The skyscrapers Seemed to rise especially high On the evening I first found her Kissing passion into the sky As if it were their queen Worshipped And drowned In pure adoration
Stars dappled the sky as night continued Like silvery kisses scattered about All through the night No match for the light In her amber eyes As they lit up with that same passion the stars did But were more intense
The city came to life In the sticky Summer air Laughter and chit chat echoed through the streets As people made their way to restaurants and clubs and bars and bowling alleys And traffic sped throughout the streets And the city lights twinkled Like lost songs Playing among the stars
I felt each symphony Deep into my bones
Finding her felt like home There was a sense of impending exulansis seeping into my skin As I watched her move like the wind And become the night Knowing then I would forever Be marked By a thing that escapes words Leaving only traces Of something unidentifiable Traveling up my spine And lingering on my supple flesh Seeping into the pores and tissue Penetrating bone Becoming a permanent part of me No less essential than my very dna
An echo of an ethereal kind of beauty Not of this dimension Perfumes all of my nights As my mind drifts back To that moment I laid eyes on her Taking in every curve of her body Imagining the softness of her skin Beneath my fingertips
Devouring her intoxicating beauty With the kind of primitive greed Of someone trapped in a desert For too long, dying of thirst and suddenly finding a creek of sapphire blue or emerald green, glistening in the dark of night
And there are hints of that sense of belonging Still dwelling in a place in me I can’t recognize Along with that aching burn of rejection Sinking deeper and deeper into the belly Into a seemingly endless abyss of suffocating sorrow
Suddenly I blinked And she was lost In that one infinitesimal moment Ripped out of my arms By the rapacious hands of reality As my seemingly perpetual daydream came to an end And I woke up into the harshness Of what is true Reverie shattered by a truth I was never ready or willing to accept A truth that burns in me with the passion of a thousand suns in the middle of an August afternoon In the Northern Hemisphere
Now I stand On a sticky Summer night That takes me back To that day I found her When the skyscrapers seemed A tad taller, and the stars shone a bit brighter
Perfumed in that inexplicable beauty That still leaves traces Throughout my existence And I taste the silvery Kiss of the stars As I catch them in my eyes
Hints of wonder In the midst of a deep longing For a thing that existed Only in my fantasies But was the realest thing I have ever known
(That dark spot under my eye is a sunspot/beauty mark/freckle…I had for many years now lol In some pictures, like this one, it doesn’t look right. But I don’t want to filter it out because it’s part of my face in reality)
Found & Lost 🖤
The skyscrapers Seemed to rise especially high On the evening I first found her Kissing passion into the sky As if it were their queen Worshipped And drowned In pure adoration
Stars dappled the sky as night continued Like silvery kisses scattered about All through the night No match for the light In her amber eyes As they lit up with that same passion the stars did But were more intense
The city came to life In the sticky Summer air Laughter and chit-chat echoed through the streets As people made their way to restaurants and clubs and bars and bowling alleys And traffic sped through the streets And the city lights twinkled Like lost songs Playing among the stars
I felt each symphony Deep into my bones
Finding her felt like home There was a sense of impending exulansis seeping into my skin As I watched her move like the wind And become the night Knowing then I would forever Be marked By a thing that escapes words Leaving only traces Of something unidentifiable Traveling up my spine And lingering on my supple flesh Seeping into the pores and tissue Penetrating bone Becoming a permanent part of me No less essential than my very dna
An echo of an ethereal kind of beauty Not of this dimension Perfumes all of my nights As my mind drifts back To that moment I laid eyes on her Taking in every curve of her body Imagining the softness of her skin Beneath my fingertips
Standing intoxicated Devouring her beauty With the kind of primitive greed Of someone trapped in a desert For too long, dying of thirst and suddenly finding a creek of sapphire blue or emerald green, glistening in the dark of night
And there are hints of that sense of belonging Still dwelling in a place in me I can’t recognize Along with that aching burn of rejection Sinking deeper and deeper into the belly Into a seemingly endless abyss of suffocating sorrow
Suddenly I blinked And she was lost In that one infinitesimal moment Ripped out of my arms By the rapacious hands of reality As my seemingly perpetual daydream came to an end
And I woke up into the harshness Of what is true Reverie shattered by a truth I was never ready or willing to accept A truth that burns in me with the passion of a thousand suns in the middle of an August afternoon In the Northern Hemisphere
Now I stand On a sticky Summer night That takes me back To that day I found her When the skyscrapers seemed A tad taller, and the stars shone a bit brighter
Perfumed in that inexplicable beauty That still leaves traces of her Throughout my existence And I taste the silvery Kiss of the stars As I catch them in my eyes
Hints of wonder In the midst of a deep longing For a thing that existed Only in my fantasies But was the realest thing I have ever known
Under a dark sky Swirling with tattered dreams He stands alone A man held captive By the relentless, throbbing ache Dwelling in some place Deep within Unidentifiable Like the wreckage of a ship Crashing in the night
His oceanic eyes piercing The darkness inside me Reflecting the heavy pain that breathes In me As if it were alive Pulsing like my heartbeat And the blood that runs through me
A silent captain of his painted ship Under the stars as they clash Into a stormy chaotic mess Colors colliding with the dark fantasies of A man lost in the night Amongst the ruin Of a beautiful, shattered mind
Navigating the tempestuous winds of his mind Where stars pulsate through his veins heartbeats that journey through the contorted galaxies of a lonely traveler of the night Each glow, a wish he cannot grasp A wish that stays untrue Always just out of reach
His fingertips almost lightly brush The softness Of each twinkle of hope Like a dandelion Dissolving The gentle wisps floating away in the wind Taking with it each wish That never blossoms Into fruition
Voiceless and invisible He speaks in colors Like distorted rainbows Across a midnight sky Messages that speak to the emptiness in me Filling it with hints of hope in the shape of stars like paint splashing the canvas of my mind Each swift brush of his hand across sterile white Small specks of gold Glittering in all the dark
And as each color in his mind implodes Like erupting volcanoes in his soul He is kicked back into the darkness Of the depths & valleys of his Torn up mind Like an endless abyss Chromatic but full of colorless voids That swallow the untouched parts of him They could never love
His cries go unheard His pleas falling on deaf ears But still he loves With wild abandon With every color he can muster All the passion in his eyes
The night wraps around him Like a cloak of black velvet its silence heavy Weighing on a fragile life That cannot bear the storms His brush dances A lonely pirouette across the canvas Colors bleeding like unsaid sorrows And unsung songs
A masterpiece.
Yellow bursts like distant laughter That was once near Now just a memory Tinted in grey Orange flames of sunsets he never saw Blue whispers of cold nights enveloping him in Snowy fields of Glistening white Wistful violet sighs of nostalgic joy Remnants now scattered about In the echoes of forlorn nights Red for every moment his heart loved
Each stroke, a confession each hue, a tear spilling into the craters The voids no one else could feel Splashing onto the world In silent drops
He paints the cosmos The vein of each galaxy Every pulse that dances Upon his wrists Like an almost inaudible whisper Taunting him With empty promises Of a world of endless color Bursting open All over the grey & black of his reality
He questions the beauty of night dappled in stars That shine in some other world That can never be his
He slouches As he walks crushed beneath the heaviness Of their accusations
Scattered green leaves beneath his feet the summer breeze carries the scent of loneliness The solemn embrace of solitude while crickets strum their evening lullabies and the night holds its breath As if to brace itself for what’s to come watching this fragile soul Too weak to go on pain and passion gifted, yet cursed beneath a soft symphony of stars & moonlight
A solitary figure A shadow in the night lost in the vastness of existence he finds comfort in chaos in the explosion of colors that speak what words cannot That step up When his voice fails a man, a night Darkness with light a uni-verse held in the heart of a painter A tormented soul
Tragic tales coming to life with every stroke of the brush every drop of paint, a story of its own bursting with all the glory and despair a heart can hold
Each brushstroke A testament to the madness the unadulterated beauty That lies within Untamed passion Like a tiger in the night Seeking unexpecting prey To satiate the hunger That arises in the deepest depths Of his gut And never seems quite abated
His heart, a kaleidoscopic collage His canvas, a mirror reflecting His fractured spirit His splintered mind That cuts into his flesh The inky sky in all its depth & expanse, his only companion a canvas waiting for release
And when all hope was lost On that starry, starry night Vincent lay broken Under the twinkling stars A loud bang ringing in the night Ripping through the sky A riot of colors spilling out Under the black of night His heart gushing every color There ever was and every painting that never came to be His paintbrush falling to the ground Dripping red
Clutching his chest Until all the colors turned black as the midnight sky The life pouring out of him Beneath the dying stars Withering away
Eyes closed now As he drifts off Where all the colors Permanently sleep And his canvas remains untouched White like the ghosts that haunted his mind
He lays shrouded in eternal slumber Escaping a world that was never meant For the immaculate beauty Of a tender soul Too fragile, too soft To face the ruins Of a tormented mind
And I hear him now In the whispers of the wind Singing in colors That soothe my darkness Sweetmelodies,muting the pain That creeps in through the cracks Of a broken mindand a ragged life The hues linger Like a fragrant mist Upon supple skin I carry them with me Embedded deep in my heart Flowing out with each beat Onto everything I touch
A splash of color Immortal Against the black and grey Forever haunting A place in the night Where an artist once stood Under the stars Confessing his pain His dreams His deepest loves & longings In a disarray of color To a color blind world
And when no hope was left in sight On that starry, starry night You took your life As lovers often do But I could have told you, Vincent This world was never meant For one as beautiful as you 🖤
Wide awake Shrouded in the suffocating loneliness That old familiar companion That never leaves her side Her mind drifts to a long ago That is so out of reach now it’s almost Too painful to remember Her body heavy with the memories Of what used to be Before things got so dark It feels like another life One that wasn’t hers Could never be hers
A million lifetimes ago Like another dimension Where a different version of herself exists A happier version Knowing only innocence & love
The nostalgia leaves her breathless
Knocking the wind out of her Painful & joyful alike
She lays beneath her soft silken sheets
Feeling like a distorted replica of her former self
A contorted character in a dark novel, an empty shell of what used to be
As if her life were a convoluted storyinspired by some distant reality that was once hers
Just when her despair Reaches a new depth I find myself seeping into the cracks Of her shattered mind Uninvited Creeping into her darkest spaces Taking up residence in her darkness Feeling it surrounding me Like a midnight melody Somber, sweet, aching
She hears me humming the song She wrote As she bolts upright in her bed Trying to discern If her midnight serenade is real or A figment of her sad imagination I journey through all the crevices of her brain, therecesses of her mind,and all the delicate veins, tracing the curves of her body with my tender touch Trying to learn all of her ways All of her secrets The intimate longings of her heart So I can sing them back to her
Mirroring her own love And showering her in it Like a waterfall of nectar cascading over Her rocky, tumultuous world And soothing the darkness in her soul
My humming gets louder As she gets up and walks to the doorway She hears my voice up the hall Gently singing the song in her bones
One hand on the doorframe, she tentatively looks down the dark hallway, afraid of what she may see but her curiosity too strong to quell
Seeing my slender silhouette on the cream colored curtain, doing starlit pirouettes My long hair blowing in the breeze She freezes And blinks As I vanish into the night She opens her eyes And in that fraction of a second I am gone She walks along the hall til she reaches the opened window And stares at the now blank curtain blowing softly As moonlight drifts in
She reaches out
And touches the curtain
Gently rubbing her hand down the soft fabric
Pulling it aside to look in back
Confusion written all over her face As she looks around, peering into the darkness Of the hall The darkness matching the darkness within She begins to slowly walk back to her room Her hair hanging softly down her back Resting against herpastel pink lacey lingerie top That reveals the soft smoothivory skin beneath
Her lips are full & pink Glistening As she calls out To whatever apparition Lurks in her darkness I whisper her name Into her ear So lightly Like the breeze That creeps in through the window
She jumps And shudders A chill running up her spine As she walks back to the window And closes it The curtains now hanging Still, lifeless
Her bare feet make a soft padding sound Against the wooden floorboards as they creak in the night I silently float beside her My mind connecting with hers She can’t see me But she can feel me In every breath she takes She turns to the side and catches my shadow As I instantly disappear
She can hear my soothing voice Caressing the shards of her mind And feel my loving embrace Around her shoulders She pulls away Unsure if it’s real or imagined I move closer Until my hair falls over her shoulder Like a shadow in the night My glossed red lips Just barely touch her cheek As she quickly reaches up And brushes her cheek with her hand
She turns, abruptly
And we are face to face
So close, she can feel my breath in her face
Like the kiss of a midnight breeze
She sees through me
Then for a moment our eyes seem to meet
Just for one infinitesimal moment
A knowing look suddenly crosses her face Like a fleeting light Piercing the darkness Then fading away As quickly as it appeared
She turns and walks briskly back To her bedroom And slams the door Shutting me out Willing me out of her mind Out of her awareness Out of her blo0dstream Out of her soul
Her darkness closes in And suffocates me Pulling me into an endless abyss I fall and fall Free falling Flailing And crashing back into my own World Without her All encompassing pain Taking over As I lay Rejected & defeated The ache Taking over As I lay in my bed late into the night I can feel her in the shadows That surround the night And I wonder if I’m haunting her Tonight
Memories of me filling her mind Memories of a love that never was A love that could have been but ended before it began Memories & longings she wishes only to banish
I lay in my darkness Dreaming of her In the moonlight Memoriesof longago Of youthful, hopeful dreams now shattered, swirl around in my head as if to taunt me As she haunts me Tantalized by her wild beauty Pulled into an endless night Where I live in her nightmares Aching for something Homesick for a place that never existed For a person never meant to be mine Grieving for an old love That nevertruly lived
But burns in me like a fire
That can’t be tamed
(I’m disappointed with how this poem is structured. But jetpack/WordPress won’t let me write a sentence or a few words and hit the enter or down key and have another sentence directly under it. It puts a space. I had to write this in my phone’s memo section and paste it here. But I decided to edit & add things. When I added a new sentence, it couldn’t be right under the one before it when I hit the enter key or whatever the key is called now to go to the space below a sentence or word. I saw someone else expressing the same problem while trying to write poems. For paragraphs in regular writing, like this, we don’t have toskip to underneath, but poems & songs are structured differently.
If I were to write a poem directly here instead of writing somewhere else and pasting it here
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Who wants all those spaces after each word or sentence in a song or poem? I always find myself rereading & editing my poems for days and days. I think it’s done and paste here then realize more work can be done. And when I edit them here, I have to have spaces or begin a whole new blog post because when I delete everything in the current one, the structure is still all messed up. We shouldn’t have all that extra work to post a poem. There are so many other glitches with this app and website too. It’s an ongoingissue for years no matter which phone I use. Sometimes it almost feels like it’s more trouble than it’s worth, but I like having this space to share things. It’s different than regular social media, and sometimes my posts are too long to fit in a social media post. So I keep this around. I’m going to upgrade it when I get money. It feels kind of ironic that I’m complaining that something is more trouble than it’s worth and in the same breath saying I’m going to invest money in it to keep around lol)
This is my own photo I created to go with the poem I wrote, below. 🖤
This poem is called LovingLisbeth.
Loving Lisbeth
Night falls And the echoes begin again Somewhere beneath a shimmery moon As the city lights dance In the night I hear them Bouncing off The shadows That cling To the skyscrapers Under the inky depths Of the night sky Echoes of a voice I used to know And unrequited love That still burns In a heart That can’t let go
I remember her so long ago Calling out to the skyline As we looked up At the imposing structures We both have always loved so much As they dwarfed us Until we were as small as the ants Scurrying about in the cracks of the Pavements Beneath our shoes
Calling As if they were some kind Of saviors Come to rescue her Scooping her up Into their concrete arms And cradling her Like a newborn Safe in the shelter Of her mother’s loving embrace
There was some kind of Comfort there Some kind of reassurance In the familiarity of the same Buildings Night after night Some kind of comfort In the repetition Of the mirrored windows Lighting up the night
In feeling so small Against the large constructs That held us in their presence As they stood so firmly Smugly In purpose Looking down at us As if their mission was Always accomplished With ease Without fail
She called up to them
But there was no answer There was never an answer Just her own voice Echoing through the city In the still of the night Under a darkened sky Resembling the murky waters Of an abandoned and forgotten lake In some desolate remote place No one knows exists
I stand here now Listening to the forlorn echoes As they clash and yearn Spewing out dark melodies And symphonies Like a twilight serenade Gone awry
And somewhere I hear her voice Now, just a ghost of a whisper Riding the gentle night air Like music notes Barely audible
But I know it’s hers
I call out to her But there is no answer
I call again And her name Gets caught in my throat And I choke On the pain Of yearning For what used to be But never really was
An apparition Of some long ago That exists Only in the dark blur Of my mind
I feel her somewhere out there Somewhere deep into the bowels Of the night Somewhere in the midst of The street lights and the city lights And the night dwellers Taking up residence on the lonely streets And the subways and the park benches Among a crowd of wandering strangers With nowhere else to go I scan every face I see But none of them are hers I call her name But no one turns to look at me
I search and search
But I have yet to find her I search the seemingly endless City streets Late into the night Like a maze That there is no way out of I call But she doesn’t call back
I run alone Through the back alleys And the dead end streets The cobblestones And empty parking lots Peering through the darkened Windows of the closed cafes And restaurants and stores The soles of my shoes Pounding against the ground As I run And my heart Pounds in my cranium Thudding Like a drum Vibrating my eardrums
My breath, raspy And shallow As I yell out to the night air
I call And search Her name, Tantalizing and tasting bittersweet Upon my lips Like droplets of white wine lingering about
I frantically turn in every direction Searching every corner In a desperate
panicked haze As I yell her name As if my life depends on it As if she were a lifeboat Needed to save me Carrying me out of dismal swamp Back onto land Where I stand Looking up at those skyscrapers Under a black sky Calling Calling her name
But the only sound I hear Is my own name Calling back to me
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I hope you are having a great morning or night or day wherever in the world you are!! ♥️
Have any of your own poetry or poetry blog? You’re welcome to share in the comments!
AI & glitch artwork created by me to go with this poem 🖤
Standing here alone In the shadows of a distant memory That still burns in me Like hot steel Branding the flesh of my existence Her name tattooed into my cells I can’t escape her touch Marked for life The grief Expands in me like an airbag in my chest Til there is no more space And I struggle for breath My ribcage threatening to break Under the pressure Like a starshower Crumbing out of the sky Hot celestial pieces Falling Upon anything unlucky enough To be in the way Burning flesh Setting fire to surface Bringing everything to ruin
She’s always one heartbeat away One step out of reach I remember her hair Falling to her shoulders Blowing in the wind As her tears fell softly Like silent raindrops in the night Her eyeliner running down her cheeks Like mudtracks in pure white snow Those tears that spoke a thousand words Whispering into the night A somber melody Almost inaudible But caressing All the deepest depths of me
I carry her in my bones a melancholy ache accompanying my every step Invisible like a phantom in the night that lurks at my side like a distorted shadow supposed to be mine But isn’t
I am consumed by the dark Overshadowed by pain Til there Is almost no trace of what I was Before her Smothered in the aftermath Of a hurricane Washed away in the turmoil With no anchor
I stand here in these shadows Under the glow of the moon My long hair blowing in the gentle evening breeze As my eyes search the night For her But she’s nowhere to be found
But I feel her in everything there is The city lights remind me of the twinkle in her eyes As they lit up with everything she loved The bookstores, the cafes, the buildings, they speak her name as I walk by Almost as if to taunt me with reminders of everything that will never be mine Dreams that danced upon my pulse as it raced through me, promises of a life that are now crumbled like flowers crushed beneath the soles of my shoes But leaving tantalizing hints of their perfume in every step I take
Our hearts beat in synch I breathe her air And her tears run down my cheeks with the gentle rain that kisses my skin With its somber soft touch, tasting the salt as it covers my red lipsticked lips and caresses the tip of my tongue
I remember her bright hazel eyes smiling Through thick rimmed glasses As she spoke about the last novel she read Full of heartache and love and redemption I watched her hair fall over her glasses As she absentmindedly brushed it back I remember the way she came alive Whenever it rained And the city looked like a watercolor Painting A kaleidoscopic disarray Of all the colors of the rainbow The way her camera couldn’t capture Enough pictures And that joy lives in me somewhere Like a bittersweet song Playing in my bones Running through my veins
And I am here now In this other life Where she doesn’t exist Worlds apart But somehow only One chaotic breath away Drowning in memories Lifetimes away Lost in the shadows Of a love That could never be
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Anyone else want to share your own poetry? You’re welcome in the comments! Or share a link to your poetry blog. I especially love dark poetry or sci fi/futuristic, mysterious…but any kind is welcome!
I hope you are having a beautiful day or night wherever in the world you are!
This is a poem I wrote around ten years ago. I recently edited it, kept it mostly the same. I decided to add a few creative lines and kept all the old ones. It’s inspired by my true experience. It’s called “Covet.” I have always loved poetic writings to read and write, particularly dark poetry. I’m not generally dark, just like when that aspect of life is expressed through artistic things. Most of my writings have been lost when phones crashed that I had it saved on, but fortunately some I still have, and this is one of the surviving ones. It was devastating losing everything. I fell into a month long depression when one of my phones broke years ago that I used for writing(similar thing happened recently too). I don’t write very frequently, just once in a while when inspiration hits.
I like this poem of mine. Every now & again, I open it and read it. It’s my favorite one of mine. And it makes so much sense to me, taking me back to my long ago, stirring up memories and emotions. I did not follow any writing/poetry rules or whatever. Just let the writing, imagery, symbolism, emotion… flow, inspired by my real life experience. I generally don’t explain any of my poetic writing for the most part. I just leave interpretation up to anyone who may read and leave a bit of mystery.
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Also, not trying to be shady. Lol There is just one line in this poem of mine that is inspired by or more accurately stolen (but inspired sounds better 🤣) out of a popular song. Yeah, I knocked off the Cars (at least I’m honest 😆). But the rest is all mine. 😆
Covet
I see you every night Somewhere in the dark, Distant places in my mind Lost in the crevices Of my brain, The dusty recesses That are rarely touched By anything else Your beauty defying all reason Like flowers blooming Through concrete In the dead of winter
The pain in your eyes Reflects in my own glare Swirling Like a whirlwind Of deep colors Clashing in a Midnight sky And I want to run to you
But I am not yours
There are so many things I want to say to you That I can never say Secrets to abandon In the thrill of your touch Cast off Into the warmth of your smile
But I am not yours
I reach out for you But you don’t reach back And I loathe you Because you are not mine But I love you just the same
Every mistake you have ever made Every flaw you torment yourself with The crinkles around your eyes The laughlines on your face Only intensify my sense of awe When I think of you
Your beauty deepens With each passing second As mine fades Into the nothingness Of my world And I am jealous
I want to tell you That you are the girl Who keeps me up at night The one who beckons me Unknowingly To the edge Of some madness Too vast, Too dark To explore The one who lifts me To the greatest pinnacle Of joy and love and hope The one who drops me As I plummet To the lowest depths Of my despair
My heart pounding As my mind races With all the things That would be so Perfect But will never be
I imagine us together Strolling around the city streets Late at night The cobblestone, the abandoned alleyways, the closed cafes, the buildings catching our eyes As we run and laugh Under the stars And the street lights And our fingers lace Together So perfectly Together Like delicate veins Linked together Into an indigo tapestry Wriggling like worms In mud After a heavy rainshower Giving life Where there Was once Nothing
Finding each other In the midst of Some confused, dark eternity That spans Across galaxies And worlds Time and space We’ll never know Where everything else falls to ruin But we stand whole Together, we are whole
And I see you now In that cold place Where I dwell Always, where I dwell Where small, jagged pieces of your reality Collide with my fantasy And dissolve
My stiletto heels Tapping up the dimly lit hallway To your bedroom As the floorboards creek In the middle of the night Echoing Through the gentle night air That flows in Through your opened window As the curtains blow Softly To the rhythm of the night
Like a lost voyeur I stand Watching Lingering, Like a ghost in the Night I drift Standing in your doorway Unseen Unheard Unknown
I see you In your bed Under a gentle,dim Flickering Fluorescent light That catches in Your eyes As they scan the Room Searching Searching For something That will never be found
You glance my way But your eyes don’t meet mine They see past me, through me As if I weren’t there As if I were specter in the night Blending in with the shadows That linger in the corners of the room, And in the darkest parts of your mind Where very little light finds its way in
Your eyes rest on an old fadedphotograph On your dresser A remnant of a long ago That now only lives In a place in your mind Reserved for memories That ache and weep To be brought back to life But cannot be Snippets of moments That weren’t tainted By the darkness of today And I watch you smile A somber, gentle smile That doesn’t reach your eyes
And I want to reach back Reach through the darkness And gather all those moments Into my arms Those moments where only Innocence was known Only light Only love Piece them back together Into a collage to be held And felt all over again Something tangible To be tenderly cradled in your arms Mold them into kaleidoscopic dreams Splashing color All over a world That is only black Wrap them up in a bow And hand them to you As my gift But it can never be
The soft scent of longing Reaches my nose Tickling my skin With the urge to Sneeze I hold back For fear of Being exposed And disintegrating Into the blackness of Night Where I’ll never find My way back to you
Satin sheets Cool Beneath Your bare, flawless flesh As I take you into My tender, loving embrace And wonder if you can feel my Touch My invisible arms around your Body My long hair as it softly flows Around you As your own wavy chestnut hair Falls To your shoulders Like waterfalls At night Cascadingover Glistening mountainsides Threatening to crumble Beneath the heaviness Of my yearning My pastel pink polished Fingernails Tenderly running Through the locks Of your hair As if to calm the storm That rages within
I watch you reach up And softly brush your fingers across the translucent red lipsticked kiss I leave on your cheek A hint of confusion In your eyes, A faint flicker of fleeting recognition An almost knowing look As your fingertips linger, lightly, on your cheek
And I feel you shudder As Your wineglass Suddenly Falls to the floor, The rim, streaked With your pink lipstick Rose wine Spilling Onto the white Carpet Like the atmosphere Itself Bleeding into the night Sounding like A constellation of stars Shattering Into a million Little pieces As you unknowingly pull out of my arms To reach for the glass And that ache in me Exacerbates With each Breath you take
I can feel you In your soft tears In your loneliness That I long to heal Those thick layers I try to peel back To set you free
As you journey through Those endless black tunnels That you think you travel alone But I am always with you And I want to run to you
But I am not yours
I am not yours
And never will be
But in life and in death I will forever be marked by you
This photo above is my glitch art. I made it myself. It’s created with a tool called pixel sorting or processing.
I wrote this around 15 years ago. My phone crashed, and I lost most of my writing. But this one survived.Losing years and years of my work was devastating. It triggered a depressive episode. After the depressive episode ended, I still couldn’t bring myself to think about writing new stuff after all the old stuff got lost. I have written more recent stuff after a while. It wasn’t necessarily good, and wasn’t for publishing or anything, but it was work I was happy to have for myself, things inspired by my real experiences.
This poem is one of the very few surviving old ones.
This poem is called Amber.
Amber
I hear her loud screams Through the night As the walls shake To the sound That reverberates Through severed veins Managed to be sewn Back together After fountains of scarlet Pouring out Like red wine Tainting everything it touches
My room is almost empty The girl who was beside me Night after night Has been taken away Her clothes and things Packed up and moved To another place Her arms and legs Now in thick metal shackles To match the invisible ones Chaining her To some secret hell No one else can touch
Now I am left alone With Amber’s psychotic Ramblings And violent screams That echo through me Like broken galaxies Lost in the endless darkness Of space They stick needles into her arms While she protests Violently kicking and thrashing Convulsing She is dragged to the quiet room Just across the hall Where she is alone And drifts into a deep, dark sleep But not for long Soon enough She is awake With her hysterical sobs And her dark fears The voices scream at her Inside her head I hear them too I can feel them pulsing Through my own body Malicious Demanding Persecuting As I sit on the edge of my bed And stare up at the white ceiling And blank walls Wondering How this place got so large It seems to expand before my eyes Limitless spaciousness The vastness is almost unbearable Making me dizzy As the voices grow louder More threatening As they bounce off the walls And back But they all pretend they can’t hear All they hear are her agonized screams Through the night That pound through my head Her dark hair Messy and scraggly Her eyes filled With dark horror As she claws at her own face
Somewhere I know There is a girl Deep within her Buried Beneath layers and layers Of pain, despair, fear And screaming voices A girl who needs and yearns And loves But the strange voices Drown out her own voice Quiet it Until it almost seems not to exist But I feel her Deep within me Her light Dim and flickering But still present The doctors and nurses And the technicians Come into my room Again and again Telling me to turn off the light Get to sleep To forget about Amber But the voices Won’t let me sleep Amber’s voices Clash with my own And become a choir Of haunting screams Something deep within me Implodes Like empty rooms With walls Closing in Suddenly, this place Isn’t so large anymore It’s small and stuffy Claustrophobic My walls close in And my breath quickens Along with my pulse Fear paralyzes me And I can’t scream But her screams Still blast through me Like the moon exploding In a dark sky And I get cut On the hot celestial shards My skin bleeds And my heart pounds And I am dragged away Into a deep, dark place Where there is nothing But loud Agonizing Screams And voices That never sleep Echoing all Throughout a night That never seems to end
I hope you are having a beautiful day or night wherever in the world you are!
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“I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times, in life after life, in age after age, forever.” ~ Rabindranath Tagore ❤
This is a line out of the beautiful poem, “Unending Love” by Rabindranath Tagore. Isn’t it beautiful?!
Have you ever met someone, maybe even more than one person on different occasions through the years, and felt an instant connection after talking to the person? It may not be someone you ever saw again, maybe it’s someone you met at a busstop or on a park bench, or it may be a person you eventually became close with. It can be someone online or in person. It doesn’t even have to be in a romantic way. I love meeting someone and feeling a “soul connection.” A feeling like “I have known you forever or in another life” even if you don’t actually believe in other lives. It’s a beautiful feeling.
This is an amazingly beautiful poem that seems riddled with a kind of sorrow along with love. It’s deeply inspiring. Love of any kind can inspire us in general.
“Old love but in shapes that renew and renew forever.”
What a beautiful concept! Even old love can be like new. Each day, each minute, each moment is another chance to love.
“Universal joy, universal sorrow, universal life. The memories of all loves merging with this one love of ours – And the songs of every poet past and forever.”
“You’re the kind of woman Who could make someone Hum corny love songs In a crowded elevator. You’re the bubbles in champagne. The sizzle in the afternoon. You’re the reason they invented moonlight.”
Lol! Aww!
In CVS, a few days ago my sister and me were looking through all the valentine’s day and birthday cards just because. We had no intention of buying any. It’s just fun to look at all the pretty cards and read the funny, sweet, and sappy messages!
Even if you don’t have a lover, you can still be the amazing woman who is the sizzle in the afternoon, The bubbles in champagne the one who inspires people to hum love songs In crowded places, the girl who Moonlight kisses the Earth for! What’s more important than searching for a lover? Searching within to be the best you that you can be in general. if you find romantic love soon, that’s amazing! If not, that’s amazing Too! And if you already found your one and only, that’s amazing! Lol
Just as there’s great things about being in a romantic relationship that you don’t have when you’re single, there’s great things about being single that you don’t have when you’re taken.
It’s up to you to find it.
There’s something amazing in every season of life!
And remember, no one completes you. You are already whole just as you are. Friends, family, lovers, kids, Others all bring out parts Of you in that way only they can, coax out the joy reserved for only them in ways no one else can, we all complement each other and bring out different kinds of joy in each other but we don’t complete each other, we are all whole just as we are.
Love yourself, bask in your own beauty, both inside and out, be your own valentine, every day!
If you don’t have a valentine this year and are sad and lonely about it, Aww well then I’ll be your valentine! Even if it’s just in a friendly, platonic way and not the romance you were hoping for. Who is to say Valentine’s Day is all about the romance anyway! All love is important! ❤
You don’t need romantic love to be happy and full of joy! Hugs & kisses to you! Muahhh!! ;-D ❤
A Dose of Inspiration 