Distance.
A week, a month, a year
Every time I hear from you, I shed a tear
At the end of the night, I just wish you were here
Because of my past. I know you fear
My intentions weren't always clear
I'm a new me, and I promise I care.
Let me kneel at the altar of your personage,
feel the presence of your beauty, know the power of your cruelty.
Let my lungs fill with terror projected toward the heavens, that falls in beams of love through colored pane.
Let me weep softly o'er intricate patterned stone,
that mingles in the shadows, that chills me to the bone.
Let me kneel at the altar of your personage,
wait for your light alone, and if light I shall not see, I'll leave my heart upon this stone.
They say
if you love somebody
you let them go.
As if happiness needs distance
from the ones you love.
Have you ever had children?
Would you let them go?
And I don’t mean
let them grow up.
Let them become someone.
Let them find love itself.
I mean could you teach your heart at its core
to stop reaching for them,
so they could smile without you.
No.
That’s not how love works.
Love does not practice goodbye
until it numbs into resignation.
Love keeps vigil.
Love stands guard.
Love bleeds.
And maybe that is its paroxysm.
Hi, I made my first ever poem today, please let me know you think!
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I like to watch rivers flow;
on the side it wanders right-to-left.
For the reflections are like time passing;
constant, partly clear and unmet.
Each streamline paints a different picture;
soft strokes of water that never end.
For change works in similar ways;
unpredictable, inevitable and always there.
Hear the locals intertwining, and birds reuniting
Hear the trees whisper sayings in the air.
For in a world so chaotic; an environment so erratic,
The noises in reflections go bare.
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Everything I feel is at the tip of my tongue
Ready to come out
But I can only play you the songs
From all the playlists you inspire
Because I can’t say what I want to say
My cheeks ache from all the laughter you cause
I lie awake thinking
What if every day and night could be like this
And what would we be if you ever found out
Because we’re friends, and I’m already too far in
I smile when you smile
When I passed you the card
Did we linger for a little while
Treading the line,
I’m secretly hoping for a sign
I live in the clouds
Your feet are on earth
You’re leaving soon and you’ll say goodbye
Yet I make plans with you in my mind
Because I want you closer even though I know you need to go
The world feels a little brighter
Then you enter the frame
The brightness fades into the background
And suddenly I’m searching for everything
Because I wasn’t supposed to feel like this so soon
And because I thought I already knew love’s tune
Sex
Sex is the strangest, cruelest thing God ever made.
Some people crave it like air. Some sip it once a week.Some never touch it again.I drown everyone who gets close, then try to drown myself. Since I was nine the darkness has lived in me. Depression wrapped its hands around my throat while porn lit a fire in my small body trembling hands stroking raw in the dark, chasing something I couldn’t finish, just burning and burning. I stood on the edge of a bridge,
wind whipping my face, hoping I would lose my balance and finally fall. I pressed knives against my skin, felt the cold edge, too scared to cut,
Too scared to live.
At ten they dragged me behind the wall.
A girl forced my dick into her mouth.I cried silently while my body learned it could be used.
At thirteen I had sex. She was warm and alive around me. That same night she killed herself. I carried her silence like another blade against my wrist.
Two years ago a man locked my girlfriend in the bathroom.
He groped her, forced his dick into her mouth.
She told me everything. I held her while she shook. I swore I would never be that man.
Tonight she looked at me with the trust she was still trying to rebuild. She whispered stop. Soft. Scared. Breaking.I heard her. I felt her body freeze the same way it froze in that bathroom.
And for ten unforgivable seconds
I kept going...moving inside her, chasing the same old fire, raping the one person who still loved me after everything she had already survived. When she shoved me off, the room died.
I collapsed and cried like something being torn apart from the inside. Great heaving sobs that ripped my chest open until I vomited everything
hot, sour, choking, kneeling in my own mess, shaking like that nine-year-old boy again.
The same boy who stood on bridges.
The same boy who held knives to his skin.
The same hands that just became the monster I swore I would never be.
I looked at her face
the fear, the betrayal, the love I murdered
and my heart finally broke the way it should have broken every single time I wanted to die. I don’t know how I could do this to her. After everything she survived, I became the next man who hurt her. I am the monster I feared I would become. The depression never left. The suicidal thoughts never left. They just waited for me to prove that I really don’t deserve to be here.
I don’t want forgiveness.
I don’t want tomorrow.
I just want the courage
to finally let go of the bridge railing
or press the knife hard enough this time.
Because I hurt the only person
who made me want to stay alive.
Having read a few poems by the latest winner of the Dylan Thomas Prize for under 39s, it seems that anyone can be a poet. Just write a list of your thoughts or what you did or is in your apartment and there you go, a prize winner! No kintsugi just nonsense dressed up..
I'll straighten out the collar of your shirt while we talk
Will you then know the love I hold for you
I might put my head on your shoulder
And yours slowly shifting on top of mine
Your hand will hold my waist
In that moment I'd swirl with emotions
In the concave of love
Both sure of eachother
As if time waited for them
The wind shy
The sky in awe
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Sneering down their nose
We are treated like foes
Beneath their feet we tread
Toiling just to be fed
Shoring their numbers with welcoming arms
We are too ignorant to be alarmed
Erasing our culture
Pecked on like a vulture
Misinformation is paid
Watch as we fade
They pass their bills
Forced to swallow like bitter pills
Conquer and divide
We now have no pride
Once we were golden
Now just beholden
They slowly drained our might
We didn't even put up a fight
Power and money they soak
Making us the butt of the joke
Throwing our money far away
We open our mouth but have no say
With iron hands they hold tightly
While we tiptoe lightly
this is a poem
it has 2 stanzas
this is one
i cant think of a rhyme scheme
so i will include none
this is a poem
that looks much better in a trashcan
because every time that i write
nobody seems to understand
but what do I know?
I'm the one
who
fell for you
in
the first place.
In the beginning, he pondered the tale
A journey through shadows
Where all dreams set sail;
With each twist of fate, he crafted his path,
Turning sorrow to joy and
Escaping the wrath.
Time dance with the sun,
Casting warmth on his heart
As love whispered softly
igniting the spark.
in the blink of an eye
Reality blurred
A canvas of moments, where
All hope was stirred.
With a pen as his wand
He conjured the past
Building castles of sand
Where memories last.
Wisdom etched deep
in the lines of his face;
Just a traveler of the worlds
Seeking his place.
Through shadows, he wandered
From light into dark
Finding God in the shadows
igniting the spark
Each truth that he held,
A reflection of grace
A tapestry woven
Unique in its space.
The masses may chuckle
But he knows the score;
For life is a journey
With lesson lessons galore.
in meadows of thought
Where his spirit takes flight
He waits for her presence
To bask in the light.
So let flowers bloom
And words intertwine
Love is the essence
That makes life divine
Through echoes of laughter
The whispers and sighs.
His solace is knowing
Sweet love will come by.
by Joel
Everyone says gods plan. Well the devil has a plan too. Let’s talk about that or are you too uncomfortable to speak both sides. God is appearance and the devil is running interference so for every plan there is a counter attack. Hope you’re fast enough to react. Otherwise your choice is taken and your fate intact.
Who’s plan is right? Depends how good you fight. Are you strong or weak? Make sure you whisper when you speak, and don’t ever over think. One on the left, one in the right. They fight to entertain they already know your inner light regardless of how bright.
Shine hard enough to prove your worth a chance or join the devil and be a puppet to his hellish dance. It’s a dance that never stops. Not even after your body drops. It’s exhausting and they’re always watching.
Gods plan is that we don’t sin, if we do repent or we are damned. Praise him, hands help high. Sounds like the mass suicide guy. A cult. They talk in tongues and praise the lord. They say he’s healed and he’s a miracle but this mother fucker hasn’t talked, it’s all just spiritual. We have to have face to have faith? Go to church, spend money because god will give us peace after death. What about peace before death because this life has no peace.
The devils plan is we sin, we live our lives and try to be happy until the end. We can sin all day and repent so we play with the devil and ask god for forgiveness. Shit makes no sense. If this is the way we live then we are playing with the devil and then do a walk of shame. Go ask god to forgive you then we keep playing the game. The devils plan is to give people their desires then they get it and wanna plea to a higher power. It’s all a big puzzle and without all the pieces you can never complete the picture.
I have my own plan and i am not afraid to say god is just like my father, absent and abusive in unimaginable ways. I won’t put everything into anyone who gives nothing back. I’m going to live my life, for me and me alone. I won’t praise and I won’t beg to an idea we are taught to believe. I’m using my own brain and say fuck heaven and hell. Until the day I do imma do right by me and where I end up? One day I’ll see.
Life after death but only exist while living. Sounds like a L to me and I’m cool on who they want me to be. Imma live while I’m alive. I’ll have time to rest finally once I die. Heaven or hell we all wonder but I’m willing to bet it’s just 6 feet under.
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When I finished bathing, scrubbing away
...the soap bubbles clinging onto my skin, like
......carbonation scrubbed flat by
.........forgetfulness, I didn't blink. I didn't dare:
............my eyelids were sticky with swirling soft
..............drinks and I was scared they would be
...................sealed by sugar crash.
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So, I towelled myself with hot sand, left to
...dry and be turned glass
......in the sun’s holistic heat. I lay
.........in shifting silt, making sand angels
............with the fanning of my arms, or
...............perhaps I was fanning the solar stove
..................above me.
/
And as the sand dried around me, encasing
...the fleshy corset of my torso, it
......turned like cracking clay. And then
..........I realised, it had become
.............a kiln to lie in.
................And I realised there was nothing I
..................could do to stay awake…
Everyone's talking about it:
On the tv,
In stores,
In the schools,
On the radio,
In whispers
Kids cling to the mothers,
Lovers embrace,
Dogs whimper,
Anchormen speak
and
we all sit around
waiting
for it
to
end.
Here I am, stranded, all alone on a beach.
Drowning in a storm, way too far beyond reach.
The sand stinging my skin with worries and doubt.
The sky crying out in a miserable shout.
The clouds wailing, their tears drenching my skin.
Lightning wrestling the thunder, making a big din.
Waves of sorrow violently slamming me down.
Beaten, bruised, betrayed, and left to drown.
A tide of remorse, just eating me away.
Yet, I can only pretend to be okay.
Then suddenly, I realized that I am no longer alone.
That I don’t have to be all on my own.
In that very moment, I chose to abandon the pain.
I got up, and started to dance in the rain.
The waves stopped, and turned to listen.
The lightning and thunder quietened their din.
The clouds began to dry their tears,
And slowly but surely, the sun appears.
He shares a ray of light with me.
And with a smile, he sets me free.
I might make myself disappear for now, I might fool myself into a plan to make everything right, To sleep and flee through the shade on the ceiling, But I have to be genuine for one noble night.
These common beds leave no trace for suffering, When the shadows grow, they hide what has been left, I do not like to be reminded of how I managed to stay awake, Winds blow, whispers flow, the night comes with different effects.
I got to know the streets in my overwhelming anxiety; There was no need for all those days to pass, But I did not pass by, nor did I forget; rather, I stood still, And when this surge of comfort came to pass, I was the last.
Common beds shun any person with an empty side It's simple, and It's true, as it always has been from the start, I see nothing worth changing while I sense the change, I'm scared, On these beds, I'm smart, I'm new, I'm creative, all the things that served the plot.
The night could hide me while I'm falling apart; Everyone now has a memory that can hold up to the common beds, Everyone can sleep now with a near-still heart.
I saw the stars in her eyes
twinkle
and
gleam
as
she knew not
of
what was yet
to come,
and into a deep rest
she fell
fell
fell
to
sleep.
we laid in bed-
nude, of course,
staring at the ceiling
and
laughing at
it all
Why is it,
The water clumps break down
Ambiguous boundaries—
Between you and me.
Delicately pick yourself apart.
Don’t you see the pieces of me?
Carefully rubble through
The jumbled mess of yourself.
Don’t you see the paint of me?
You and I—
Am I you,
Are you me,
Perhaps we may never recognize it
For our whole lives—
But hold the gift
The sky sends down.
Take one step forward,
And at last, we shall become us.