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Phantimos

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Sometimes when I come down with a case of the blues I write, what can be loosely defined as, poems.

I find it to be therapeutic as well as explorative to put my feelings to words. That's what this thread is, hopefully, for.

Don't worry about it being good or bad as that's besides the point here. Just transform your feelings into sentences, or a sentence, or even one word.

Open yourself up and let that beauty shine through.

Love, Phantimos.
 
Slam! 
Uhm.. wish I had a poem. 
I don’t. 
But reading poems made by someone here would be fun! 
*cheering someone on* 

Why don’t you start Phantimos, I would love to read one. 🥳
 
Uuuh okay
(jeez, put me on the spot more why dontcha🙎)  

To seek truth
To seek knowledge
To seek happiness

Seeking, chasing, running.
Our eyes are closed.

Passion? Or fear?
The darkness is always.
It want us, it beckons and calls
Enveloping us, we cry and scream
Our eyes our closed.


Open your eyes, it hurts, it bleeds
Keep. Them. Open.
Happiness is there.
Knowledge is there.
Truth is there.

Bloody eyes? Or a broken mouth?
 
If ye should ever should ever go back
Therein the golden core attack
The burden 'tis too much to bear
The heart aches, throbs, and tears
Soldier on, without a care
If ye should ever should ever go back
 
Can I make a poem then? It wont be great but its still a poem..


I am thinking of a smile
It has teeth and lips
Sometimes it has whiskers and fur..
Or you might say..
It's just a curve on the face
but I hear words and whispers
It says, "hello!"
Sometimes it says, "You are amazing!"
You can fake a smile it is easy
That is what I cannot see..
Unless you really speak.

Smiles are universal
I have smiled to many
So many different faces in life
To humans and animals alike
Some are kind and reply with the same
Others are bitter and only with a frown their face remains.
Maybe you knew how to once smile..
before so many heartbreak
And thats okay!
You can genuinely smile at any time
Its never too late.
 
Fascinating what a simple smile can do.

That was very insightful, thank you serenity. 😊
 
I am in love with a phantom
who chills me through the night
though I look far and wide
her image is nowhere in sight
she follows me where ever I go
her face I cannot see
though no matter how hard I wish it
she will never let me be
 
Nothing great but I feel it's appropriate for the site...

I wish I was a normal man
With normal dreams and normal plans
With normal moods that'd ebb and flow 
In synch with those I've come to know.
I wish this life could just reset
So all this gloom I could forget.
I see these people every day
Go on with life in every way
And envy fills my every cell.
Thoughts of harm would do them well.
No sadness creeps into their lives
Depression does not agonize.
They find such joy in little things
Why can't they see it means nothing?
Why can't they see the world like me
So that I'd have some company?
So that I'd have a friend or two
To talk about our feeling blue.
To talk about oncoming death
As we share our loneliness.

Deep down I know it's all in vein
I'm meant to be so full of pain.
I'm meant to be all on my own.
I'm meant to be so much alone.
Lost in a winter with no spring
Trapped in a life not worth living.
 
That was awesome black manta. I love how it rhymed all the way through.

As for the subject matter, I am sorry you have to feel so alone. I hope writing and posting this helped in some wat vent some feelings. If not, feel free to hit me up if you wanna chat about whatever.

Nice effort 🙌
 
Goodbye
 
I am stuck, I don’t know me
I am alone, isolated. I am not free
Who am I, is this a dream?
I have no mouth, and I must scream
 
The sun is setting and so are my thoughts
Gold turns to black, my heart is charred
Under the cracks it beats, it is so hard
An excuse, a lie, a fabrication of my mind, weak is what I am
The sun is setting, my heart shuts down
 
The tears running down my face, invisible to all but me
I yearn for love, for companionship, love does not exist
A visor with which we see life, imaginary
I cry and cry and cry, a vacuum is what I see
 
The designer, the creator, the arbitrator of my misery
I am killing myself, this self, the self I am
I am of another, a construct, a lie
Where is I?, help, please i am going to die
Please please PLEASE PLEASE HELP ME
I AM DYIIING PLE-…..i am fine
Goodbye
 
Disgust
 
Who can love me
Do I even deserve it?
What do I do?
I coddle and support
Sincerity is my commodity
 
I am a coward a sociopath a liar
Its weighing me down
I cant leave, I wont leave, I choose not to leave
The truth is ugly, blunt, and necessary
 
I am a façade in a charade
I meander as the artist
My needs are animal
From a sophisticate,  I am farthest
 
I want to be happy, I am sick
My mind is damaged, broken, ruined
Yet I pretend
 
I am disgusting
 
I long for memories past.
For times of fire, and rain.

I must refrain, i must resist.
The animal hungers.

I am drowning yet again.
A spiral ever downward.
It burns, Its freezing.
I think of you.

Hands, so many hands pulling me down.
Into the muck, into the comfort.

I lift my head, i see the light.
I do not sprint, i do not leap.
I step towards, with feet rooted in the ground.
One small step. One Small Step.

My mind, keeper of my heart.
 
We have not long to love. 

Light does not stay. 
The tender things are those 
we fold away. 
Coarse fabrics are the ones 
for common wear. 
In silence I have watched you 
comb your hair. 
Intimate the silence, 
dim and warm. 
I could but did not, reach 
to touch your arm. 
I could, but do not, break 
that which is still. 
(Almost the faintest whisper 
would be shrill.) 
So moments pass as though 
they wished to stay. 
We have not long to love. 
A night. A day.... 

A beautiful poem by Tennessee Williams. 
 
We Can Make It


I take a step over the shadow of doubt.
I toss and turn, push myself, i cast thee out!

I smile to myself and think, whats the worst can there be?
You and me. Me and You.
Orbiting, revolving.

All the rage. The friction. The pain.
A match made in hell. 
All the warmth. The ease. The love.
A match made in heaven.

In the end, life moves on.
In the end, we must survive.

Though my hand no longer holds yours.
I still feel you close by.
I sense you. you sense me.

We can make it.
 

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