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AstralPotato Apr 2019
Deep within the darkness
I lay staring at the sky
With nothing but emptiness
And of defeaning silence's cry

Into these hollow walls, I stay
Awake from the unending nights
From the quiet tavern, I pray
For my soul to take flight

The birds I've heard years ago
To the sunrise that casts at dawn
Here I am away from the echo
Of the living; I'm left all alone

This is my cave, my home
For years I waited on a throne
With nothing else, from sight
Just my darkness, my only light
I was feeling all trapped these past few months; trapped within the cards I've laid out myself. Sympathizing with a character from a book which I think completely reflected me was what this poem brought along. This poem is heavily inspired by Mitch Albom's Time Keeper protagonist: Dor.
AstralPotato Sep 2018
Crowded places; happy faces
Greeted a person with such ablaze
Offering radiance which resonated the sun
Defying his sense out of phase

But deep within, his soul conjured
A sense of loneliness emanated from his heart
From a mask he wore in fervent solitude
Trying to dig his oldest scar

From there he felt what he once endured
Faltering, as he ventured out
Scorched deep into his core
Old feelings trying to break out
AstralPotato Jul 2018
Obsidian black; crimson red
Amidst the abyss, the souls have bled;
In shattered tears; the ticking years
Everything ought to disappear

On this empty journey, I stopped midway
To try to reminisce, to subtly replay
This sempiternal emptiness I feel
Those unheard voices I hear

Somewhere down the chasm below,
There it lies, the blackest of snow
Darkest and solitary it may seem
But peace may be found from within

This steepy cliff on where I lie,
On the very same cliff where I might die
To reminisce what happened then
I wonder if this would be the end
I was too hung up digging my good ol' poems and I have to constantly ask myself how did I even write this good back then?
AstralPotato Jul 2018
Darkness filled with malice,
Malice of killing intent;
The courage to slaughter
From anger it starts to foster

Hatred, it cries for blood
Anguish, an abominable voice
The art of death, he pondered
Will be a lovely gift to gather

Slowly, my child, slowly
Take your time, take it easy
****** isn't something to rush
Or you'll take away its lush

[The pleasure of torture;
The art of death]
Made last summer... I was just so ****** back then..  guess it was too exaggerated lol
AstralPotato May 2018
Supressed inside a box
Were feelings you tried to keep
Unsure of what is to come
So you tried to bury them deep

Created a wall surrounding yourself
Evading every single person
Not answering any knocks they sent
Afraid of the world beyond

"But is that it," they asked
"Succumbing in the darkness you won't last"
But it's better to be left alone
You find peace where the sun hasn't shown
AstralPotato Mar 2018
You were a gem in my eyes
A beauty in disguise
A temporary delight
A sorrow in the night
Too short lol
AstralPotato Mar 2018
Sometimes I wonder how it would turn out
For me to disappear
For me not to exist

Sometimes I wonder if you'll even remember me
Is it all a lie?
Is it an illusion?

I wonder what if
What if
Is all I wonder

Would you be able to recognize?
To miss or even remember?

I wanted to disappear
To the void
Where no one's around
To hurt me or console

I wanted to disappear
Atleast then I wouldn't feel
What I've been longing for
Longing for so long
Another past poem / song I've stumbled upon
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