More Than Listening

[heavythoughtsneedsharing]

Where is he?

Where is my boy staring longingly from the sidelines? Where is my cheeky goof, my melancholy heart, my soft growth? How long is he going to linger while I search for him? Why does he wait when I'm standing right in from of him? Can't he see the dying hope in my distance stares and nervous conversations? Can't he hear me run after the illusion of him? Doesn't he know how he'll complete me?

Why does he wait?

[storiesinthecupboard]

Funeral

I think something died that night

I closed the door, now I check it thousands of times  and rest, only occasionally 

I look up sometimes I take the train and fall asleep I listen to the sounds the roof makes and think about the closest thing

to rising up from six feet under,  I think I’d like that.

I think something died that night

I went to the funeral,  I remember nothing,  now I lie restless  and count numbers in my head 

I think I must have seen the signs but I didn’t,  it’s a constant reminder that I said my goodbyes,  but a little bit too late

I miss you,  I wonder if I ever knew you 

[paradoxinpoetry]

Built from Storms

maybe I wasn’t meant

for the kind of love that sits quietly

the soft kind, the steady kind,

the kind that doesn’t shake the walls.

there’s a pulse in me

that craves the unsteady,

a restlessness that finds comfort

only in the chaos.

I don’t want peace that feels like distance,

or calm that tastes like silence.

I want something that bruises and breathes,

something that hurts because it’s real.

some hearts are made for gardens,

mine was made for thunderstorms

loud, relentless,

and always aching to be felt.

[heavythoughtsneedsharing]

Love is not only compliance. Love is not only obedience. Love is not only conformity. When I say, "No, you're wrong," that can be love too.

It is love. It's always been love. That's why you say it too.

[fortressofserenity]

He didn't part

He didn't part the storm,

But he made her survive

It, however tough it is.

[omneco]

[mournfulroses]

Mary Shelley, from her novel titled "Frankenstein," originally published in 1818

[literaryvein]

L. V., excerpts from the afterword: after Sylvia's "I am, I am, I am."

[heavythoughtsneedsharing]

You see the word "poets" and "poetry" and "poems" enough and they just stop looking like real words at all.

[heavythoughtsneedsharing]

Been watching you creep farther towards the cliff like you want to jump off but your movements are still stiff

You don't want to come back you want to block the save so the sirens can whisper deafening the splash of the wave

We used to stand by this fence watching them stride to the fall we used to debate a quick sprint to grab their wrists and pull with a call

"But that is abuse" you said then "But that is such hate" you say now I wonder if you gripped the wood tight because you always wanted to go down

[vexheart]

[heavythoughtsneedsharing]

All I wanted was you

Why couldn't you see that?

You could only see me

Wanting anything else.

[welcometomypov]

"I'll be honest. When we broke up, I was devastated. And I'm still getting over it. But at no point have I casted you as a monster. So why do you insist on making me one?" "Why do you want to hurt me so badly?"

[heavythoughtsneedsharing]

I won't wish you the worst

I won't wish you the best

I'll just wish you farewell

[heavythoughtsneedsharing]

If I've told you once

And I've told you twice

Then I've told you too many times

[heavythoughtsneedsharing]

Thank you to everyone who got me to 50 likes!

[poetsmp-deactivated20250824]

Come Sit By Me (2015)

Come sit by me,

and I’ll ask you what your name is.

How old are you and where does your family come from?

Are they proud of you and all of the things that you’ve done?

Come sit by me and I’ll interrogate you for fun.

Come sit by me,

and I’ll ask you what you do for a living.

What are your hobbies and how do you spend your time?

Is it getting harder for you to make a living off a dime?

Come sit by me and I’ll make your heartbeat climb.

Come sit by me,

and I’ll be your new best friend.

Monopolize you as you alienate from the entire crowd.

Make you wonder what you’ve done that you could ever feel proud.

Come sit by me and I’ll shout your fears aloud.

Come sit by me,

and I’ll tear you apart from your comfort.

I will rip you away from every security blanket that you own,

and I will empty you out until anxiety fills up your bones.

Come sit by me and I’ll make you feel alone.

- Love, SMP 💙