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dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
6th Jun 2021 00:21am
6th Jun 2021 00:21am
melancholy by the thames
he wonders how many
have thrown themselves in at this very spot where he idly
sits, skimming stones ..
have thrown themselves in at this very spot where he idly
sits, skimming stones ..
#suicide
#river
#despair
426 reads
2 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
6th Jun 2021 00:21am
6th Jun 2021 00:21am
melancholy by the thames
he wonders how many
have thrown themselves in at this very spot where he idly
sits, skimming stones ..
have thrown themselves in at this very spot where he idly
sits, skimming stones ..
#suicide
#river
#despair
426 reads
2 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
6th Jun 2021 00:21am
6th Jun 2021 00:21am
melancholy by the thames
he wonders how many
have thrown themselves in at this very spot where he idly
sits, skimming stones ..
have thrown themselves in at this very spot where he idly
sits, skimming stones ..
#suicide
#river
#despair
426 reads
2 Comments
Pinkdreams
Poem Published
12th Feb 2025 00:26am
12th Feb 2025 00:26am
Precipice Trilogy
life is dangerous
when death is calling
and you chase yourself
to answer
death is dangerous
a seductive void
when life is giving you
too much something
Indecision
is one foot in the grave
oops, don't trip
when death is calling
and you chase yourself
to answer
death is dangerous
a seductive void
when life is giving you
too much something
Indecision
is one foot in the grave
oops, don't trip
#choices
#suicide
114 reads
8 Comments
Pinkdreams
Poem Published
12th Feb 2025 00:26am
12th Feb 2025 00:26am
Precipice Trilogy
life is dangerous
when death is calling
and you chase yourself
to answer
death is dangerous
a seductive void
when life is giving you
too much something
Indecision
is one foot in the grave
oops, don't trip
when death is calling
and you chase yourself
to answer
death is dangerous
a seductive void
when life is giving you
too much something
Indecision
is one foot in the grave
oops, don't trip
#choices
#suicide
114 reads
8 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
3rd Nov 2023 2:59am
3rd Nov 2023 2:59am
Threnody
The first of May was always for play
and not to ponder lost futures upon.
But now I'll think of souls in disarray
as well as spring fresh afternoons anon.
I wish the glory of the season
might transform itself somewhat, somehow,
into a surplus of hope and reason
which may uplift the downturned brow.
I'd sweep away all thoughts of worthlessness
and the frettings that fate will bring us thorns
instead of abundant mirthfulness,
and grace, amid cornucopian horns.
So when to sunshine the bleak skies give...
and not to ponder lost futures upon.
But now I'll think of souls in disarray
as well as spring fresh afternoons anon.
I wish the glory of the season
might transform itself somewhat, somehow,
into a surplus of hope and reason
which may uplift the downturned brow.
I'd sweep away all thoughts of worthlessness
and the frettings that fate will bring us thorns
instead of abundant mirthfulness,
and grace, amid cornucopian horns.
So when to sunshine the bleak skies give...
#sadness
#grief
#suicide #despair
#suicide #despair
315 reads
6 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
3rd Nov 2023 2:59am
3rd Nov 2023 2:59am
Threnody
The first of May was always for play
and not to ponder lost futures upon.
But now I'll think of souls in disarray
as well as spring fresh afternoons anon.
I wish the glory of the season
might transform itself somewhat, somehow,
into a surplus of hope and reason
which may uplift the downturned brow.
I'd sweep away all thoughts of worthlessness
and the frettings that fate will bring us thorns
instead of abundant mirthfulness,
and grace, amid cornucopian horns.
So when to sunshine the bleak skies give...
and not to ponder lost futures upon.
But now I'll think of souls in disarray
as well as spring fresh afternoons anon.
I wish the glory of the season
might transform itself somewhat, somehow,
into a surplus of hope and reason
which may uplift the downturned brow.
I'd sweep away all thoughts of worthlessness
and the frettings that fate will bring us thorns
instead of abundant mirthfulness,
and grace, amid cornucopian horns.
So when to sunshine the bleak skies give...
#sadness
#grief
#suicide #despair
#suicide #despair
315 reads
6 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
3rd Nov 2023 2:59am
3rd Nov 2023 2:59am
Threnody
The first of May was always for play
and not to ponder lost futures upon.
But now I'll think of souls in disarray
as well as spring fresh afternoons anon.
I wish the glory of the season
might transform itself somewhat, somehow,
into a surplus of hope and reason
which may uplift the downturned brow.
I'd sweep away all thoughts of worthlessness
and the frettings that fate will bring us thorns
instead of abundant mirthfulness,
and grace, amid cornucopian horns.
So when to sunshine the bleak skies give...
and not to ponder lost futures upon.
But now I'll think of souls in disarray
as well as spring fresh afternoons anon.
I wish the glory of the season
might transform itself somewhat, somehow,
into a surplus of hope and reason
which may uplift the downturned brow.
I'd sweep away all thoughts of worthlessness
and the frettings that fate will bring us thorns
instead of abundant mirthfulness,
and grace, amid cornucopian horns.
So when to sunshine the bleak skies give...
#sadness
#grief
#suicide #despair
#suicide #despair
315 reads
6 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
3rd Nov 2023 2:59am
3rd Nov 2023 2:59am
Threnody
The first of May was always for play
and not to ponder lost futures upon.
But now I'll think of souls in disarray
as well as spring fresh afternoons anon.
I wish the glory of the season
might transform itself somewhat, somehow,
into a surplus of hope and reason
which may uplift the downturned brow.
I'd sweep away all thoughts of worthlessness
and the frettings that fate will bring us thorns
instead of abundant mirthfulness,
and grace, amid cornucopian horns.
So when to sunshine the bleak skies give...
and not to ponder lost futures upon.
But now I'll think of souls in disarray
as well as spring fresh afternoons anon.
I wish the glory of the season
might transform itself somewhat, somehow,
into a surplus of hope and reason
which may uplift the downturned brow.
I'd sweep away all thoughts of worthlessness
and the frettings that fate will bring us thorns
instead of abundant mirthfulness,
and grace, amid cornucopian horns.
So when to sunshine the bleak skies give...
#sadness
#grief
#suicide #despair
#suicide #despair
315 reads
6 Comments
I_IS_ME
Poem Published
6th Jul 2022 1:24pm
6th Jul 2022 1:24pm
Bagged Escape
She traveled through existence shattered
Everything having meaning but nothing mattered
How was it possible for her to hold so many pieces together
The gravital weight of depression and anxiety the electrified feather
But where was the median, where was the common ground
Expected to let her feet touch the earth with all these negative forces around
Why would he do what he did
Enter in secrecy and stealing from a kid
So many of his same energy wanting to become a compound
Why did he corrupt her energy deciding she should be...
Everything having meaning but nothing mattered
How was it possible for her to hold so many pieces together
The gravital weight of depression and anxiety the electrified feather
But where was the median, where was the common ground
Expected to let her feet touch the earth with all these negative forces around
Why would he do what he did
Enter in secrecy and stealing from a kid
So many of his same energy wanting to become a compound
Why did he corrupt her energy deciding she should be...
#dark
#abuse
#suicide
675 reads
0 Comments
I_IS_ME
Poem Published
6th Jul 2022 1:24pm
6th Jul 2022 1:24pm
Bagged Escape
She traveled through existence shattered
Everything having meaning but nothing mattered
How was it possible for her to hold so many pieces together
The gravital weight of depression and anxiety the electrified feather
But where was the median, where was the common ground
Expected to let her feet touch the earth with all these negative forces around
Why would he do what he did
Enter in secrecy and stealing from a kid
So many of his same energy wanting to become a compound
Why did he corrupt her energy deciding she should be...
Everything having meaning but nothing mattered
How was it possible for her to hold so many pieces together
The gravital weight of depression and anxiety the electrified feather
But where was the median, where was the common ground
Expected to let her feet touch the earth with all these negative forces around
Why would he do what he did
Enter in secrecy and stealing from a kid
So many of his same energy wanting to become a compound
Why did he corrupt her energy deciding she should be...
#dark
#abuse
#suicide
675 reads
0 Comments
I_IS_ME
Poem Published
6th Jul 2022 1:24pm
6th Jul 2022 1:24pm
Bagged Escape
She traveled through existence shattered
Everything having meaning but nothing mattered
How was it possible for her to hold so many pieces together
The gravital weight of depression and anxiety the electrified feather
But where was the median, where was the common ground
Expected to let her feet touch the earth with all these negative forces around
Why would he do what he did
Enter in secrecy and stealing from a kid
So many of his same energy wanting to become a compound
Why did he corrupt her energy deciding she should be...
Everything having meaning but nothing mattered
How was it possible for her to hold so many pieces together
The gravital weight of depression and anxiety the electrified feather
But where was the median, where was the common ground
Expected to let her feet touch the earth with all these negative forces around
Why would he do what he did
Enter in secrecy and stealing from a kid
So many of his same energy wanting to become a compound
Why did he corrupt her energy deciding she should be...
#dark
#abuse
#suicide
675 reads
0 Comments
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