You can feel it. The overwhelming dread of it all, the persistent paranoia; draped upon your shoulders like a cloak. It seems to swallow you whole. It’s what makes you sit down in the shower, wailing into your folded arms as the painfully hot water falls onto your back. It’s the tactile hallucinations of someone standing right behind you, watching you. It makes you feel like you’re delusional, like you can’t tell anybody or even begin to explain any of it. They wouldn’t understand. It’s the same thing that forces you to battle yourself into staying awake as long as possible so that you […]
one of my biggest coping mechanisms is songwriting, so I thought I might share something I’m working on. it can be read like poetry I guess, it communicates a lot of the feelings I have about my recent abuser. even though its in present tense, the song is referring to past events. im no longer in contact with my abuser and am on complete social lockdown.
it’s so possesing
can’t stop myself
you hold me close
just to bruise me
why is your love
i’m supposed to feel safe here
but everything’s so cold
you get me so high […]
My mind is like a maze.
Trying to think positive, but always go to the negatives.
I need to escape this pain, this hurt, these thoughts.
I’m in class, then boom…
It hits me, all of a sudden I want to die.
At night my thoughts races, for seconds, minutes, and hours.
They don’t stop until midnight.
Six hours until you have to wake up, yet you still can’t fall asleep.
You wake up to your alarm, wondering how you even fell asleep with your mind so active at night.
You then have to go to school just to do it all over again.
When will my mind stop?
Miguel De Unamuno – An Eternal Elegy
Oh Time, Time,
Oh terrible mystery!
The past does not return,
it never comes back again,
Yes, ancient, but always the same,
. . . . . . . . . . . .
When consciousness is deprived
of the passage of time,
what is it that remains?
What happens to light if the mirror is broken?
. . . . . . . . . . . .
You said: ”I’ll go to another country, go to another shore,
find another city better than this one.
Whatever I try to do is fated to turn out wrong
and my heart lies buried as though it were something dead.
How long can I let my mind moulder in this place?
Wherever I turn, wherever I happen to look,
I see the black ruins of my life, here,
where I’ve spent so many years, wasted them, destroyed them totally.”
You won’t find a new country, won’t find another shore.
This city will […]
(Maybe it was because you hadn’t
The lad was going blank.
It was ten in the morning.
His heart was growing full
of broken wings and rag flowers.
He noticed there remained
just one word on his lips.
And when he took off his gloves
a soft ash fell from his hands.
A tower showed through the balcony door.
He felt he was balcony and tower.
No doubt he saw how the clock,
stopped in its […]
This poem is based on the ancient Greek epic poem Odyssey, which is attributed to the legendary author Homer. Quick summary of the Odyssey: there was a war between the ancient Greeks and the Trojans (Troy was – and still is – located at nowadays North-western Turkey), the Greeks laid siege on the city of Troy for 10 years and they destroyed it (there’s another ancient epic poem, Aeneid by the Roman author Virgil, that picks up the story after the destruction of Troy, but let’s stick to Homer’s Odyssey for now). After that, one of the Greek kings named Odysseus (in Latin: Ulysses) set out for Ithaka, his […]
Although I may never commit suicide
I spend parts of each day thinking about suicide –
Thinking about how I lack the courage to do it.
I wake in the mourning with 60 per cent depression.
That’s how it remains for the whole day,
Except for the odd occasion in a year
In the doorway or on the street I meet by chance
For a few minutes a woman passing-by
Who has the time to stop and talk for three minutes
Or five minutes or even sometimes seven or eight minutes,
Who rocks back on her heels in her pink, hooped skirt
With laughter, no matter what the topic.
Depression and despair are two different states
Of mind, […]
Just as dry summers pant for the first rain,
so thou art thirsty for a happy home
and for a life remote, like hermit’s prayer,
a corner of forgetting and of love.
And thirsty for the ship upon the sea
that ever onward sails with birds and sea-things,
filling its life with our great planet’s light.
But unto thee both ship and home said: ”No!
Look neither for the happiness remote
that never moves, nor for the life that ever finds
in each new land and harbor a new soul!
Only the panting of a toiling slave
for thee! Drag in the market place thy body’s
nakedness, strange to the strangers and thine own!”
From the poetry collection ”Life […]
To die to sleep… to sleep… perchance to dream.
(Hamlet, act iii, scene iv)
You are the dream of a God; when you awake
will you return to the womb where you were born?
Will you then be what you were before?
Will your death be a new birth?
Is this dream absent during wakefulness?
Luckily here the mystery assists us;
as a remedy of our sad life
our fate remains an inviolable secret.
Let your future remain hidden under the fog
and walk calmly […]
George Vizyenos – The Dream
(Translated by Timothy Adès)
Last night I saw all in my sleep
a river deep:
God let it not come true!
Silent as night beside the flood,
moon-pale, there stood
a young man whom I knew.
– – –
With force the stormwind striving
near drove him from the living;
waves sucked his feet with kisses,
him down to their embraces.
– – –
Not by the storm I thought him
despairing wretch forsaken.
To snatch him safe I speeded,
nor caught him:
abruptly he was taken.
– – –
I stooped towards the river,
him to discover:
my own pale corpse I knew!
My Poetry (WanderingDreamer91)
A. Untitled (Night)
(Old: 2006-2010 (14-19); High School Teen on GaiaOnline)
The full moon at night,
what a beautiful sight,
the stars dance in twilight,
piercing the darkness with all it’s might.
(August 13, 2017 (Sunday) (26); Facebook/My Puns-Rhymes Computer Document)
(Note: I guess I didn’t have a poetry document or didn’t feel like using one for some reason, I don’t know, I found this again by chance. :p I was even wondering about sharing some, but meh…)
Topic: A dirge/requiem poem I created
(A parting for loved ones and animals)
Now your time has come to pass,
our memories of you shall not be crass,
so lay […]
Here’s a poem I made on Facebook on June 1st, when I really needed to vent. :p
(It’s a bit dark and sadomasochistic, instead of just plain masochistic, I hope that’s okay…)
Not that anyone cares, most people just ghost me…
People usually ignore me or hate me, I’m not sure if anyone is at fault when people leave me or don’t want to talk to me and I’m not sure if I should even care…
I just want to be myself… people are too different from me…
I might […]
Will the doors of our perception ever be cleansed?
Hey,you know that you’re not a burden…In fact,you’re one the nicest persons I’ve ever talked to.I keep thinking of you and I admire and respect you.I don’t think that anyone has something mean or bad to say about you (well,at least here in the SP). Now,since you like poetry,I’d like to do something for you… I’ll give you a poem (and I hope you’ll like it) written by one of the greatest poets who ever lived…This is ”The Guest House” ,by Jalaluddin Rumi (translated by Coleman Barks):
The Guest House
This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.
A joy, […]
I liked literature,poetry, and history since I was a little boy.Even though I never went to a college or a university,I continued to read-that kept me going for a long time.I came across Karyotakis’ poetry when I was young-oddly enough,they taught us his poems at school-and I was immediately hooked.Karyotakis is one of the most famous and the most important Greek poets.He wrote about alienation,depression,melancholy,anxiety,pessimism,and death,amongst other things.He committed suicide in 1928.I found on the internet some of his poems translated into English and I would like to post some of them here.If you like poetry,I suggest you should look out for his work,especially if […]
Junk fucked grunge and grime and became punk in time followed by this dope laced rhyme is blue lips and rolled back eyes with a rope tied tight you might find the right side of life when every body is done crying at your funeral they go back home and do the same thing as you but they don’t understand the point of view you had and why you choose to tie ropes to rocks and throw those hopes over the beam tied real tight so you could kick the chair from under your feet in the same place under that bridge you used […]
I’ve never been in love, and I’m not very loved, and I don’t think I’ll ever fall in love.
I’d really like to, one day. But I don’t know if I’m capable. I don’t think I’m capable. I don’t expect it, and I have no hope for it in my life.
Nevertheless, I still think about love, a lot, even though I probably can’t love, and I can’t be loved.
This is a very well-known poem, but every once in a while, when I feel breakable and like I really want to be held, even just to pretend that that is what love feels like, it pops into […]
I’ve started writing poetry about how i feel from day to day, I would like it if i could get some advice on what i wrote
It is so lovely
The deeper we sink into depression
It sooner blossoms in our fears and our desperation
It tears our hearts and makes them bleed
But it is a new start, a new beginning
No matter how deep the pain flows
In the deepest veins it courses
It travels, It spreads
Yet still, is the light in our dark and gloomy life
Every life is sad and lonely
the people who learn to accept it live happier
I want to overdose and die
I want death
I almost crave it.
How do I stop these thoughts? All I seem to think about is death. Suicide. Being pain free. Am I wrong for that? Am I being selfish? Don’t I have a say in my life? Yes… I am being selfish. And, yes, I am wrong.
Where has the time gone? I’m losing track of everything and I can’t seem to grip onto something and stay focused and keep moving with life. I feel so stuck and out of place and away from myself, from the world, from reality. I’m so lost and angry and horribly sad and I […]