There always sometimes you fell so lonely, so down, hopeless, meaningless, that your existence is useless in this fucking world. And wanna go far far away. Lost. Disappear. Gone. Forgotten in people’s mind.
It’s fucking exhausting and frightening,
To get back to normal daily routine life - after vacation.
I turn down other offers
As I sit here and wait for you to come back
The moon is full and bright this hallowed night
I should be shining alongside her
But I’m full of this darkness
This Vantablack soot which masks my persona
You were the only person who saw past the grime
And you told me you liked me for what was in my heart
When I didn’t even think that I had one
But I’m alone now, spending my days reminiscing
Sneering at gifts of bouquets of roses
I don’t need them if my soul is in bloom
I can’t let go of you
I can’t let go of you
I can’t let go of you
Let’s go to the Cappuccino Coast
Where the ocean gets churned and frothy,
To the cliffs of Mexico plains of Africa,
Let’s build a fjord of the Tigris and Euphrates
To find the real Eden.
Let us float through villages of boats
Have our eyes struck dumb by the Himalayas
And their persistence in sky climbing,
Grab our shovels and find chariot wheels
At the bottom of dried up sea beds.
We can travel the earth with our tongues
Taste every nation’s bread
Lets resurrect ancient dialects
That were stolen and now are dead.
We can face and defeat all sharks and spiders
Just to prove we’ve mastered fear,
But after let us just come right back here.
To the creaky steps and torn up carpet,
The windows that need mending
And laundry never ending.
Let’s do it all and see everything
Just to know in our heads
What our hearts already clutch
That waking up next to you
Is the real adventure
The truest bliss I’ve known
Is the shiver from your touch.
- Vagabond Prophet
Today I ran into your arms crying,
Said I needed to feel wanted.
Tonight we talked for hours,
Time passing as if it were candied.
My mistakes and fear,
All but forgotten.
What about after I leave?
When I’m still awake and you’re asleep?
What about tomorrow?
When I remember everything I was worried about?
What about next week?
When I long so deeply for you again?
I can never ask for your affection,
I can only beg for it.
You seem so far above me,
Something priceless I’m not allowed to touch.
Something so fragile,
Something I’m just too scared to break.
Sometimes I worry that you’ll shatter,
Like colorful candied glass.
Beautiful and delicate,
Too good for a brute like me.
لو كان لي قلبين، لا خذت جميع أحز انك واتعابك لتتضاعف في جسمي الضعيف، وتركت لك قلباً مليئاً بالفرحة.
If I had two hearts, I would take all your sorrows and troubles away, to let them multiply in my weak body, and would leave you with nothing but a heart filled with joy.
Apakah aku harus menyampaikan rindu ini setiap waktu?
Atau aku harus mulai membiasakan diri menjalani hari tanpa keberadaanmu?
for now. for a. still.
A poet’s parlance
I speak in a definite language
I have always been
Its bearer of words
Its trumpeter of lyrics
Its purveyor of choruses
I dissect letters
Piece by piece
To common things
Like how I could compare
Of a violin playing
Somewhere in the distance
To midnight restlessness
Or how I add adjectives
Or verbs or nouns
To intangible things
Or how I could make
Or make the intangible
Even more intangible
Just like how I add the word
To the word “midnight” or how I add
The word “garden”
To the word “mouth”
And how I pull emotions from it
To make an entirely new poem
“Drops of midnight drench my skin
As your memories still smolder
Tonight I dedicate
Another shout into the void.
Do you still have
That garden in your mouth
Where people fall victim
To the snakes under its grass?
I remember how
You poisoned me with your words
I have your words
Running through my veins
And now, I bleed words
On certain nights
Where your poison
Is too much to bear.”
In my words,
I could extend infinities
Make eternities last
A little longer
I could make intersecting worlds
And make silence be
Its primary language
I can make this poem be
An elegy to myself
Or just another set of words
Finding its way
In the back of my hard drive
This is my language
Intangible, inscrutable, indecipherable
Layers of meaning,
You will never get lost
In this maze of
This is my metaphorical language,
The tongue of the damned,
The dialect of the broken,
The words of the uncommon.
Just yesterday, in my privacy, a badly wounded little bird took flight
and allowed herself to think for a moment that you were beautiful.
He, who dances with the stars,
with shining lights like grooves in his dimples,
crouched in his indecipherable eyes.
Honestly, I run the risk of getting lost in him and
not find the way back home that one day I already lost.
Fool, your smile bathes the earth of the blood that covers its bowels.
It’s your fault, now the water of my soul is poured
into the transparent drops of your two-syllable name.
Two wings, my wet eyelashes.
A butterfly forgetting the glass of her prison,
the throat dry before so many verses enunciated
in the lonely absence of my nights.
But my love is in the rain.
Words, words, words…
And yet I am mute over the crimson sop in the equator of your mouth.
He, who dances with the stars.
Looking at you I am lost in a fire,
you are stabbing a slanted knife in a wound without time.
Thus I surrender, in the dark, with an open heart.
I surrender, my moonchild love, I surrender to you.
Even if it’s just me
Even if it’s just you
Even if the world is nothing without you.
I still be the one
Who only needs you,
As the living things need water.
As the sky needs blue.
As the garden needs a gardener.
As the foodball needs a player.
As the truth needs proof.
As the girl like me need you.
I love you,
As you did too.
But now you’re gone
And I flew too.
What’s Wrong with Me
I’ve spent my whole life watching girls I love
Love other guys more than they ever did me
Went above and beyond for him
But never for me
I’m a little hesitant to open up and admit
When I catch feelings for a girl
Because it’s always one sided
I’m traumatized from it
Is there something wrong with me ?
Am I ugly ?
Is it my personality?
It feels like I’m wearing women repellent
Never said I was perfect
But I’ve come across so many girls
That rather be with a guy that raises their fist
And cheat then to be with me
I know I’m a million miles from perfect
I’m a working progress
But I honestly feel I’m worth it
But my lack of attention I get from females
Makes me feel worthless
I’ve been on the shelf so long
I’m collecting dust
Doesn’t feel like nobody is in a rush
To pick me up
What’s wrong with me ?
I never thought I’d pray for memory loss
But I don’t give a damn about the cost
I can’t quit thinking about you
It’s so pathetic I regret ever
Opening up my mouth and confessing
I had a crush on you
Everything was going great until
I started fooling with this drug called love
Now look at me heartbroken and strung out
Looking for a way out
Because I’m tired of being stuck
THERE LIES MAGIC IN THE FIRST LINES
THE FIRST LINES YOU SPEAK IN FRONT OF AN AUDIENCE
THE FIRST LINES YOU SPOT IN THE CORNERS OF YOUR EYES ONE MORNING OFF GUARD
THE FIRST LINES OF A SONG YOU IMMEDIATELY KNOW WILL BREAK YOUR HEART.
THE FIRST LINES IN A NEW NOTEBOOK.
THE FIRST LINES YOU DRAW UPON SOMEONE ELSE’S EXPOSED CHEST.
I DON’T KNOW YOU WELL ENOUGH YET
TO KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT YOU
BUT I KNOW THAT
YOU’RE GONNA MAKE IT EASY.
AND THOSE ARE THE FIRST LINES YOU INSPIRED.
Your First Lines | My Thoughts in a Teacup
Вот и Август послушно упал на ладони,
Снова стали задумчиво-долгими ночи,
Шепчет мудрая девочка в лунной короне:
Чем длинней ожиданье, тем лето короче…
Я губами ловлю её лёгкие пальцы,
На их кончиках звёзды теплей и дороже…
…"мы с тобой две разлуки… два вечных скитальца…
И чем кончится это, ведь, ты знаешь тоже"
Её волосы мягко ложатся на шею,
Ничего не отдать — ни касанья, ни вздоха,
Я молчу, потому что ни слову не верю…
Потому что права, и всё кончится плохо.
Но пока мы вдвоём, осень ближе не станет,
И не сдвинется Август на краешек лета,
Здесь никто никого никогда не обманет,
Даже если оставит вопрос без ответа.
Просто мы в каждой жизни начнём всё сначала —
Наших встреч на одну больше, чем расставаний…
… — а ведь я до тебя никого не прощала…
… — а ведь я до тебя не держал обещаний…
Как бы нам научиться, хоть раз, не бояться,
Что ушедшее лето потом не вернётся…
Сумасшедшим нельзя навсегда расставаться,
Ведь любовь не отпустит, уж если найдётся.
she ain’t no lover,
she ain’t no fighter,
she ain’t got nothing
but cold hard desire
and she ain’t gon’ rest
till she’s the best
like a Girl Scout bitch
puttin’ patches on her vest
she’s got a daddy that’s mean
an ol’ fightin’ machine
no, she ain’t gotta worry
when she’s walkin’ the streets
and she got no heart
yeah, she lost that part
says she never did care,
says she ain’t gon’ start.
Writers Block Prevention Society
poem by @magdaaalene
I’m in a state of drunkenness again,
I wish that those dead flowers
Would rise from their graves,
And join me for a glass of poison.
If only for tonight.
You know I tried to sift out the murk,
And tried to capture a scent of old love,
Anything to escape this lonely prison;
Man-made, like everything else.
But youth never cared for excuses!
I tilt my glass and drink, toasting to the ashes
Of a magnificent Queen and her Drunken king.
Full moon lurking in the night,
With no tomorrow in sight,
I sit in this tunnel vision dream,