loverman's lament

he/him | sometimes a poem blog | always open to prompts :]

[lovermanslament]

roses are red violence is cool, I spent seven dollars buying this crab for you

thanks for giving me crabs

[lovermanslament]

bathrooms

In the school bathroom, a solemn boy weeps,

In the quiet solitude, his secret he keeps.

His eyes, the rainclouds, heavy and gray,

Hold sorrows words can't convey.

The world outside is cruel and loud,

But in this small box, he's allowed

To let his tears cascade like rain,

Washing away his inner pain.

His trembling voice, a silent plea,

Aching heartache nobody can see.

In the bathroom's yellowish dim and somber embrace,

He finds a fragile space.

Each sob echoes in the tiled room,

A symphony of sorrow, a private gloom.

In the solitude of his silent cries,

He confronts his world of tearful skies.

Though the small bathroom's a shelter for his despair,

He longs for solace beyond the stall's cold air.

For in a world so sad, his tears persist,

In the school bathroom, he seeks a momentary twist.

[viverid]

glass eyes and long dead letters

smile like you mean it

it doesn't mean anything

radial lightning as a door

and a slow chemical release

it kills your friends and you watch it happen

and its about time you had a good laugh

to make your minutes with a white room fish eyes magnetic leeches white strips

i am coming out of your shell i am crawling out of your pockets

its always the same shit

smile like you mean it

for gods sake

for sake of innocent eyed glassy eyed long eyed dead eyed letters

and they never mean anything to anybody else

a divine anthem

an absolutely useless aurora chorus

coming from every door

come down calm down quiet down and write your letters

it doesnt mean anything

you know how to write again

you know how to read again

no more tripping over wild cherries

swallow the sky and stuff it down

greedy and ultimately useless

all this for what?

all this for what?

all this for what?

spinning and ultimately useless

i am so far away that it is a joke

i am so far away that i forgot what was so funny

multiplying while i look away

some fragment asking me where i am

some fragmented live location

i look for a sweetened breath

and it multiplies and inverts

into something ive never known

and i forget because i want to

i write my stupid letters and watch them

repeating on the ceiling

morphing on the floor

it doesnt mean anything so

i can sleep so

i forget to sleep so

everything fragments

and i write my letters

right!

thats the whole point

my pen looks me right in the eye

uncomfortably close and alone

magnetic anthemic erratic and

ultimately useless

im just going in circles

im outside of the fruit bowl

missing my station

waiting for it all to click

[deanepoetry]

Let’s paint your body with blush.

[kissedbyghosts]

Burn

I am not toxic, though I am polluted.

I am no slave though I wear these chains.

I am not evil, though the cuts are cruel and deep.

I am not afraid though I have lived in terror.

I am not dead, yet Death blooms all around me.

I am not Darkness, for I am made of Fire.

What burns in me is as old as the stars, violent and beautiful as new beginnings.

What burns in me burns in you: the luminous memories of countless dead worlds.

There are no endings, only this spiraling dance of light, smoke, and showering sparks.

God? She is high, and life is just yen-shee. It is no secret that love is like fire, and if you would truly live, than everything must burn.

©️ JM Tiffany

[distilledmelancholies]

Write to me

Write about me.

I want my blue poison

to fill your impulse

and this venom that I am

to invade you slowly.

Let me drip through your lips,

slide down your neck,

your shoulder

and

     s l i p

                d

                 o

                 w

                  n

                all the way to your fingers

                            where I can drip

                                            word by word

                        so I can be property

                of your letters.

        Take the honey of my lukewarm lips

     and mix me in the inkstand of your fist.

                    Lean me on the paper

            and draw me with one sole line.

                              ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ

                  🎧 Everything by Lifehouse

©️ Distilled Melancholy

[earnestlyn-deactivated20260124]

reality

Indefinitely I was afraid of a lot of things. As a girl, you’d say. It’s awfully funny to think about what would happen

if I hadn’t gave you that time of day.

If I hadn’t spent days and night trying to fill up some void my childhood had left.

If I hadn’t invest in something you warned me would never happen.

I let fear consume me, yet you told me otherwise.

You wouldn’t let me go and touch the grass with my feet and feel the breeze in my hair.

And I was afraid of being the one person I hated.

I was afraid of being loved to learn that it came with a price.

I was afraid of knowing the inevitable pain this will cause me.

I was afraid of the sacrifices I had to make.

However, I still did it. I faced my fears for you.

And to watch you stand there and tell me,

that it wasn’t enough?

You ripped me out of whatever I knew,

you peeled the innocence off my skin that I worked so hard to fix.

You made me unrecognisable and I became even more afraid of what else I had to do to prove to anyone else.

- n

[poetryhoney]

when i fell in love with you

it wasn’t sudden or new

it was slow, familiar, comforting

increasing with every moment i had with you

it was like

a song you had heard a long time ago

one that you don’t remember quite well

but now that you found it again

you can’t stop listening

or

a beautiful meadow

where you had never been before

but for some reason, you feel like you have

and oddly enough, you feel right at home

that’s how you made me feel

every time we’d share a laugh or a cry

i had more and more of a longing to be by your side

and as each day passed

all i hoped for was that it would always last

all i hope for

is that this will last

- eternity

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thank you for reading! <3

[penandparchments]

Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

- I Guess the Old You is a Ghost (#589: June 25, 2014)

[bunnighost]

[ditzybitzyspider]

went back to my old high school for homecoming and

seeing my ex and not knowing if he recognized me

so many faces i used to know

my old crushes

high heels hurting

when can i leave

[jessicaherrerawrites]

- Jessica Herrera

[ricoiscool]

teddy bear dreams

a poem by me🤍

I lay on your bed and listen intently

to the sweetest nothings

I’ve ever been told

I take a piece of you home with me

so when I rest, I have something to hold

It lays on my sheets like I do

and I whisper the sweetest everythings

I’ve ever dreamed

and for a moment,

my dreams aren’t as meaningless as they seem

I dream into its fluffy, cotton ears

everything i’ve ever yearned for

I dream Into its man-made,

inanimate

fictional ears,

the stories trapped in my brain

I dream so vividly every single night

that somehow you dream the same

Just to return the piece of you

who doesn’t remember my name

~ T

[petaltexturedskies]

Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Vanessa Bell written c. August 1908

[typewriter-worries]

[ I wonder if you talked about me, as you went home, or thought of me when the moon rose, ]

[fromdarzaitoleeza]

{Words by L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Avonlea/ Jacqueline Woodson, If You Come Softly}

[feral-ballad]

Yanyi, from Dream of the Divided Field: Poems; “The Friend”

[Text ID: “stop fighting, but I am not / fighting. I am noticing / where I don’t exist. / I should leave.”]