Kaden_Malis
Kaden Malis
Kaden Malis
Poem Published
Yesterday 2:54am
Yesterday 2:54am
Betrayed
You buried me with your silence
Broken bonds and trampled trust
I took the bait and fell into the trap
Of your luring seductive eyes of lust
Scars scrape across my heart
Blind to your bidding from the start
Now I'm delusional and dead
To a world as empty as my cold bed
Broken bonds and trampled trust
I took the bait and fell into the trap
Of your luring seductive eyes of lust
Scars scrape across my heart
Blind to your bidding from the start
Now I'm delusional and dead
To a world as empty as my cold bed
#betrayal
#despair
#heartbroken
#regret
#rejection
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Kaden_Malis
Kaden Malis
Kaden Malis
Poem Published
Yesterday 00:12am
Yesterday 00:12am
Faded flames
Faded flames haunt my memories
A summer rain that brings reprieve
From the scorching earth heat
Yet their stay never lingers
Only the cool comfort
Of that beautiful time and place
When soundtrack sounds surround
Whisking and wishing us
To new and untouched lands
And the secret of knowing
In that moment
Nothing else mattered, but us
A summer rain that brings reprieve
From the scorching earth heat
Yet their stay never lingers
Only the cool comfort
Of that beautiful time and place
When soundtrack sounds surround
Whisking and wishing us
To new and untouched lands
And the secret of knowing
In that moment
Nothing else mattered, but us
#bittersweet
#heartbroken
#memories
#nostalgia
#regret
27 reads
2 Comments
tasia_arlene
Tasia Arlene
Tasia Arlene
Poem Published
8th Feb 2025 3:44am
8th Feb 2025 3:44am
*Vulnerable*
I struggle to write love poems
It’s easier to rip out my heart and show you how it bleeds
Gripped and dripping down impulsively tattooed arms and dampened sleeves
Staining the shirts of those who are never coming back
But wearing occasionally just to breathe their scent
One last time..
Before washing them in grey and faded memories
It feels dull
And emptiness starts to fill the skull
Biting down on chapped lips in a room of unfamiliar faces
Hoping one of them emanates a purple hue ...
It’s easier to rip out my heart and show you how it bleeds
Gripped and dripping down impulsively tattooed arms and dampened sleeves
Staining the shirts of those who are never coming back
But wearing occasionally just to breathe their scent
One last time..
Before washing them in grey and faded memories
It feels dull
And emptiness starts to fill the skull
Biting down on chapped lips in a room of unfamiliar faces
Hoping one of them emanates a purple hue ...
#heartbroken
#love
#memories
#SelfReflection
#vulnerability
60 reads
2 Comments
DarkPopPrincess
Poem Published
6th Feb 2025 9:06pm
6th Feb 2025 9:06pm
Grieving
Grieving on how my story was always too dark to be told. That when I told it, I'd either get censored, be told I'm too triggering, or be looked at with those pitiful eyes. I get that not everyone will do this, but it happens enough times to where it's saddening.
I'm alone often for this reason. I don't want to talk because it takes up too much energy to do so. Which is why I've ignored talking on YouTube for months and months. The expectation to do it perfectly makes me wanna drop dead. Other people's expectations scare me. I must do it solely for me. But still I absorb people's...
I'm alone often for this reason. I don't want to talk because it takes up too much energy to do so. Which is why I've ignored talking on YouTube for months and months. The expectation to do it perfectly makes me wanna drop dead. Other people's expectations scare me. I must do it solely for me. But still I absorb people's...
#bittersweet
#grief
#heartbroken
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PerfumeandTaffy
Poem Published
4th Feb 2025 5:44am
4th Feb 2025 5:44am
750 Pounds of Dirt
These poems
About you
They’re a face in the crowd
Thoughts I allowed
Though you’re dead now
And somehow I live on.
Every poem about you
Ends in dissolution
Revelation
Devastation
And yet I stayed
Until they sealed
Your sea blue eyes
Into a wooden coffin
You looking like a plastic puppet
Just a mask of makeup and lip tint.
And now you lay
Half decayed
Half flesh, but rotting
(that image destroys me)
You’re still a heartbeat
Inside me
Though the bruises have...
About you
They’re a face in the crowd
Thoughts I allowed
Though you’re dead now
And somehow I live on.
Every poem about you
Ends in dissolution
Revelation
Devastation
And yet I stayed
Until they sealed
Your sea blue eyes
Into a wooden coffin
You looking like a plastic puppet
Just a mask of makeup and lip tint.
And now you lay
Half decayed
Half flesh, but rotting
(that image destroys me)
You’re still a heartbeat
Inside me
Though the bruises have...
#abuse
#death
#forgiveness
#graveyard
#heartbroken
73 reads
1 Comment
Jade72
Poem Published
31st Jan 2025 4:35pm
31st Jan 2025 4:35pm
Healing
Healing is such a complicated journey as no human being is given the same hand of cards to play in the game of life.
I always thought that with time, the wounds from a perticular breakup, would hurt less and the blood would dissipate in a vague memory tucked in its own understanding of the traces it left behind.
I never came to terms with why that specific relationship, affected my soul in such a powerful manner. The colors were brighter with him and the melody euphonious. Aromas of life exhilirated my spirit, whenever he was around.
I don't think he truly...
I always thought that with time, the wounds from a perticular breakup, would hurt less and the blood would dissipate in a vague memory tucked in its own understanding of the traces it left behind.
I never came to terms with why that specific relationship, affected my soul in such a powerful manner. The colors were brighter with him and the melody euphonious. Aromas of life exhilirated my spirit, whenever he was around.
I don't think he truly...
#breakup
#healing
#heartbroken
#love
#relationships
106 reads
4 Comments
dimpy
dimpsmoon
dimpsmoon
Poem Published
31st Jan 2025 6:15am
31st Jan 2025 6:15am
crowstone
diving into the whirlpool of love
i reached a fake fairyland where the cuckoo hypnotized me
the shiny origami ducks of magenta pecked my tender heart with intensity
lucid dreams, moist as porcelain, pricked me with needles
the butterflies tied my hands and dragged me into a blackhole...
i reached a fake fairyland where the cuckoo hypnotized me
the shiny origami ducks of magenta pecked my tender heart with intensity
lucid dreams, moist as porcelain, pricked me with needles
the butterflies tied my hands and dragged me into a blackhole...
#heartbroken
101 reads
7 Comments
tasia_arlene
Tasia Arlene
Tasia Arlene
Poem Published
29th Jan 2025 8:10pm
29th Jan 2025 8:10pm
Cinnamon
You forgot to call me beautiful, again
It’s a slow burn
But what’s new
So absorbed in her, you forgot to notice me
In the dress I bought for you, again
That should be lying on the floor
Begging for anything, just more
A touch of affection
Not a rise of reduction
Maybe direction
Only destruction
Taking everything from my soul
Give me never enough just to let me be whole
Maybe just enough to stick around
Excuses wilting all the roses
That I found
That lie in the sink and I pick apart
When I...
It’s a slow burn
But what’s new
So absorbed in her, you forgot to notice me
In the dress I bought for you, again
That should be lying on the floor
Begging for anything, just more
A touch of affection
Not a rise of reduction
Maybe direction
Only destruction
Taking everything from my soul
Give me never enough just to let me be whole
Maybe just enough to stick around
Excuses wilting all the roses
That I found
That lie in the sink and I pick apart
When I...
#emotions
#heartbroken
#hurt
#relationships
#sadness
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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
67 reads
4 Comments
StarlaMaris
Starla Maris
Starla Maris
Poem Published
26th Jan 2025 12:37pm
26th Jan 2025 12:37pm
Things I’ll never tell
Love used to be a dream
Where everyone was as they seem
And when temptation came to call
They would never risk it all
Where they’d always be on your team
When one is down the other catches the tears that stream
But then came the first sting
It was nothing just a fling
Then the next and on we go
Rejected females sending me blow after blow
Till my self esteem is as shattered as my heart
Wondering why I’m not enough from the start
Knowing that I am worth more
But his cruel words leave me on the floor
Loving him but hating...
Where everyone was as they seem
And when temptation came to call
They would never risk it all
Where they’d always be on your team
When one is down the other catches the tears that stream
But then came the first sting
It was nothing just a fling
Then the next and on we go
Rejected females sending me blow after blow
Till my self esteem is as shattered as my heart
Wondering why I’m not enough from the start
Knowing that I am worth more
But his cruel words leave me on the floor
Loving him but hating...
#betrayal
#heartbroken
#love
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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
79 reads
2 Comments
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
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