mazepoems

For the poetry I wish to write

[poetrybyriy]

Commissions are open!

I have decided to open for art commissions. This could be anything from solo portraits to photo merging to family portraits. I could also do some pet portraits and what have you.

I could do graphite/charcoal sketches, oil paintings, and/or watercolor artworks that costs depending on the size of the canvas.

[arseholism]

Sometimes I pull away from a gentle touch

I’ve been told too many times that I’m just too much

Sometimes I feel alone in a very crowded space

I feel like it’s always wrong time, wrong place

There are many times when my life’s been ripped apart

I’ve loved, I’ve lost, but I always listen to my stupid heart

Intuition can sometimes lead me into a dark abyss

But I’d crash and burn to taste your pretty lips

Sometimes I feel like I’m home when I hear your pretty voice

I feel this rush of calmness, your words drown out the noise

I’ve spent forever in darkness, hiding, unseen

But you’re like a wild fantasy, you’re like a fever dream

You make me want to step out into your warm embrace

All the darkness disappears when I see your smiling face

You are the epitome of all the joy that life could give

You make me want to dream, you make me want to live

To hold you in my arms is the greatest gift of all time

To spend forever loving you, your love, all mine

To dedicate my life to your happiness and care

No one else will do, my love, nobody else compares

[psykopaths]

It's funny how you are a very likable person until you start thinking for yourself. If you have people in life who stick by you even after that, then you are very lucky

[crmsnmth]

Summer Pop Up

She had the energy of a violent thunderstorm and voice to match the rolling thunder Every time we touch, there's a crack and flash and she's gone like everything else Left to drown in the downpour that she became to be mildew when her storm dies down the bed for a fairy circle Bury me in lightning

[thescribblingmaze]

Laying on the bed of roses I made my own, Pricked by silky petals that ripped to my soul, Would have picked the spikes but you made them desirable Wanted it aesthetically, but I was lured by rose-scented toxicity

the picture of perfect you always wanted reflected the ugly now you resented you had me on a pedestal, i couldn't help but chase like another animal running for it's own tail.

Dreams stayed at night, 'at least something valuable didn't leave, right? you'd rather have me chained at the base of your bed as another mare, a woman you crafted didn't matter that she bled, didn't matter that her light is dead.

-RS

[thescribblingmaze]

To go back to your smile that stopped my time, Funny how it halted my entire life. I couldn't spare myself a change of heart, Disrupting everything but my art.

I didn't deserve all the ire, You knew it from how you apologized. But panic set in, you needed a clean name, Condemning mine to a place of shame. -RS

[thescribblingmaze]

A comfortable home is no longer that, To stay is to be rooted, fated to rot. The walls whisper secrets of days gone by, Where laughter once echoed, now shadows lie.

Cold wearying ceiling supported by walls marks of rats where they crawl I stay in the shadows, wearing the mask of a troll thorny, rosy plants now have overgrown

It's no longer pink as I once thought the glasses of which I regretted I wore. taking the pain so playfully. I am a mere villain of my own story

-RS

[thescribblingmaze]

You threw me rocks, while I provided compliments I was a puppet to your cause, just because A swimmer that sank A soldier under your attack

To bring me down felt like your only mission to disrupt my life to cater for your own like a slave to your needs, in your mind was my only sin

You promised me a haven, free from strife and confusion, Yet I'm burdened by the constant intrusion, Caught between being your companion and their source of illusion.

The moment you left that morning, My heart, far beyond mourning, With hardly any warning, I burned the house, from pillars to ceiling, To rid my soul of ever feeling.

RS

[naeemajusthasthoughts]

Sire

I use to love you

as I should

but you coiled your love so tightly, selfishly and unreachable

I gave up.

You have never known love

so I burnt in your hell

trying to find some

now I am to blame

for all your misdeads of life.

[somewordsarebiggerthanothers]

[what-iz-life]

it's not overreacting, we all have different levels of sensitivity. if it hurts, it hurts. no explanation needed

[thescribblingmaze]

Australia cutie

[thescribblingmaze]

I woke up from the cold wind of our provincial residence, the alcohol from last night slowly making its way up my brain. It has been a while since I experienced the numbing haze of alcohol. The smell of coffee and dust filled the air in the hallways of our new home as I sauntered my way down the stairs. Grey, unpainted concrete walls embraced the whole place. Bare floors, icy on my every step. My eyes landed on the last steps of the stairs where the memories of the night before found it's way back to my brain. Us, carving our names on the semi-dry concrete, promising each other to make this last forever. Bottles of beer and whiskey on the expensive couch we impulsively bought the day before. The coffee table it came with, full of photos we promised to frame. As I looked through the window, through the gates we built, families with their children filled the streets, playing and laughing. I imagined our future in this home. Our kid running up and down the stairs, cats and dogs following in his pursuit, milestones of his childhood decorating the walls like a timeline. Warm memories I have yet to experience. You called my name, your voice groggy with sleep. You emerged from the kitchen, holding what I assumed is the best coffee you have ever made. My name on the mug from the pottery class we attended so randomly during our anniversary. With a smile that melted the chilly embrace of the empty house, you said, "Good Morning, my lovely wife", then I knew; Forever is a promise indeed.

[thescribblingmaze]

Would appreciate a follow from fellow writers here 🙏🏻

no problem. followed

[thescribblingmaze]

Letter to my lover,

To every passing cloud, I wish you're well Looking up and hoping for every sunset that you remember my name etched in that carousel . the grave I laid upon, always damp at every dawn the flowers you brought for me littered rotting petals at the base of my headstone . time had lost all meaning winter came and passed do you still remember our Sundays do I still have room for your breakfast . it looked like the love for me surely, inevitably passed on I see your smile on her, my features blended with yours like a blur . does she like art like her mother? play games like her father? do you tell her about me? do you tell her our story? . It was agony to wonder what would it be like to raise her, to be locked in this graveyard and to leave my lover, to raise our only daughter.

-love, R

[thescribblingmaze]

reticence is free . 𝐈 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐧𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐈 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰, 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐞𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐖𝐡𝐲, 𝐈 𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐚 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐲. 𝐔𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐝𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐲.

-with respect, R/

[thescribblingmaze]

Found my old laptop and saw a whole document file with my old poems. It had pictures of the inspirations as well and now I'm reminiscing. Those were dark times, I swear. Felt too grim to even consider as romantic poetry.

but here I am editing most of it.