#poem by me

[noirrose96]

Your absence makes existence feel like a chore. My every breath a reminder, Of why it’s not commingled with yours Or illustrating my desire, painting with the hues of want. Of why it shudders beneath the weight of grieving us. And when I dare to imagine you severing the frail, insufficient veins still binding my heart to yours— I forget how to breathe entirely.

[feral-harvest]

excerpt by me <3

[aureumaze]

december speaks in frost,

and whispers of ghosts.

the air bites like an old promise,

heavy with yesterdays.

it's lingering in the quiet.

december settles like an old wound,

aching beneath the snow.

it's a thief, stealing warmth.

—a.m

[alice-syndrome]

All shipping is okay.

If you don't like it go away,

Instead of ruining an artists day,

With a slanderous and hypocritical display.

[zukoxhere]

Shattered Expectations

When they see me

They imagine me as someone I’m not

A dream, a lie or a thought

When they see the real me

Disappointment is the look I see

I’m not the fantasy you’ve made

Just a memory that will fade

I don’t blame you because

Your eyes could be misleading

And my looks are deceiving

[cpyyder]

I want to go out more. and I want to take pictures of myself. I want to be with my friends. and I want to hold hands. and spin around barefoot. on fresh grass. and we are laughing so much I need you to show me I’m real. you try to take your hands away from mine. I need you to tell me I’m real. and I’m clutching. and I’m shaking. and I’m begging. and you’re not laughing anymore. why aren’t we laughing anymore? but I never was. everything is blurry and my cheeks are wet. I am praying that I exist.

[chand-ki-priyatama]

I forgot how to love

Now I no more feel those butterflies

The glint in my eyes lies

So dim , so dull

Almost as if it's gone

i do not know how to love

Perhaps my heart has forgotten

Forgotten ~ how to love

I always prayed to the once up above

To bestow me with a love

Which feels more than love

But now I stand in a hazy maze

When once my head was filled with craze

Craze ~ to love and to be loved madly

When once I would have

Sufficed my life gladly

Just to be loved by the one I love

Firstly I struggled to unlove

But now my heart has forgotten its own depths

Perhaps my heart has forgotten how to love

I forgot how to love

The only thing which kept me sane

But now ,

I forgot how to love ~K.Y 💗

[yun-yunera]

As if I don't exist.

Replayed memories.

Reliving my trauma.

Getting talked over.

Pushed far to the side.

Forgotten existence.

Vying for attention.

Resulted in wounds.

And then I sit by myself,

Licking my internal wounds.

Now they sit at the table,

And I'm raging over here.

Anger was always my sadness,

Brutalized by my trauma,

Until she transformed into rage.

And I seeth, and seeth, and seeth,

Then, at the very end of the day,

When the lights in the house are off,

I cry under my covers, silently, hauntingly.

The child I still am, she sobs,

"It's scary to be treated,

As if I don't exist."

[aur-dinary-poems]

You Love Her

It’s hard, isn’t it?

To love her in a world that expects you to be someone else,

to feel this pull

and not know how to explain it,

not to anyone,

not even yourself.

It’s harder still,

when every glance feels like a secret

you’re not supposed to keep,

and every touch

leaves a mark you can’t erase.

You love her,

but you can’t tell her.

because the silence

is safer than the truth.

You love her,

but she’ll never know,

and that ache inside

grows deeper everyday,

like something breaking quietly

beneath your ribs.

you hold it all in,

smiling when it hurts the most,

because loving her

feels like a curse you’ll carry forever.

You love her,

and it’s killing you,

but you stay silent,

because loving her

was never meant for you.

[deathly-sweet]

Poem by me

[noirrose96]

Your silence is like the largest chasm.

Like the jagged edge

Between the left fragment and right fragment of my heart.

When my heart loved you wholly-

it was bleeding.

You lovingly lustfully licked its wounds,

And sucked your bloodstained fingers.

Then ripped it in half

And left me gasping in the void of us.

[feral-harvest]

— Carolina Outcrop

[aureumaze]

i build the same house each time,

brick by brick with my trembling hands.

cracked beneath the polished floor.

i plant the same garden,

seeds of trust in barren soil.

the roots rot, falls to weeds.

i sail the same ship through storms,

patching the sails with old regrets.

i sink again into familiar waters.

a house in ruins,

a garden overgrown,

a ship swallowed by the sea,

i still return to rebuild.

—a.m.

[cyberr-v0id]

One day this life will be soft to me.

I will live in an old house in a nice area

and there will be woods and fields nearby for me to roam,

and my house will have heavy wooden doors with locks,

but with gaps under the doorways

so that they do not catch on the floor

as they open.

And in my bedroom

there will be an old four poster

with heavy curtains that can be closed around it,

and the warm glow of fairy lights.

And I will curl up there one evening,

perhaps alone,

perhaps with a cat,

perhaps with someone I love.

And finally, I will be able to sleep

[cpyyder]

one day I’ll hear the first leaves fall. I’ll taste the sweet ripeness of the sunset as I watch it soften in its descent. I’ll be able touch the low fog as it spills passed my waving hands, and breathe in the smell of the deep breeze.

one day I’ll feel all of life sitting idle in my veins. I’ll have cypress vines grown out of my head and white rose petals formed at the creases of my eyes. the moon will shine from the gaps between my teeth and mushrooms will sprout from my organs.

one day I’ll die to become.

[thebutterflypoetess]

Trapped

All the birds are locked,

their wings are broken,

and their pleas to be let out echo,

but their captivators smile at their despair. 

Look at them and see their happy smiles

as they hide their scars and wounds underneath joy,

look at them and pretend to not see their pain,

as the traces of tears shine on their faces.

It’s so fun in the cage!

They’re enjoying the crumbs they’re fed,

the bars they cannot pass between, 

the words that are screamed at them.

They can never fly again,

they’ve become numb to real joy.

Hatred lies in their once pure hearts,

ready to burn everything white. 

They can’t breathe, 

their minds seek out, 

but, oh, they cannot go anymore,

they’re trapped forever. 

Forever, forever, forever,

they’re trapped here forever,

unrecognizable, their souls dead,

it’s so fun, fun, fun!

Happy they are,

and fun they have

(they’re so gone now, 

la la la la la).