Mars_August
Mars August
Mars August
Poem Published
12th Jan 2025 1:39am
12th Jan 2025 1:39am
This Is A Sad Poem
The first time I tried to kill myself I had dumped half of the contents of a Mr.Bubbles bottle into the tub, making an iridescent and bubble gum scented grave for myself.
I dunked my head underwater for the next hour or so and continuously tried to drown to no avail.
I couldn’t get past the annoying survival instinct to come up for air when I started to panic.
I tell my therapist this as though I was telling her about dressing my dolls or playing a game with my cousins. She furrows her brow and frowns the way people do when they don’t get my dead parent jokes. I...
I dunked my head underwater for the next hour or so and continuously tried to drown to no avail.
I couldn’t get past the annoying survival instinct to come up for air when I started to panic.
I tell my therapist this as though I was telling her about dressing my dolls or playing a game with my cousins. She furrows her brow and frowns the way people do when they don’t get my dead parent jokes. I...
#death
#grief
#hope #sadness
#hope #sadness
126 reads
4 Comments
Carpe_Noctem
Poem Published
11th Jan 2025 6:12am
11th Jan 2025 6:12am
All the tracks where concealed
listen to the snow
lay naked in the fields white purity
all this suffering
contrasted within individual beauty
grief washed away
primrose to the springs thaw
lay naked in the fields white purity
all this suffering
contrasted within individual beauty
grief washed away
primrose to the springs thaw
#grief
#healing
#MentalHealth
70 reads
5 Comments
poet5678
CHUCKLES 123
CHUCKLES 123
Poem Published
9th Jan 2025 7:07pm
9th Jan 2025 7:07pm
I love you Lord
I love you Lord
For have made
Me the man
I am
You made into
A disabled man
Also I am happy
Being a disabled man
Yes Lord
I am already used
To that
Also father you gave
Me feelings
When you made me
Yes I write my feelings
Down
On my computer
For have made
Me the man
I am
You made into
A disabled man
Also I am happy
Being a disabled man
Yes Lord
I am already used
To that
Also father you gave
Me feelings
When you made me
Yes I write my feelings
Down
On my computer
#bittersweet
#confusion
#dark
#grief
#loneliness
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
9th Jan 2025 12:22pm
9th Jan 2025 12:22pm
Grief Stricken
Nothing left to be said
Words no longer have meaning
They have outran their purpose
There will be nothing left but silence
A silence that shall remain forever
No feelings left whatsoever
I will drown in my chosen solitude
Courtesy of my simplistic existence
Light no longer exists in my world
Darkness is all I now live for
Unknown path, am I heading towards something?
Or will I forever drift into an eternity of nothing?
Words no longer have meaning
They have outran their purpose
There will be nothing left but silence
A silence that shall remain forever
No feelings left whatsoever
I will drown in my chosen solitude
Courtesy of my simplistic existence
Light no longer exists in my world
Darkness is all I now live for
Unknown path, am I heading towards something?
Or will I forever drift into an eternity of nothing?
#dark
#grief
#hurt
#sadness
#spiritual
88 reads
11 Comments
StillisinInk
Poem Published
9th Jan 2025 9:48am
9th Jan 2025 9:48am
Buried freedom and Expectations.
Through the dumped imposition of expectation,
we stare at each other.
No words needed to slip into each other’s minds.
Is it finally getting us?
Maybe the Herculean Task wasn’t a good idea.
All those promises and wishes I made
to keep you safe —
shattering in front of my eyes.
And even after giving my best,
it’s futile.
Why is there no freedom for us,
if that’s the only thing we want?
Should I give in?
Will you give in?
Fight, flight, fallen —
I see no end.
Do you have some hope left?
I...
we stare at each other.
No words needed to slip into each other’s minds.
Is it finally getting us?
Maybe the Herculean Task wasn’t a good idea.
All those promises and wishes I made
to keep you safe —
shattering in front of my eyes.
And even after giving my best,
it’s futile.
Why is there no freedom for us,
if that’s the only thing we want?
Should I give in?
Will you give in?
Fight, flight, fallen —
I see no end.
Do you have some hope left?
I...
#anger
#disappointment
#FeelingTrapped
#grief
#sadness
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DamianDeadLove
Poem Published
9th Jan 2025 7:08am
9th Jan 2025 7:08am
Different Spin
Too many faces are only memories now
Not so clear anymore on all the stories
It seems time closed the door somehow
Running off the fumes of passing glories
Innocent witness being lead to slaughter
Blood laced misery saturates murky water
Silence eats slowly on words never said
Guilt suffocates happiness into despair
It’s been a life sentence inside this head
Unable to blink while sinister eyes stare
Defeated demons will often return again
Same blueprint hidden in a different spin
Copyright @ Damian...
Not so clear anymore on all the stories
It seems time closed the door somehow
Running off the fumes of passing glories
Innocent witness being lead to slaughter
Blood laced misery saturates murky water
Silence eats slowly on words never said
Guilt suffocates happiness into despair
It’s been a life sentence inside this head
Unable to blink while sinister eyes stare
Defeated demons will often return again
Same blueprint hidden in a different spin
Copyright @ Damian...
#grief
#philosophical
168 reads
24 Comments
poet5678
CHUCKLES 123
CHUCKLES 123
Poem Published
8th Jan 2025 12:40pm
8th Jan 2025 12:40pm
Never too late
Never too late
To make new
Friends in our
Lives
Because we
Just have
A few friends
And we want
To increase the number
Of friends
We are going
To take our
Time making new friends
Because we feel that
We should not rush
Making friends
Yes we need to
Chose our friends
And hope that
Our friends will accept
Us the way we are
We are choosing
The middle class
People to be our
Friends
And not the rich
People
Because they
Hate the middle
Class people
To make new
Friends in our
Lives
Because we
Just have
A few friends
And we want
To increase the number
Of friends
We are going
To take our
Time making new friends
Because we feel that
We should not rush
Making friends
Yes we need to
Chose our friends
And hope that
Our friends will accept
Us the way we are
We are choosing
The middle class
People to be our
Friends
And not the rich
People
Because they
Hate the middle
Class people
#boredom
#grief
#loneliness
#regret
#shame
42 reads
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Nil
Nolan
Nolan
Poem Published
31st Dec 2024 6:47pm
31st Dec 2024 6:47pm
Koan 8
Everything.
Seems so.
Pointless.
As though.
Nothing.
Improved.
Years spent.
Refining.
My writing.
For what?
Comments.
Live chats.
Everything.
Transitionary.
Liminal.
Passions.
Are what.
You can't stop.
Doing.
Even if you think it's futile.
Seems so.
Pointless.
As though.
Nothing.
Improved.
Years spent.
Refining.
My writing.
For what?
Comments.
Live chats.
Everything.
Transitionary.
Liminal.
Passions.
Are what.
You can't stop.
Doing.
Even if you think it's futile.
#grief
#regret
#sadness #shame
#sadness #shame
105 reads
2 Comments
Nil
Nolan
Nolan
Poem Published
30th Dec 2024 11:58pm
30th Dec 2024 11:58pm
Koan 8
Love was.
Something.
I used to.
Long.
For.
Now.
It's just.
A sentimental.
Performative.
Poorly done.
Art.
Piece.
Something.
I used to.
Long.
For.
Now.
It's just.
A sentimental.
Performative.
Poorly done.
Art.
Piece.
#denial
#grief
#regret #rejection
#regret #rejection
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Paulajobi
Paula Jobi
Paula Jobi
Poem Published
30th Dec 2024 6:08pm
30th Dec 2024 6:08pm
Back to Michigan
They say you can't go back...
cause it won't be the same...
be it a job, relationship or a hometown -
unless you return in a box...like my daddy.
The body of my father...a very big man
of 500 lbs...was transported by train...
across the state of Michigan from large city
back to his small town birthplace.
I don't know if the town had changed
in the years Dad had been gone...
as I had never been there before...
he had moved to a bigger city after Vietnam.
The funeral director named off others
with our...
cause it won't be the same...
be it a job, relationship or a hometown -
unless you return in a box...like my daddy.
The body of my father...a very big man
of 500 lbs...was transported by train...
across the state of Michigan from large city
back to his small town birthplace.
I don't know if the town had changed
in the years Dad had been gone...
as I had never been there before...
he had moved to a bigger city after Vietnam.
The funeral director named off others
with our...
#death
#father
#grief #memories
#grief #memories
50 reads
2 Comments
poet5678
CHUCKLES 123
CHUCKLES 123
Poem Published
29th Dec 2024 6:51pm
29th Dec 2024 6:51pm
Pretty eyes
She has
Pretty eyes
The color of the sea
Her eyes are green
Also her eyes shines in the sun
She is lucky to have green eyes
It was given to her by my father
AIso she has blond her
She is a gorgeous woman
That was made by my God
Also I am very happy for her
At night she is always sleeping like a log
Pretty eyes
The color of the sea
Her eyes are green
Also her eyes shines in the sun
She is lucky to have green eyes
It was given to her by my father
AIso she has blond her
She is a gorgeous woman
That was made by my God
Also I am very happy for her
At night she is always sleeping like a log
#dark
#denial
#despair
#grief
#shame
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Mstrmnd1923
Poem Published
29th Dec 2024 5:41pm
29th Dec 2024 5:41pm
Prince Charming
Sinderella staggered home after her assault
She was blamed and told its all her fault
When she told her sisters they seemed amused
They told her back to chores which she refused
She instead showered to wash the blood away
Then called the man she met earlier that day
Her prince charming seemed quite maddened
Hearing sobbing tears explaining what happened
"They dragged me to the back of the alley
They bruised my body and beat me badly
The three cops my body they raped
They spread my legs and punched my...
She was blamed and told its all her fault
When she told her sisters they seemed amused
They told her back to chores which she refused
She instead showered to wash the blood away
Then called the man she met earlier that day
Her prince charming seemed quite maddened
Hearing sobbing tears explaining what happened
"They dragged me to the back of the alley
They bruised my body and beat me badly
The three cops my body they raped
They spread my legs and punched my...
#emptiness
#grief
84 reads
2 Comments
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