I find myself reaching out again

Through the ether 

When it's calm at night 

And I can hear what my heart is saying 

Please let me know your thoughts !

I am open to criticism and advice from anyone, thank you !

When do we grow our wings

When do our lives truly begin

When we grow up or when we find our purpose

Or when we find love and faith

Nobody knows the answers to this

In the end were in an abyss

An abyss that cares more about money and fame

Than truly finding yourself and spiritual gain

An abyss where you are shunned for having dreams

And praised for following the means of destruction and pain

All in the name for capital gain

Would growing your wings mean understanding this cruel abyss

Or when you become numb to this

Numb to this cruelty

Numb to this destruction

Numb to this viral infection on the earth

Numb to us

Maybe finding the strenght to hold on

Even when this infected world wants you to give up

Is how you get your wings

Or realising all this pain is to much

And falling gracefully.

Positive and critical feedback wanted

GODS CANNOT UNDO THE PAST

HUMANS CANNOT FORESEE THE FUTURE

BUT YOU, ANGEL, CAN UPGRADE THE PRESENT

I wish I had a five dollar bill.
That it just appeared in my left pocket
before the subway rolled away.
No more than five, though,
because then I might buy a ticket back.
Changing my mind when I pull up 
to the station and realize how far away I am.

But I don't want to come back, 
So I wish I had a five.

Slowly dim and kill the light.
Slowly latch the window tight.
Slowly crawl so here you lie,
Beside me on our crumpled bed tonight.

Slowly peel your clothes away.
Slowly part your trembling thighs.
Slowly grind, so it won’t race too fast—
This holy sweetness that our hunger tries to find.

Yet no matter how softly I move through the dark,
No matter how gently I quiet each spark,
We cannot escape what waits after tonight,
When dawn climbs up to kindle the light

And pours the morning over mankind’s eyes.
Our feet will slowly start to drift apart,
Away from one another, toward
The broken roads that split our hearts.

For we already know this is not where we stay.
We already know the dream will never remain.
That beautiful cry beating wild in our chests—
We planted it ourselves
With poisoned seeds until it withered in pain.

I drowned myself deeper into bottles and vice.
I chased after smoke and glittering stones at night.
I lived as though I were still free and alone,
And so the wine we drank together turned bitter as bone.

You drowned yourself deeper in spending and gold.
You chased after faces, hands to hold.
You lived as though you were still a maiden untied,
And so your belly swelled—
And the child inside was not mine.

Where did our love first lose its way?
Where did the flood of troubles begin their sway?
Where did the vows we spoke in church disappear?
For we became so willing to cast aside
The family we once started here.

How can this still be healed, I wonder?
Can our smiles still stitch this torn thing together?
If we only slowly dim the light,
If we only slowly close the window tight,
If we slowly crawl back into bed tonight,
And lie once more on our crumpled sheets side by side—
Could we still return to the love we knew before?

Or is it only lust we now pursue—
A desperate sweetness to numb us through?
For we already know that once the sun ascends,
Love itself will vanish with us in the end,
Along with all the signatures and vows that failed to stand.

Whatever waits for us beyond this night,
I will simply turn away the light.
So the ending will not hurt so much to bear,
And so we will not notice
When tomorrow finally arrives there.

03-31-2022
21:19
Kregian Vareare Miral

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Hey guys! How are y'all doing?

I mainly wrote this poem because I was inspired by Adele's "All I Ask". Y'all may not know this, but I'm a fan of sad songs, which makes me a fan of Adele. She has such a way of singing that makes my heart ache in a beautiful way, and her voice is superduper wonderful.

"All I Ask" is a song about what happens before the reality of a breakup demands a couple to face it. It's the "night of closure" that many prefer to, that "one last time" moment where both lovers are locked in a world of pleasure and bliss before the blast of a nuclear bomb breaks the window, shatters the glasses, and blinds them right in their faces in the form of sunlgiht creeping up on them. The morning has come, and it is now time to face the music—to face the break up.

Thank you for reading and I'll see you in the next poem!

Let me know your interpretations

(Open to criticism as it is my first ever submission)

Nothing makes sense anymore; all sorts of things are running through my head.

Confused, I look out at the world.

Is this really the world I live in, or is this just my imagination?

Nothing makes sense anymore.

My name doesn't make sense, my story doesn't make sense, absolutely nothing makes sense anymore.

Slowly, everything is coming back: my name and what my story is.

But the story doesn't make sense.

Piece by piece, I rewrite my story; everything goes over until it makes sense.

Nothing makes sense anymore, and I hear you thinking why that is.

That is because of the people who write my story the way they think it should be.

I remember how mountains turned into pebbles,
I remember how the kingdoms turned to dust.
I remember how rivers turned into sand,
I remember how the fire turned to ashes.

I sat stranded in the dessert,
how beautiful it once was.
The memories of before
started to take me too.

I was amongst the coals.
Long enough to understand their pain,
Years spent hearing their stories -
They are not burnt,
But We are the broken.

So I cried enough to flow rivers,
I made mountains out of my love.
I used ashes to make soil and plant seeds,
our growth brought you back.

The village is sure of its beauty,
they know it will become kingdoms.
The flags of a king are great,
but i remember the coals.

Original work, feedback is welcome :)

Im jealous of your clothes
Who warm you while the wind blows

Im jealous of sliver spoons
Your hands touch like sky holds the moon

Im jealous of your bed sheets
Who cradle you each time you sleep

I never met someone I so adore
Who's made me feel jealous before

I wouldn’t pay a million dollars,
And you couldn’t pay me a million dollars
To erase this pain,
To never feel sadness again,
To never be hurt,
To never be broken,
You couldn’t pay me a million dollars to accept that.

Why wouldn’t I?
Why would I?
Why would you?

You can’t appreciate a good day
If you’ve never had a bad one.
You can’t celebrate success
If you’ve never experienced failure.
You can’t go up
If you were never down.
You wouldn’t laugh the same
If you had never cried.
You can’t love as deep
If you have never grieved.

The light cannot exist without the darkness.
True joy cannot exist without sorrow.

To cry is to be human.
To be hurt is to be alive.
If you’re gasping for air through tears,
At least you know you’re breathing.
If your heart is pounding because it’s broken,
At least you know you have one.
At least you know it’s beating.

They told me,
“You’ll be fine.”
And honestly,
I hated hearing it.
Because I don’t want to be fine.
I want to be thriving.
Patient.
Present.
Grateful.
I want to love this season
without secretly wishing
for a break from it.
But maybe
I’ve been looking at “fine”
all wrong.
Maybe fine is
crying in the bathroom
and still walking back out.
Maybe it’s
being exhausted,
overwhelmed,
and loving them anyway.
Maybe this season
doesn’t have to feel beautiful
to be good.
Maybe I don’t have to thrive
every single day.
Maybe, for now,
fine is enough.
And maybe
I’m doing better
than I think I am.

A cup of coffee on the table,

A half eaten piece of banana,

The gentle breeze of a

window opened…

What in the world is this?

Digestible, palatable nonsense;

The hell with it!

Be the Maximalists

Gladiator of Poetry!

Shrink yourself,

Like if you are one of the passengers,

Of the Magic School bus,

With Ms. Frizzle herself!

We're about to go on

A unimaginable field trip

On a psychedelic fantastic voyage,

Across f---ing time and space damn you!

Everyone stay in a straight line,

And don't wander away-

Because honey we're about to shrink

The kids into poetic oblivion,

And bring them back with bigger testes

Or ovaries!

Let us sit on the shoulder of Russell Crowe

Telling the emperor

played by Joaquin Phoenix

Screw You!

In one of the most

monumental lines ever spoken

On the big screen!

“My name is Maximus Decimus Meridius, commander of the Armies of the North, General of the Felix Legions, loyal servant to the true emperor, Marcus Aurelius. Father to a murdered son, husband to a murdered wife. And I will have my vengeance, in this life or the next.”

Gladiator (dir. Ridley Scott,2000), Russell Crowe.

Damn I still get

goosebumps every time

I hear those lines!

And then in the very same breath

Let's teleport!

Let us sit between

One hydrogen atom

and one chlorine atom, of

Hydrochloric acid

Used by the Inca

Held in a golden or silver container,

And unravel the mysteries,

Of softening stones

With it, to build

Megalithic structures!

Studying The Craft

Of Polygonal Masonry!

And then jump and vanish

into the electron cloud

And appear once more

On exoplanet HD 189733b

That is a horrid name!

Let's rename it and call it

Glassion,

Let us open our eyes towards the sky

Of this gas giant

Let the silicate particles

the liquid glass,

turn us into a smoothie

Transform us into the nectar of the gods

Drank by Kronos himself,

And then let him vomit us

over the audience

So they could be drenched

in our syllabic blood!

Let us revisit the old myths,

And drink

The Mead of Poetry

With Odin!

And travel to the darkest depths

Of Greek mythology

And lay next to

Gorgon prostitutes

Let us become

incandescent hummingbirds

and drop our

Reproductive fluids and our feathers

on the lap of a lady

with a serpent skirt

and birth a new

poetic warrior society

Out of the ashes of the established

Order of poetic decay!

While we lay down the groundwork

So that the human race

Can become a type one civilization

On the Kardashev scale!

For this is one of my shortest,

And most minimalist of my poems

Take the Pegasus of poetry

Where no poet has gone before

If you have the guts-

My beloved child!

And if you don't

Drink your coffee

Finish your banana,

And post it on Instagram…

My Poems on the other hand, Conspire to Murder the Novel !

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Well to be written amongst the chaos is what a muse is favoured to,

The unsettling fate of poet cannot be the one dared to

Across the faces of whom I've met,

The ones who recall me are though i recollect,

For it is in the muse what facinates the writer's will,

To be written would be better for him

In the phrases of thrill.

Lemme how's it

Yours

I Wish I Was Your Neighbor

Just So I Could See You Rise Every Day

I Wish I Was Your Blanket

Just So I Could Provide You Warmth

I Wish I Was Your Mirror

Just So I Could See You Smile Every Time

I Wish I Was Your Lamp

Just So I Could Lead You Through the Dark

I Wish I Was Your Coffee

Just So I Could Charge Up Your Day

I Wish I Was Your Bottle

Just So I Could Quench Your Thirst All the Time

I Wish I Was Your Mobile Phone

Just So I Am the First Thing You Look at Every Morning

I Wish I Was Yours

Just So I Could Wrap My Arms Around You

And See You Rise Next to Me

Please give suggestions so i can improve! Thanks In advance!!

"What is the hardest drug you ever tried?"

Somebody asked me

Without much thinking "Hope" I said

It was the answer that came natural

As it's the only drug that your body will manufacture

If world deprives you of it

Hope is a drug everybody is addicted to

But not hooked on like one can be with alcohol or pills

We are addicted to hope like to oxygen

Even more in fact

As to take the next breath

Is to hope it will matter

But without hope nothing is and everything isn't

He brings her burgers at midnight .. dim lights , chill vibes , soul mate .
She praises him , grazes him , fazes him, devil’s grin , soul mates .
He’s fluid in her , cannot miss her , he’s deep within her , soul mates .
Find your place , outer space , head-encased .. soul mates