not a testmere moments agonot a test6 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
we laughed and talked
time calmly still
while we walked
then you were gone
out of the camera frame
this thing called life
can never be the same
so many minuses
carrying on traditions
nothing adding up
with so few additions
so desperate to survive
but fade they will
just as those who are alive
love alone is left to conquer
our worst and best
life is but a journey
not a test
Pay For LifeAlone, I lie awake, and thinkPay For Life19 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
diluted blood around my sink,
Drying up, it stains my clothes,
'will I forever be alone?'
'Is this what God has planned for me?
A life of death and misery?'
For this is what I must believe,
I pay for every breath I breathe
With blood, and scars, but never death
what I'd give for my final breath
please end my pain, i beg of thee
still, people laugh, and watch me bleed
My parents are not ever pleased
with anything that's done by me
Not loved be mother, or even father
whose love belongs to both my brothers
Alone, again, I think of this,
That in my death, will I be missed?
I will, I'm told by my belief
though I still drown in endless grief
Now I can barely take it all
And my opinion starts to fall
of myself and society
Against the things that i believe
And even though I'd sworn to last
Just like I had through all my past
so I would be freed from this place
And I'd be sent far beyond space
A debt for each breath breathed today
Is what I have that I must pay
ShadowThe darkness surrounds...Shadow23 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I sink into the valley.
There is no escape.
LoveIt's Way Easier To Find LoveLove1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
With The Lights Off
The Music Turned Down
It's Way Easier To Find Peace
With Regrets Disintegrating
Your Judge's Robe Put Away
It's Way Easier To Connect Two Souls
With Empathy Blasting In Your Ears
Forgiveness Bouncing Through The Halls
It's Way Easier To Just Forget
Everything I Just Told You
Settle For Less
But I Won't Do It
Until It StopsThere was a girl that's in my classUntil It Stops19 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Who I saw only ever laugh
Even though she was always down
And cried each night without a sound
She told me that before you die
Your life will flash before your eyes
And so, you see, within that time
Is all one has to say 'goodbye'
Soon on the floor beneath her feet
"with you", she cried, "my heart shall beat...",
said on a note that she had dropped,
"...until my heart then finally stops."
My Darkest HourThis sorrow all packed tightly in leather suitcasesMy Darkest Hour9 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
As I prepare to revisit ol’ Memory Lane
When all I had to worry about was my shoe laces
But now I just feel the pain
I just can’t contain this bomb inside of me
Light the fire and I’ll explode
Then maybe you could finally see
All the troubles and sorrow I withhold
Floating out in the depths of my own tears
With only the sound of my throbbing thoughts
Every waking moment clouded with fears
Why can’t I just go back and connect the dots?
Something FoundYou have seen me crying myself to sleep.Something Found10 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Still standing there, I have not noticed you.
Lies are twisting my soul, for that, you weep.
I am yearning for something real and true.
I can’t believe how you know I’m hurting.
You show me my wounds are going to heal.
Your truth spreads through me like a fire burning.
I am so overwhelmed with how I feel.
What is this feeling so sweetly forming and turning?
You speak to me through this melodic sound.
They said this is all you get; that’s a lie!
In “Much Like Falling,” there was something found.
Everlasting light shows me reasons why.
With warmth wrapping around my heart, I mend.
I find there is hope and joy in the end.
Tetapi Kau TidakIngatkah waktu aku mengejekmu untuk yang pertama kali.Tetapi Kau Tidak11 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
kukira kau akan marah padaku... tetapi kau tidak.
Ingatkah sewaktu aku menjatuhkanmu dengan keras.
kukira kau akan membenciku... tetapi kau tidak.
"Jumat, aku dibenci oleh semua orang bahkan bumi dan langit pun membenciku"
... tetapi kau tidak.
Disaat terakhir. kau tidak pernah berbicara kepadaku, tidak pernah menatapku.
kupikir bahwa kau masih dendam kepadaku... tetapi kau tidak.
Is It Pain?Is it pain?Is It Pain?13 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The man without a leg.
Is it pain?
When death is all he begs.
Is it pain?
When he sees no future.
Is it pain?
When he see's his mind as the worst feature.
Is it pain?
When there is no sanity.
Is it pain?
When the world sees nothing but abnormality.
I Can't Sleep This AMThe kitchen floor has become a surrogate worry rockI Can't Sleep This AM15 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
As my feet keep pace with the ticking of a manic clock
Because a bomb is about to the level the entire block
In a futile attempt to somehow ease this damn gridlock
Of the hellish static white noise
clashing with my childhood toys
And every damning unwise choice
That thickens and chokes my voice
cracking under the strain of remorse
Because back tracking isn't realistically possible
It's a tidal wave that's perceived as unstoppable
Wavering on deciding what exactly is responsible
For the collapse of Faith and Hope - the intangible
My heart cannot escape this narrowing stricture
As it races to flee, cursing its wingless structure
As if the flight response would dissolve the fixture
of terror and worry refusing to leave the picture
As if it could readily grant serenity an alliance
with mutual acceptance and the necessary compliance
to the adherence of loving myself and being forgiving
Of past mistakes and relearn the art of truly living
ObituaryI saw her sweet name in the ObituaryObituary23 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
she brought hope to the world like a missionary
she was a young flower
full of great power
she will be remembered as a visionary
WrangellI live in a place called Wrangell,Wrangell1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Right off of Zimovia Strait.
Whether or not I like it,
That is no debate.
The girls are snotty,
The boys are cocky,
The only pastime is minecraft,
And even that's getting a bit too blocky.
Now this is Alaska,
But i'd rather be here,
Than one town over.
I admit that I hate Wrangell,
And Petersburg's my home,
But going back there,
Would leave me chilled to the bone.
So I'll tolerate this place for now.
ProliferateIf you areProliferate7 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
a ball of anger,
then I must be hate.
I let it build
I let it infiltrate.
Down to the core,
it worms its way
till it's all I trust,
and I must
the chest of R.A.SA Broken Heartthe chest of R.A.S1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
like fragile glass
will still beat
in the chest of R.A.S
it still bleeds
but it breaks fast
cause all it needs
will never last
Can't be savedTake away this fearCan't be saved2 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Wipe away my tears
Cover up my scars
Bind up my heart
Save me from myself
But don't forget yourself
You matter too
More than I do
Don't worry about me
Don't you see?
I'm already broken
I should have spoken
But I don't want to drag you down
I am already going to drown
Drowing in the sadness
I can't take this madness
Expel these demons from my mind
Let me leave this all behind
Think about all I've braved
See why I can not be saved
Hidden TruthTears hide the truthHidden Truth5 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Can those same tears break a heart?
What does it mean to be told no.
Does that ever change?
At what point does one decide to smile instead of cry?
When do the tears end?
Is it when you come?
If you never do.
Am I to live forever in a world of tears?
Trapped: endlessly silent fears.
In a world where silence rules
Where do I draw the line?
Do I hide those tears forever?
Or at some point do I say enough.
What is the point?
The purpose that is it.
Why do I care?
I don’t know.
I know I’m not important
So why then…why long for you?
L'HiverIl neigeait, ce matin, et le ciel était blanc.L'Hiver10 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Les flocons s'écrasaient, couvrant d'un tapis pâle
Le sol de notre terre abandonnée et sale.
Il neigeait ce matin, installé sur un banc.
Il caressait sa barbe, assis sur son céans,
Il neigeait de sa main, l'étendant aux nuages.
Les flocons demandaient à voir du paysage :
Il voulait leur montrer ce qu'était l'océan.
Le timide coton s’immisçait dans la mer,
S'immisçait dans la terre... Et quel triste naufrage !
L'un fondait à vue d'oeil malgré son trop peu d'âge,
Et l'autre se noyait au creux des vagues claires.
Il neigeait, ce matin, et les larmes du Père
Succédèrent à Neige... Assis sur son céans,
Il voyait, désolé, expirer ses enfants...
C'est ainsi tous les ans, quand se pose l'Hiver.
Waehrend ich erfrierUnd während ich warteWaehrend ich erfrier11 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Ob die Helden doch komm'n,
Ist mein kleines Feuer
Längst zu Asche verglomm'n.
Und ich sitze im dunkeln,
Und ich zitter, ich stier
In die endlose Schwärze,
Während ich erfrier.
Und selbst meine Tränen
Heiß und kalt zugleich,
Rollen auf meine Wangen,
Bilden doch keinen Teich.
Und die Dunkelheit kennt
Nur das eine von mir,
Nur mein Weinen und flehen,
Während ich erfrier.
Und während ich warte,
Ob die Rettung doch naht,
Ist in meinen Adern,
Mein Blut längst erstarrt.
Und die Finsternis sieht
Dann als letztes von mir,
Nur noch weinen und flehen,
Während ich erfrier.
Life SupportShe fears the storm clouds that gather within her head,Life Support17 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
a mindset that reiterates what a trauma doctor once said.
It's like a bomb that was built with a self-replicating fuse;
an explosion unresponsive to meditation and prone to confuse.
She hides from everyone's eyes so they’re unable to see,
the scars that've led to isolation and provoke her anxiety.
She recalls when her lungs filled with so much fluid, they collapsed.
So she was kept on life support and her body felt completely trapped.
She knows that she should feel grateful for having survived,
but the terror within every fissure has completely redesigned.
The landscape that conveys why her thoughts still conform,
to the skeletons in her closet and the hostility of a storm.
Maybe someday soon the past will
no longer feel like it’s reoccurring.
Maybe by then someone will hold her
and make life seem less disturbing.
For now, she huddles in the loneliness of a pitch black pit,
As her tears well without falling, panic flip