The poet under your bed

An overly pretentious person thinking their shoddy poems deserve another place besides their notebook.

[platos-pomegranate]

Sunflower

I told you about my favourite flower,

a sunflower

Its colours light up a room, it holds memories so dear to me

it’ll never fail to make me smile, the sight alone fills my every pore with joy

And yet it dies.

The petals wilt in misery, it lowers its head in shame

Gone is its brilliant radiance, now it’s old and dry

but so are my memories with it. 

I can only remember vaguely, those days of laughter and shine.

When the sun bathed us in warmth and we ran until it kissed us goodnight

I should be filled with misery and mourn, that the days of young have have gone

But i can’t help but feel joy among the sorrow

For when i buy another baquet, i know that they will wilt and die

But just as i live now, so will they, even if just for another day.

[platos-pomegranate]

Clementine

Oh life, how I scorned you, mourned you

convinced that life was all blue

but it turns out it was actually a diffrent hue,

something that wasn't all taboo

that it's not just all black-and-blue

or any shade of blue

Life is like dew

or home made brew

it's like wine

aged and fine

it's like the skyline or a clementine

Oh Life, you are fine :)

[platos-pomegranate]

Human

I wish to be human once more

Once i was, when i was younger and still a child

I wish to return to that nativity

Let it be said, that I have tried

I have tried to live as the thing you want me to be

Only alive to serve

Only there to desired

Only existing for your lust

[platos-pomegranate]

Human 1.1

I wish to be human

I wish not to be desired

Just let me exist as human

As ugly and horrible

As utterly pathetic and loadsome

Dont tell me im pretty, do not tell me how you love me

You do not

There is only one thing you want

One thing you desire of me

It is neither my heart or soul

Neither the stars or sun above

No, you only lust for the flesh

[platos-pomegranate]

I always said that I dont regret

I dont mind my wrong choices

I dont care about the consequences of a bad night

I live for the now, with the future in sight

But I cry, i cry to vehemently because i do

I realise that i do

I regret not talking to you

Not to talking to any of you

Of leaving behind something that i started

Of leaving something i couldve been part of

No. No, instead I isolated myself

Instead of living i let years of friendship go because of shame

Because of me, because of no one's feelings but my own

There was no fight

There was never something wrong

I simply sunk and didnt yell

I could've, i should've but i never wouldve

And now?

You live and god I could never hate you all for it

[kiranswriting]

A Winter Tree

There is a tree outside my window,

Tall it stands through all seasons,

Once, I saw its last leaf fall off,

A little sad if you think of it enough.

I saw it when it was all green and red,

I saw flowers bloom in their threads,

I saw little birds nesting on its branches,

I saw a warm welcome to whoever chances.

Now, it shies away under a blanket of foggy ice,

Its silhouette is written throughout the long night,

The sunshine tries to reach it with all its gold,

It looks like an ancient tale, a little bird unfolds.

@kiranswriting

[platos-pomegranate]

Nails painted green like the colour of the trees.

Knees shaking like I've never known peace.

Your eyes shine brightly, oh arent you just mighty?

When you make my heart feel so weak

The price wil be steep, if I continue with this leap

Falling down a rabbit hole that's far too deep.

But you have me captivated, you're so absolutely hypnotising

That i might never know peace if I never had been here with you

[platos-pomegranate]

Time keeps ticking, time keeps moving. World unchanging, never stopping.

I run with it, stumbling along

Life keeps tripping, just dragging me along

Days tick by quicker then the clock

Aging so fast, but it was never a shock

I know that im stumbling, but i can't stop

Living life like im on the clock

[platos-pomegranate]

You would grab me, everywhere you could.

Claw at me with your nails,

Nails raking over my skin,

every red little line a life long memory.

A hate to hold onto.

Oh you yearned for my flesh, for my shame and anger.

Grabbing untill my no's were too loud, untill someone would hear and see.

That would be death, fate worse than mine.

To be seen with me, to see the yearn, the sweet words of nothingness, the little lies.

And so you retreated, once again looking at me with disgust instead of lust.

Asif something to be shunnedo.

Oh I hate how you were so double-tongued

[platos-pomegranate]

Stress

It keeps me ticking, it keeps me up

I can't stop running

I swear I haven't given up

My brain may scream it, and my body may too

But I'm still living so I'll keep chugging along

[platos-pomegranate]

Taught

I was taught when i was young, I was taught alot,

how to behave,

how to be,

how to please,

how to breath

and yet,

I am less than human, I haven't been taught to be one

For all I have been taught, they missed to teach me to be a person, to be human. To live, to laugh, to love.

I am hollow, I am nothing, I am a shadow of a being. A parrot that only repeats. No thoughts of my own, no dreams or ambitions. Yet when I stand by your side, I feel whole. I am no longer less, no longer a creature. You have made me human, you have taught me how to love. So I'll use the words you speak to me so softly to tell you how much I love you. For I may only know what I've been taught, it matters no more.

For I love you and you love me, and that will continue forevermore.

[platos-pomegranate]

I was 16, old and tough. Old enough to know better, I should've known better.

I was a victim of myself, not him, never him. He could never do wrong. He was perfect, beyond every expectation, he was everything, godhood itself as he drank himself to death, crucified himself with every pill he could ever find. Adored and worshipped, I should've been more devoted.

Yet when he hid his sharp teeth, his wolfish grin, I should've known that he would bite.

That he would Claw at my flesh and devour me whole.

I was flawed, and now used. No longer pure, no innocent lamb

Only a flower with its petals torn off

A whore with nothing anymore to offer beyond a body so heinous it should never be touched

A mistake

[platos-pomegranate]

Sex is such a fragile thing,

Its a taboo yet all the rage

You're supposed to be a pure little virgin yet be a slutty whore

Its all your life is supposed be, a goal, a being, a thing to have. Yet you're not allowed to be obsessed or devoted

You're supposed to know the line, the rules

That sex is good in that context yet utter hatred in the second

None of these are original thoughts however, all of these sentences have already been uttered with anger, shame, hate

And still I feel alone in these feelings, lonely in the way I hate. Alone in the way I'm angry and used. Not one original thought or action yet still I'll never be believed, discredited until I believe the lie myself.

[platos-pomegranate]

I wanna rip my hair out,

Claw at my skin until it's raw and bleeding

I want to choke myself out,

Mark my neck with bruises

I am angry, it's am furious

I cannot handle the Injustice, connot handle the way I am treated

I want to scream untill my throat feels raw,

Until I lose my voice entirely

You do not care to hear me anyways, so what does it matter?

Let me hurt, let me run,

Let me trow myself at the wall and down the stairs

Let me bruise my skin and make it bright blue

I am ugly, I am vicious, I am not meant to be something else

So let me brusie, let me hurt, let me be ugly and absurd

[platos-pomegranate]

Stars

Show me the stars

make me feel alive

I am nothing but a slave to your might

let me leave, let me free

The terror of being doesn’t suit my being 

My soul it crumbles, it wishes it belongs 

To be yours, to be in the sky above

so join me up above, between the stars, beside the moon

Rise with me to the heavens and beyond

[platos-pomegranate]

Gods

When we were born,

What were we meant to become?

Were we meant to be gods?

We fought, we killed

we did as we were told

and now we are hailed as myths, as legends, as tales of old and stories made up

As gods from up above

but,

Is a god not supposed to listen, to look after the living?

To grant the wishes of the ones underneath the heavens?

Of those that are driven? Of those of us that are still forgiving?

For I fear, my dear, that I cannot listen, that i cannot enchant,

that I cannot be giving, for I no longer hear the living.

Only the pleas of the ones underneath the soil echo to my ears.

Of those that stained my hands crimson, of those I was told to fight

I do not feel like a god, like a myth as old as time. For every second that goes by, is just another one of their cries.

I have asked why, and I have cried.

But the tears won't wash away my sins or my sorrows.

So I sit on my knees praying, for I am not yet dead or living.

and i'll never be forgiving

[platos-pomegranate]

hanaki-disease

I wonder, idly, lonely, in my room how you would react. Would you shout? Would you be angry? Disgusted by my very being? Even when the petals started slipping past my lips, I kept them sealed nonetheless. As a short future with you, seemed just oh so much more appealing than one without you at all. 

Blood quickly followed. It started with just a drop. It became more soon. More petals, more red. White fragile petals scattered on the floor, coloured crimson by my own blood. I had been told this would happen. That i should let go. Confess if so needed. I refused at every turn. The thought of not seeing your gleaming smile everyday too much to bear. 

As we sit together, here under the old oak tree. It's when my coughing starts. It's worse than before, the petals having turned into flowers. They fall out of my mouth onto the ground even if i try to swallow them down. You look oh so concerned. Your gaze filled pain. You demand to know who it is who tortures me like this. I don't respond.

I can't breathe, my lungs filled with flowers and thorns, with veins and leaves. I cough and cough. Flowers falling to the floor, stained crimson once more. My vision goes hazy, I can't breathe. My everlasting longing for you finally choking me into an everlasting sleep. Just as i sink to the floor, your eyes find mine and I can't help but smile

“But why?... why do you cry?’’

“You can’t die! speak the name of whome done this to you, let me save you’’

“But my love, do you really not know? that the one who damned me is no other than yourself?’’