THE NAMELESS POET

24, she her, daydreaming of my muse

[poemsfromthevoiid]

hello everyone, here's a brief introduction post about me!

i am 22 years old and have been writing poetry for over 10 years now. my first poem was a really dramatic composition about (TW) self harm. it included the word "forevermore" 2 times. i think i thought i was edith allan poe.

anyway, the poems on this blog will be sometimes more lighthearted, often depressing and dealing with heavier issues. just looking for somewhere to post my little vent poems and i hope you enjoy the ride!

[poemsfromthevoiid]

and when you cruelly invaded

my private diary, did you know

you killed the poet inside me?

words that used to comfort,

now filling me with guilt

i hope the pain you caused yourself

was worth the peace that you have killed.

[poemsfromthevoiid]

time is a thief

creeping up beneath

one day it will take

all that i've loved

right away from me

fading into black,

who knows

what happens next?

leaving behind

fragmented

pieces

of life

memories

carried forth

by the next generation

to bear the torch

my grandfather lies

six feet beneath

uniform tombstones,

military cemetery

we wept,

said goodbye

into the casket

we tucked ashes

of my childhood dog,

to keep him company

i don't want to be

all alone,

laid to rot,

the worms singing

songs of lament

as they eat

my brain to dust

when i die,

and my children,

and their children,

who will remember him?

who will remember me?

[poemsfromthevoiid]

soulmate

finger hovers over the dial pad

tempted beyond belief to call you up

would sell my soul to hear the soothing melodies

of your voice, for now i'll settle for hearing

the remnants in our digital wasteland

you've no idea how intensely i loved

or what i'd have given to live an amorous life

nestled up safely in your strong caring embrace

i'd live or die for you or anything in between

say the words and i am yours to take

was hoping you'd find the mess charming

hold me and love me from afar as passionately

as distance could allow, instead you read my mess

decided it wasn't the path for you to take now

and of course i have so much respect

aside from it there's an aching in my chest

pulsing through my veins and telling me i've been

served---cried out and the gods said it's time to learn

a lesson about love and loss, the stabbing pang

will be what follows you into the dark

you could sing the girl you hardly knew

love songs but you couldn't face the monster

which lives in her chest growing and plotting the day

she should reap violence for all the hearts

which suffocated hers in fading breath

if the world should end i pray it's me and you left