#sad poetry

[silent-insanities]

They tell me to keep fighting, but when does the battle end?

[poetrybydiya]

[lilmiss31]

I was ashamed of myself when I realized life was a costume party and I attended with my real face!

-Franz Kafka

[anforshort]

Sometimes I wish I was loved the way I love: literary; over-dramatic, melancholy, and obsessive.

Sometimes I wish I was seen the way I behold: poetry; the first time I noticed you it felt like spring in December, and your smile was like daffodils blooming in March. Oh, so lovely and pleasing to the eyes.

Sometimes I wish I was held the way I hold: tragic; loathe to part because, darling, touching you is bitterly never enough.

[lovers-serenade]

i ask myself every other day

would i ever receive the romance and love i dream of?

would somebody ever love me enough that i will be the centre of their world?

would i find someone caring, loyal and loving to spend my lifetime with?

~

© A Lover's Serenade

• category - thoughts

[dive-nire]

09-22-2024

[reallysngss]

[deathismoment0]

-CorteQ the immortal

[leto-wriggt]

How strange of it to be fall again, when all I feel is a great rage. Love sours to sorrow and sorrow wilts to anger. How very strange it is to be angry.

[silent-insanities]

I want you to come home.

[arseholism]

I’m not scared of my demons

What’s the worst they could do?

I’ve made friends with the monster inside me

So boo fucking hoo

We’re all a little bit broken, fucked up inside

We’re all bound by hope and destroyed by pride

I’m not scared of the darkness

I’m used to it by now

I’m not scared of being broken, or abject rejection

I’ve spent forever being unloved

This miserable experience, this existential dread

This fear of life ending is just like going to bed..

I’m not scared of tomorrow, the future is bleak

I’m not scared of being old, I’m not scared of being weak

I’ve shed inhibitions, I’ve shattered the dreams

I’ve dried up the tears, I’ve muffled the screams

So don’t try to get inside my head, you’ll end up all twisted and lost

Don’t you dare call my bluff when you don’t understand the cost

Sit down my darling, sip on your drink

Raise a toast to being here today, and let me live on the brink

[bunabaeee]

We almost made our teacher cry.

And I can't help but hold back the entire ocean behind my eyes.

"I wish my students knew, that I truly cared."

We knew. We all do.

He was one of a kind—a diamond that did not outshine others but rather, a star that wanted everyone to shine as bright as they could. One that would be limitless, one that can rival the Sun's grace.

He was slowly losing his own shine—his own life.

Yet here he is, holding on, because he cared.

"I don't want you to be a unprepared in a world full of surprises. You never know what happens—but it does know what it can do to you."

How dare we, his students, make him cry?

How dare we do that, as our final goodbye?

[poetrybydiya]

And so, I befriended them all to keep you with myself for a little longer.

[deadpoet-skull]

from The New York Times

[soul-from-another-era]

[mysticaletherealliving]

You think attention is love and that’s why you suffer so deeply.

- Evan Sanders