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You and me alone
Madness of world locked away
Peace and quiet reigns
another haiku. i was thinking of my grandma. ❤️🕊️
Why
Why do I keep remembering?
Why can I not let go?
Why can't I erase myself?
Why can't I erase the people I used to know?
My darling,
life is hidden in the maybe’s.

Maybe you are looking at your phone,
knowing that one message can
change it all.

Maybe you are feeling my absence
when you look at the sea.

My darling,
maybe you are overwhelmed
and don’t really want to hurt me—
but do it anyway.

Maybe you wish things were easy.
Maybe we don’t fit.
Maybe it was too good to be true.

My darling,
life dwells in the maybe’s.

Maybe I will be right here
if you come back.
the room is full
people talk
not in the dark
where the silence walks

but in the world where dreams can be told
where lives can unfold

in this room
whispers find their place
worries fade away
tomorrow isn't even close
hope I didn’t make the wrong choice

happiness is the main character

in this room

please let no one notice I'm on my own
when music is screaming
I'm just breathing

so when the time comes
when legs are too heavy
and the heart starts to carry

I sit

just sit

with my head against the wall
my back in position
and the vision way too dark, eyes closed
breathing in and breathing out
may the silent never get this loud
I don’t fear death
we all go.

What haunts me
is return
no memory,
no map

just ******* it all up
again
like it’s
new.
Malcolm Gladwin
Shaded shadows cometh to carry my weary soul,
burdens lifted not in part but whole.
Life, it changes from now to then
does it end, or start again?

A breath unclaimed in silent air,
a final blink, a distant stare.
Time folds in on whispered skin,
and all I was drifts deep within.
Copyright Malcolm Gladwin
June 2025
Unfulfilled wishes
Lamplight rain
Ferry boat blue
Bullet train

Growing older
Inner pain
Poetry:
Good insane.
Hearts open up, heads nod towards each other in slow motion.
They touch and we are rooted here.
In this universe.
In this moment.
In stillness and eternity.
In connection.
In love.
what would happen if i just let everything stop? let the world go quiet,
the edges fuzzy,
slowly going black?
What are you supposed to say
when you run out of words
Teary eyes to the sky
Only silence to be heard

What am I supposed to say
When words don't even come close
To the mountain highs and weary skies
When I'm left without a single verse

What am I supposed to do
When my brain becomes an empty room
When my heart plays out it's final chord
Not even my soul speaks my truth
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