I always thought
That I knew you so well
But as you sat
With Heaven beside you
While we began
To clear out
Your crowded bookshelves,
And cluttered rooms,
I started to see
All the quiet things
That no one ever knows.
And it was in those moments
That I realized
What an amazing and talented
Person you really were
And what you did for us
When life hit us hard.
If I had just one more day,
I would spend that time
Simply thanking you.
But since I can't,
I will appreciate
What I have and what I've become
Because of you. JD
*Because Of You* an ode to my...
The new you,
She opens her eyes
The suns gaze streams inside
She is cleared of the excess thoughts
Cleansed by the waters
Massaged by the sands
Fed by the trees
Loved by all
No sé lo que hago, lo siento
No sé si lo que hago esta bien o esta mal
Siento que decepciono a mucha gente
Algo está mal conmigo, lo sé
Siento un gran vacío que me desgarra el alma y trato de llenarlo, con mentiras, ilusiones, narcóticos, drogas, amor comprado, besos infieles al momento en el que vives que luego se pierden en la siguiente mentira que te dices a ti mismo, con el típico, estoy bien o voy a estar bien, me niego a pensar que me acostumbre a sentir dolor, pues no dejo de luchar, por al menos un gramo de luz y un segundo de amor real
Quiero llenar este vacío que hay en mí, no sé cómo, de alguna forma, aún que sea con mentiras, con engaños, un falso mundo, cualquier cosa es mejor a...
Idk today i feel like something is still left
Might be some sorta invisible cleft
My conscious commanding something is still incomplete
But everything is over then what's it
I am finding the ways to complete the left part
Though i don't know the task but still trying hard
Cause i dont wanna carry this regret cart
but got no time i have to depart
Thinking of past makes me regret
I wasted it completely i surely bet
But still there's a hope to leave the past and presently cope
But got no believe seeing nothing but smoke
Got nothing in my hands all i can do is pray
Got a home but still feeling stray
I seriously don't know how to deal with this trash
As i burned a...
There are things that should not be broken, but they do break, even bones fracture and heal, but in its anatomical cycle, it fails and it fails to regain its course.
In nature the earth cracks and breaks everything up on the ground, the largest and most robust tree falls, it breaks.
Things by themselves do not break, there is something else that causes their fracture, some strain injury. The heart in its pathophysiology breaks.
Things shouldn't break, but it happens, and the missing pieces don't stay in place, they get replaced, you find a way to replace it.
Things should not replace broken things, not if it is necessary, not if it is about surviving, being better, giving it a good li...
I am exhausted, and so are my poems
Of themselves, and of me,
But never of you.
My metaphors have taken to hiding behind your name
And my similes fail to abandon you.
And these pages,
They long to embrace you in every form of literature there exists.
My poems wish to capture you before full stops, between quotations and commas,
And every other sentence wants nothing more than to be filled with the way you make me feel on nights I’ve forgotten how to.
And if I ever give up on you someday,
Just know that my poems will stay to pick up the pieces of our abandoned love story.
~sd || A poem in love.
I won’t say goodbye
because it’s too sad.
I’ll try not to cry
even though I feel bad.
I’ll continue to write
because that’s what I do.
And when I pick up my
pen, I’ll think of you.
There are so many words I could say
descriptions I could rattle off freely
truth or fiction being of little bearing
for the practiced speech I'm breathing
subtle nuances in the art of deception
make for the coldest callous phrases
so of course I can hurl the cruelest barbs
"I don't love you"
"I'm glad we're finished"
"I never want to see you again"
Say them? Sure.
That doesn't at all account for the daggers
I swallow with every uttered syllable
and the open grave my throat has become
at this attempt to divorce my thoughts
from my feelings to salve some of the pain
in the fact that I don't mean a single word
and I've been stuck inside my own head
since the moment you pulled the 'chute
For all I am is an ocean,
And you stand at a shore,
You can see as far as your eyes go,
You dive in just to swim back out,
You like to dip your feet in it,
Or make a castle on the shore
For all I am is an ocean ,
Deep and endless
Wild and reckless
For all you see is the surface,
Just like so many.
You'll never know the life within,
All you know is of the gold
That sun spreads all over,
Colors of sky up and down,
But the story each drop has to say,
The whispers of every wave,
Dancing with the wind,
Laughing with the storm,
For all I am is an ocean,
At it's shore is your home!
De onrust in mijn hart
Tekent de storm in mijn hoofd
Door de wind waaien de woorden
Luchtig, vluchtig zijn beloofd
De regen wast mijn handen
Voelend, zoekend naar de pijn
Waar de waarheid licht begraven
Zal een deel van mij steeds zijn
Grof ontwortelde gedachten
In de losgewoelde grond
Kruip ik huilend door de aarde
Op mijn wangen, nek en mond
Hart van modder, zout en zandig
Graaf naar wat je hier niet vind
Wortelt zich nog een maal grondig
Maar wordt nimmer meer bemint
The removal of Me
I've seen how you removed me
And hide for me, away
In denial to the world
Of the things we had to say
I've seen you shuffle backwards
Fading footsteps in the sand
Carefully removing tracks
Of the things that we had planned
I saw you from a distance
Fading figure in the mist
Called to me your last goodbyes
With a word, I was dismissed
Here I smile now
But a promise through I'll see
Even as you've walk away now
The removal of Me
It lives in my darkness and it feeds on my pain.
It is scared of light.
I can feel it breathing on the back of my soul.
It makes me restless.
It is hard for me to sleep,
When everything I do feels so heartless.
Am I heartless?
I had a dream where I was swimming in a pool of salt.
It was hard for me to breathe because my light was off.
It felt like I was a deserted island.
Am I alone?
It has its heavy hands on my heart.
I cannot keep up with this feeling.
It is calling my name.
I broke my back bone to follow its moves.
Am I helpless?
This is all I know,
I can feel it grow,
As I fall.
Seems I cannot figure it out,
Can some gentle hands can pull me up?
I don't want to live with that feeli...
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Take care of yourselves, and be kind.
We’re all on edge
to see what will be.
No one knows what
to expect. But I guess-
going back to normal
will be stranger yet.
Friends can be fleeting
Some are blowing in the wind
Some are anchors
When the winds of change blow
They hold on and don't let you get lost in the flow
A cute boy
That studied abroad
To an audience awed.
Stacks of plastic cups
Lined in rows
He approached the girl
He says he knows.
A smudge of purple
On a white button
An anxious girl
Incapable of shuttin’ up.
A rain soaked
Red rock resembles a heart
She was quite cold and wet
For such a cheesy start.
A setting sun a perfect backdrop
For his unrealised intentions
In the car, she ducked his lips
And spoke apprehensions.
In the drivers seat she
Was given a delightful surprise
She returned his kiss
With closed eyes.
A new day had begun
As they kissed in the doorway
And to be each other’s only
They lay close and passioned
In a bed of na...
I could imagine that my dreams were
just part of your look
But the silence of your dreams has
made my mind
Turn your kisses into wind, so you
can live off them
& die within your absence, today i
can only look at you
You wil never know who I'm & why
I love you so much
Bcuz i prefer to live after anonymity,
I prefer to live in silence
I prefer to die in your silence
The disbelief is overwhelming
how can such devastating events
exist in the space of our minds
our conscious attention
We struggle to uphold
the soul of a nation
drowning in partisan narratives
and a unified directive
is a voice lost in the churning sea
We mourn the life of a man
who embodied the heart of a king
one we'd have followed
into the very jaws of death
and a passage beyond the end
This liquid darkness is maddening
painting everything in shadow
light will crest the horizon
though it's so very hard to see
standing within sight of hell