, letting you know that I've committed so many atrocities
Living for decade in disguise in a sorority
Who at school cannot solve the math problems of inequalities?
On the brink of insanity
Living in a hidden agony
Standing tall alone on a battlefield
Everywhere I turn piles of dead bodies
Bleeding from my injuries ...
Brainy and crafty
A person with a psychopathic personality
Though with a full sense of moral responsibility
A product of mind boggling rarity
Coldly and bluntly, letting you know that I've committed so many atrocities
Living for decade in disguise in a sorority
Who at school cannot solve the math problems of inequalities?
On the brink of insanity
Living in a hidden agony
Standing tall alone on a battlefield
Everywhere I turn piles of dead bodies
Bleeding from my injuries ...
#dark
#grief
#heartbroken #sadness
#heartbroken #sadness
75 reads
2 Comments
Nvmb
Poem Published
27th Feb 2025 6:07pm
27th Feb 2025 6:07pm
Shattered Glass Communion
Under dim neon halos,
you bloom like a hymn unsung—
fingers tracing wounds beneath silk night.
Your breath—
a slow confession against my throat,
fragile as static in the dying glow.
We fracture in rhythm,
whispers stitched in digital decay—
soft limbs bound to echoes,
pale prayers lost in smoked-out sanctuaries.
I wear your name like venom on the tongue,
a sacrament of ache and surrender.
You carved me open—
left the altar empty—
but still,
I kneel.
you bloom like a hymn unsung—
fingers tracing wounds beneath silk night.
Your breath—
a slow confession against my throat,
fragile as static in the dying glow.
We fracture in rhythm,
whispers stitched in digital decay—
soft limbs bound to echoes,
pale prayers lost in smoked-out sanctuaries.
I wear your name like venom on the tongue,
a sacrament of ache and surrender.
You carved me open—
left the altar empty—
but still,
I kneel.
#dark
#emptiness
#fear
#grief
#loneliness
84 reads
2 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
25th Feb 2025 12:34pm
25th Feb 2025 12:34pm
human versus pre-human
Human versus pre-human
Are humans born with a soul? I don’t know but I think a newborn child has yet to acquire a soul A newborn absorbs everything it sees, including colors and voices, the way it is lifted up given a bath hugged, and song too, absorbed into the new memory bank and stored The child is not aware of this, but it is the building block to acquire a soul that can rudimentarily think, hence a soul that learns right from wrong now, if an AI figure is fed information like this does it, acquire a soul that has moral knowledge? If this is true, the ramifications are...
Are humans born with a soul? I don’t know but I think a newborn child has yet to acquire a soul A newborn absorbs everything it sees, including colors and voices, the way it is lifted up given a bath hugged, and song too, absorbed into the new memory bank and stored The child is not aware of this, but it is the building block to acquire a soul that can rudimentarily think, hence a soul that learns right from wrong now, if an AI figure is fed information like this does it, acquire a soul that has moral knowledge? If this is true, the ramifications are...
#anxiety
#dark
#grief
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Da_kwesta
Poem Published
24th Feb 2025 10:55pm
24th Feb 2025 10:55pm
The One I Let Go
She was a quiet kind of beautiful,
the kind that sneaks up on you,
like when you finally clean your room and realize
damn, this place had windows the whole time.
She would change her hair, her clothes,
her laugh, her favorite shade of lipstick,
spinning like a broken Rubik’s cube,
hoping one day I’d figure her out.
But I was too busy looking past her,
searching for something I already had,
too scared to hold it, too dumb to say it.
I loved her—God, I did—
but love sat in my throat like an unpaid bill,
like a...
the kind that sneaks up on you,
like when you finally clean your room and realize
damn, this place had windows the whole time.
She would change her hair, her clothes,
her laugh, her favorite shade of lipstick,
spinning like a broken Rubik’s cube,
hoping one day I’d figure her out.
But I was too busy looking past her,
searching for something I already had,
too scared to hold it, too dumb to say it.
I loved her—God, I did—
but love sat in my throat like an unpaid bill,
like a...
#disappointment
#emotions
#grief #love
#grief #love
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Metropolis
Poem Published
24th Feb 2025 7:50pm
24th Feb 2025 7:50pm
Monarch
Her footprints marked
the dried mud that morning.
Each depression resembled
fossils created before death.
When we were young,
I remember she caught a frog under a log,
held him for a while in
her cupped hands,
then stooped down in the grass as
we watched him leap away.
We communicated some nights with
flashlights from
our bedroom windows.
And one day, she started to climb
up the water tower, saying jokingly
she was a butterfly, before I coaxed...
the dried mud that morning.
Each depression resembled
fossils created before death.
When we were young,
I remember she caught a frog under a log,
held him for a while in
her cupped hands,
then stooped down in the grass as
we watched him leap away.
We communicated some nights with
flashlights from
our bedroom windows.
And one day, she started to climb
up the water tower, saying jokingly
she was a butterfly, before I coaxed...
#grief
#heartbroken
64 reads
2 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
24th Feb 2025 7:39pm
24th Feb 2025 7:39pm
Secrets - The Night He Fled
Late on Sunday night, I fix a mug of coffee and update the secret journal. I'm not a psychologist. I don't know why people block out memories or reinvent them or conveniently stash them away in the hope of forgetting, but I've been remembering more stuff this evening – stuff to do with Gordon as a boy and an incident on the estate that caused tension between his parents and mine. Meeting up with Gordon again has somehow touched on this other stuff.
New Entry:
I'm not sure when the event in question occurred, perhaps a year before the murder, but definitely in the middle of a...
New Entry:
I'm not sure when the event in question occurred, perhaps a year before the murder, but definitely in the middle of a...
#family
#friendship
#grief
#memories
#mystery
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Her
Poem Published
22nd Feb 2025 5:49am
22nd Feb 2025 5:49am
The Fallacy of Memory Smells Sweet
#anger
#dark
#grief
#PTSD
#suffering
77 reads
7 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
21st Feb 2025 8:18am
21st Feb 2025 8:18am
love is being cremated with a joint
Out of sight
out of mind
but you're not gone
you're not gone
I missed your birthday again
bypassed your anniversary
and pretended like it didn't bother me
that I forgot
that I keep forgetting
The years pass
and I think about you less and less
but you're always with me
in every curl of weed smoke
I inhale into my lungs
on the days I need to get
a little bit bent
You're in the failure of my micro garden
that will never look like vegie patch
you laboured over with so much...
out of mind
but you're not gone
you're not gone
I missed your birthday again
bypassed your anniversary
and pretended like it didn't bother me
that I forgot
that I keep forgetting
The years pass
and I think about you less and less
but you're always with me
in every curl of weed smoke
I inhale into my lungs
on the days I need to get
a little bit bent
You're in the failure of my micro garden
that will never look like vegie patch
you laboured over with so much...
#death
#grief
#love #memories
#love #memories
83 reads
3 Comments
Lozzamus
Poem Published
17th Feb 2025 10:07pm
17th Feb 2025 10:07pm
Secrets - The Lost Friend
They say I muttered two words when I got back to the estate car park on the Bank Holiday Monday: Vince Macarthur.
I'd arrived without my most prized possession: my bike. You hadn't returned at all. And I'd lied, hadn't I? Told your mum we were going to the local park but sneaked off to Whaley Hill. Everyone was worried because they knew I wouldn't have left my bike on Whaley Hill or abandoned you.
They say your mum became hysterical, especially when she realised I'd lied. Neighbours drove to Whaley Hill, but friends prevented your mum from going. It's a good job they...
I'd arrived without my most prized possession: my bike. You hadn't returned at all. And I'd lied, hadn't I? Told your mum we were going to the local park but sneaked off to Whaley Hill. Everyone was worried because they knew I wouldn't have left my bike on Whaley Hill or abandoned you.
They say your mum became hysterical, especially when she realised I'd lied. Neighbours drove to Whaley Hill, but friends prevented your mum from going. It's a good job they...
#BestFriend
#death
#grief #mystery
#grief #mystery
50 reads
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