scalesofascorpion
Poem Published
31st Jan 2025 6:12am
31st Jan 2025 6:12am
It’s a bit dramatic, innit?
Could it be twin flame
Diagnosis: insane
I’m unfit for this game
Mediocre chair
Floor laid in shorn off hair
I left a candle there
Eyes stare into mirrors
Judging his reflection
Swallowing the darkness inside
Rising for the masses
Kneeling upon ovation
But who catches the tears that he cries?
My darkened skies hold lullabies
Sung from a tongue that isn’t mine
It’s a tragedy, but I’ll survive
Diagnosis: insane
I’m unfit for this game
Mediocre chair
Floor laid in shorn off hair
I left a candle there
Eyes stare into mirrors
Judging his reflection
Swallowing the darkness inside
Rising for the masses
Kneeling upon ovation
But who catches the tears that he cries?
My darkened skies hold lullabies
Sung from a tongue that isn’t mine
It’s a tragedy, but I’ll survive
#admiration
#grief
#SelfReflection
#shame
#TimeHeals
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theyrejustwords
Poem Published
30th Jan 2025 11:05pm
30th Jan 2025 11:05pm
True story
I had a dream
you lined a container with strips of your grief
And every so often lifted a piece
or five
to your mouth and you chewed
The way you'd chew fatty bits of steak or the stringy aftermath of celery
Gnawing until your jaw tires
wondering whether you’d choke if you swallowed
In the dream you kissed me
and tongue-twisted a lump into my mouth
and as I gnawed you walked away
you lined a container with strips of your grief
And every so often lifted a piece
or five
to your mouth and you chewed
The way you'd chew fatty bits of steak or the stringy aftermath of celery
Gnawing until your jaw tires
wondering whether you’d choke if you swallowed
In the dream you kissed me
and tongue-twisted a lump into my mouth
and as I gnawed you walked away
#dreams
#emotions
#grief #love
#grief #love
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bbch0n
Poem Published
28th Jan 2025 12:29pm
28th Jan 2025 12:29pm
Pair of socks
As I sit here in front of you tonight
I wonder why you left without saying goodbye
Wondering how fast
In a blink of an eye, you’re gone.
There are so many things
I want to share with you
So many words
Left unsaid.
Rest now my lovely sister
I wish in heaven
There’s plenty of chocolates,
And unlimited cakes.
Coz I know
How much
You are
Addicted to sweets.
Don’t worry about us
Don’t worry about Mama and Paps
Don’t worry…
We are very much ok.
You’ll always be ...
I wonder why you left without saying goodbye
Wondering how fast
In a blink of an eye, you’re gone.
There are so many things
I want to share with you
So many words
Left unsaid.
Rest now my lovely sister
I wish in heaven
There’s plenty of chocolates,
And unlimited cakes.
Coz I know
How much
You are
Addicted to sweets.
Don’t worry about us
Don’t worry about Mama and Paps
Don’t worry…
We are very much ok.
You’ll always be ...
#death
#grief
#memorial
#memories
#sister
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Da_kwesta
Poem Published
28th Jan 2025 9:43am
28th Jan 2025 9:43am
Rotting Brothers in the Congo Jungle
They sent our brothers into a war
not ours to fight, not ours to win,
into a jungle that whispers screams
where shadows swallow names.
A place where the earth drinks blood,
the soil too tired to weep anymore,
and the trees grow twisted with grief,
branches like arms that can’t hold them.
Mothers’ prayers travel miles,
but the wind is cruel—it drops them
in the dust of forgotten roads,
never reaching their sons’ ears.
Their bodies lie in a foreign tongue,
their bones writing poetry the world won’t read. ...
not ours to fight, not ours to win,
into a jungle that whispers screams
where shadows swallow names.
A place where the earth drinks blood,
the soil too tired to weep anymore,
and the trees grow twisted with grief,
branches like arms that can’t hold them.
Mothers’ prayers travel miles,
but the wind is cruel—it drops them
in the dust of forgotten roads,
never reaching their sons’ ears.
Their bodies lie in a foreign tongue,
their bones writing poetry the world won’t read. ...
#anger
#anxiety
#apathy
#grief
#heartbroken
63 reads
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chihiro_angel
geeeeel.crp
geeeeel.crp
Poem Published
27th Jan 2025 3:02am
27th Jan 2025 3:02am
Certain Exile
No one truly knows the weight of certainty,
The kind that whispers you don’t belong anywhere.
Not just the ache of feeling out of place,
But the cold, sharp truth of knowing it.
Familiar faces do not bring comfort,
Only the reminder that you are somewhere you do not fit.
The streets you grew up walking feel like strangers.
Each turn offers nothing but emptiness,
A longing for something you cannot name,
Something you are certain does not exist.
It is not just voices that drift past,
They are languages you...
The kind that whispers you don’t belong anywhere.
Not just the ache of feeling out of place,
But the cold, sharp truth of knowing it.
Familiar faces do not bring comfort,
Only the reminder that you are somewhere you do not fit.
The streets you grew up walking feel like strangers.
Each turn offers nothing but emptiness,
A longing for something you cannot name,
Something you are certain does not exist.
It is not just voices that drift past,
They are languages you...
#confusion
#disappointment
#grief
46 reads
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Da_kwesta
Poem Published
26th Jan 2025 6:35am
26th Jan 2025 6:35am
The Crime of Words
If ink becomes illegal,
if words are chained and burned in the square—
what then of us, the lunatics with pens?
Would we bite the tips of our tongues
and bleed verses into our mouths,
spitting sonnets in shadows
where no ear dares linger?
Would we smuggle metaphors
in the seams of our jackets,
carve haikus into bathroom stalls
with the jagged edges of broken stars?
Would we gather under moonlight—
a cult of mad scribes,
pounding out our madness on rocks
until they crack open like truth?
They will call us...
if words are chained and burned in the square—
what then of us, the lunatics with pens?
Would we bite the tips of our tongues
and bleed verses into our mouths,
spitting sonnets in shadows
where no ear dares linger?
Would we smuggle metaphors
in the seams of our jackets,
carve haikus into bathroom stalls
with the jagged edges of broken stars?
Would we gather under moonlight—
a cult of mad scribes,
pounding out our madness on rocks
until they crack open like truth?
They will call us...
#grief
#heartbroken
#philosophical #politics
#philosophical #politics
56 reads
2 Comments
moony_
Poem Published
26th Jan 2025 5:20am
26th Jan 2025 5:20am
Grief For A Living Being
I wish
Someone would just knock me out
I can’t stop thinking
I want to stop thinking
Please
Get rid of it all.
Someone would just knock me out
I can’t stop thinking
I want to stop thinking
Please
Get rid of it all.
#grief
#sadness
40 reads
1 Comment
Johnny_Silver
Poem Published
25th Jan 2025 11:32pm
25th Jan 2025 11:32pm
Life Moves On
I remember a day
So very long ago
When I'd play in the garden
Chasing ladybugs in summer
There was beauty in the simplicity
The sunny days of 2000-something
When age was a single number
And I was still in one piece
This world will change you
It'll darken your innocent soul
Draining your heart
As things fall apart
We'd all love to stay in those good old days
But life moves on
Do you remember
So very long ago
When we could play make-believe
Our imagination limitless
It's funny...
So very long ago
When I'd play in the garden
Chasing ladybugs in summer
There was beauty in the simplicity
The sunny days of 2000-something
When age was a single number
And I was still in one piece
This world will change you
It'll darken your innocent soul
Draining your heart
As things fall apart
We'd all love to stay in those good old days
But life moves on
Do you remember
So very long ago
When we could play make-believe
Our imagination limitless
It's funny...
#childhood
#depression
#grief #memories
#grief #memories
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Nvmb
Poem Published
25th Jan 2025 5:41pm
25th Jan 2025 5:41pm
I Saw You In My Dreams Last Night...
I SAW YOU IN MY DREAMS AGAIN FOR THE FIRST TIME IN SO MANY MONTHS, AND NOW I'M RIGHT BACK WHERE I WAS
THE NIGHT THAT YOU BROKE EVERY TEENAGE VOW WE MADE
THE NIGHT THAT KILLED THE BOY THAT YOU ONCE CLAIMED TO LOVE
THE NIGHT THAT SAW ME RELAPSE ON EVERYTHING I COULD GET MY SHAKING HANDS ON,
THE NIGHT THAT SAW THOSE SAME HANDS END UP COVERED AND CRUSTED IN MY OWN FUCKING BLOOD..
I SAW YOU IN MY DREAMS AGAIN.. AND IT'S BROUGHT ME BACK TO TEARS BECAUSE EVEN THOUGH I KNOW THAT IT WAS ALL JUST IN MY HEAD,
EVERY SECOND FELT SO REAL
I SWEAR TO GXD MY TOUCHSTARVED...
THE NIGHT THAT YOU BROKE EVERY TEENAGE VOW WE MADE
THE NIGHT THAT KILLED THE BOY THAT YOU ONCE CLAIMED TO LOVE
THE NIGHT THAT SAW ME RELAPSE ON EVERYTHING I COULD GET MY SHAKING HANDS ON,
THE NIGHT THAT SAW THOSE SAME HANDS END UP COVERED AND CRUSTED IN MY OWN FUCKING BLOOD..
I SAW YOU IN MY DREAMS AGAIN.. AND IT'S BROUGHT ME BACK TO TEARS BECAUSE EVEN THOUGH I KNOW THAT IT WAS ALL JUST IN MY HEAD,
EVERY SECOND FELT SO REAL
I SWEAR TO GXD MY TOUCHSTARVED...
#anger
#emptiness
#grief
#heartbroken
#loneliness
52 reads
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NoQuarter
Poem Published
21st Jan 2025 10:46pm
21st Jan 2025 10:46pm
New Mask
Tired of hearing this shit,
all the noises in my head.
All the arguments, all the lies,
finding your hidden messages
from extended family, looking to give you pity
for those made up stories.
Your shadow has been casting much too much
shade at me lately.
The behind the backs,
the "its me -not you,"
new slutty friends handing out i owe you's.
All the quietness, things left unsaid,
the few hours of sleep a week that keep me feeling dead.
I'm hungry, but not because I...
all the noises in my head.
All the arguments, all the lies,
finding your hidden messages
from extended family, looking to give you pity
for those made up stories.
Your shadow has been casting much too much
shade at me lately.
The behind the backs,
the "its me -not you,"
new slutty friends handing out i owe you's.
All the quietness, things left unsaid,
the few hours of sleep a week that keep me feeling dead.
I'm hungry, but not because I...
#grief
#relationships
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Ash_233
Poem Published
21st Jan 2025 5:02pm
21st Jan 2025 5:02pm
Silent Conversations
Sometimes I wonder why God kept me here instead of you.
I’ve built a life I never imagined I could, and still, there are those nights.
Nights I sit with the shadow of your absence and wonder why.
Why do I get to laugh when your voice has gone silent?
Why does happiness feel like a betrayal when I still miss you?
Have I earned this second chance, or is that even how it works?
Is my joy the proof I’m moving forward, or the reminder that I left you behind?
They say we’re kept here for a reason, but I wonder if I’ll ever know mine.
Is it...
I’ve built a life I never imagined I could, and still, there are those nights.
Nights I sit with the shadow of your absence and wonder why.
Why do I get to laugh when your voice has gone silent?
Why does happiness feel like a betrayal when I still miss you?
Have I earned this second chance, or is that even how it works?
Is my joy the proof I’m moving forward, or the reminder that I left you behind?
They say we’re kept here for a reason, but I wonder if I’ll ever know mine.
Is it...
#bittersweet
#grief
#IMissYou
#love
#meditation
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Brittney-Lynn-517
Poem Published
21st Jan 2025 3:23am
21st Jan 2025 3:23am
Mama didn't live to see 2023
My mama didn't live to see the year 2023. She was a Montana girl from the mountains, you see. For fun she would shoot her guns, or take a motorcycle ride on the mountain side. Camping and drinking. Floating and drinking. Drinking and drinking. One time she went sky diving. She loved her 80's rock and Shinia Twain would always play on our way to the lake for the day.
The peices of her left behind torn apart by vultures standing by keeping a close eye on all those treasures left behind. Hoarding the memories of times gone by.
The peices of her left behind torn apart by vultures standing by keeping a close eye on all those treasures left behind. Hoarding the memories of times gone by.
#grief
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