#midnight poetry

[beasteaterr]

i tell myself i’ve made peace with the rot,

but the truth is, i wear it like perfume—

its rancid sweetness, a comfort in my throat.

you can find me where all things go to die,

somewhere between here and nowhere,

where nothing stays long enough to matter.

i am beautiful in the way broken things are—

sharp, strange,

stretched thin in places

but never enough to tear.

i love how good it feels

to be this lost,

to hold what’s gone and pretend

it’s still something i can keep.

what if to love it means i must disappear?

what if to love it means

i am already gone?

halo • “here and nowhere/rot”

[dissonancey]

Their grass is greener,

And grows tall due to rain fall—

And so, weeds do too.

#HAIKU

[thespilledink]

Words whispered

in bedsheets

made me believe

we were in love

-h.h.

[nyx-poetry]

what do you do?

when your pen runs dry and your sanity starts to die what do you do? when your thoughts turn dark and depression leaves its mark what do you do? when hope has disappeared and you face all you have feared what can you do? when your brain is wired incorrectly and you can't see through your foggy eyes sleep is unattainable and poetry is a distant memory what should i do?

~ nyx

[annagxx]

I would rather write my heart out than tell someone what I feel.

[thebenignbeing]

She use to call me sweet.

I missed that.

[selenepluto]

"It's all too familiar

A trap, that always feels like home."

~selene

[msnsnr]

Looking Up

what lives in the cavities of the clouds?

those cold cathedrals

inner darkness, or timeline procedurals?

mechanisms of the sky as an individual

pale blue poltergeists, haunting rain residual

i’m seeing things that aren’t there, maybe it’s

spiritual.

[purringpearl]

from a poet

if I have a crush on you and if I tell you I wrote another piece AND you do not ask me to send it.

I'm 70% done with you

don't show me your face or else I'll overwhelm you with the words that you didn't know existed in the oxford dictionary.

[humanconditionpoetry]

Poll of Poem Deciding Next

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[seeara]

My Parting Gift

you weave a

careful poison

your rising eyes

so hollow and serene

gripping your grief

remember?

how my palms

once bloomed?

~ seeara

[beasteaterr]

i cared and i cared and i cared and i bled and i bled and i bled,

and still, you slipped through my fingers,

a dream that never quite took form.

i gave until i had nothing to offer,

and then i learned that giving too much

can leave you hollow.

but i remember the moments,

the quiet certainty of loving without measure—

and now, i know how to stop.

halo

[dissonancey]

TIME KILLED ME TWICE

Like a bomb,

The clock will tick until everything falls apart

It wears us down, tears us up

You won’t notice,

Time is not a quick murderer.

Like poison,

It is the slow killer of fun.

You won’t notice it destroyed

everything,

everything moves like a seasonal change

The only time you will discover,

Is the time when all you love is just a memory

[thespilledink]

You feel like home

And I have to admit

Home has never been

A place where I felt comfort

So I should have known

To let you go sooner

When I wanted to stay

Because you felt like home

-h.h.

[nyx-poetry]

from a distance

i was not the rhyme of your heart or the song that compliments your soul i broke myself into pieces trying to find one that fits trying to make you whole again hoping that once i fix your heart you can finally love me but no part of me belonged i will forever love you from a distance ~ nyx

[annagxx]