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  • whatamess 106w

    Hold me close
    My hands are falling weak
    Hold me tight
    Before my hands fall lifeless

    Hold me close
    My breath is becoming shorter
    Hold me tight
    Before my breath ceases

    Hold me close
    My heart is getting heavier
    Hold me tight
    Before my heart stops beating

    Hold me close
    My eyes are tired of crying
    Hold me tight
    Before my eyes refuse to open

    Hold me close
    I can't find any meaning in life
    Hold me tight
    Before there's no life left to find meaning in

    Hold me close
    I can't sleep at night
    Hold me tight
    Before I sleep forever

    ©️whatamess

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    Hold me
    ©whatamess

  • whatamess 125w

    TRIGGER WARNING

    * silence *

    * silence *

    * silence *

    * throat hurts *

    "Who can help?"

    * eyes well up *

    "You can help."

    "No, you're strong! You're strong!"

    * teardrop rolls down *

    "It's all ok. You're strong, hmm."

    * breakdown *

    "Kill yourself."

    "Kill yourself!"

    * silence *

    *silence *

    "Kill yourself?"

    * silence *

    * movement *

    * silence *

    Silence.

    ©️whatamess

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    Silence.

    ©whatamess

  • whatamess 147w

    कुछ है, जो नही है।

    ©whatamess

  • whatamess 198w

    NOTE: THE TITLE AND THE WORDS DO NOT MATCH.

    @writersnetwork @mirakee

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    A town called paradise

    Feels like the world will come to an end all over again
    This feeling will stick until death parts us
    Hey dear diary, I will greet you again
    I'll let the ink find its home again
    I'll let the pen kiss its beloved paper again
    My heart will bleed ink
    Silence will find syllables
    Sighs will condense into words
    Words that come out
    will leave the soul numb
    There, I may take your leave
    Until next time.

    ©whatamess

  • whatamess 207w

    ...

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    I sit idle trying to carve poetries
    with the shards. All I see is words
    turning into sighs.

    ©whatamess

  • whatamess 208w

    Because @stilliam did not want to post this.
    *shrugs*
    @writersnetwork

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    Can I be him?

    Before we part ways
    For the rest of our days
    I want to do one last thing
    No, it's not what you think
    I yearn for me to trade places with him
    Not to see in what ways he's better than me
    But to feel how it is to be the person you love
    The one with whom you kept your promise of forever

    ©stilliam

  • whatamess 208w

    I lost my home

    I don't read that often now.
    I can't concentrate.
    I lost my beloved musty home.

    I don't write that often now.
    Emotions are better left unexpressed.
    I lost my creative fervent home.

    I don't listen to music that often now.
    I yearn for silence.
    I lost my lovely melodious home.

    I don't dance that often now.
    I don't feel that same enthusiasm anymore.
    I lost my overly exuberant home.

    I don't weave dreams that often now.
    Because once shattered, they prick my soul from the very core.
    I lost my exciting colourful home.

    I don't interact with much people that often now.
    My crippled heart put guards up.
    I lost my cheerful happy home.

    I lost you.
    I lost my home.

    ©whatamess

  • whatamess 209w

    Makes sense?
    I doubt.

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    Got a lot to say
    But nothing to speak
    Did my mind lose dialect?
    Or did my throat lose voice?

    Got a lot to express
    But nothing to write
    Did my pen lose ink?
    Or did my soul lose emotions?

    ©whatamess

  • whatamess 215w

    CAUTION: Rantish maybe.
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    My dear melancholy

    You have been a loyal friend. You deserve to know your importance, don't you? With the atmosphere being melancholic, words have somehow found their way to you, dearest.

    You have been the most faithful mistress I have ever known. You have stayed. In the 3pm responsiveness. In the 3am numbness. You have made me feel different forms of the same emotion at the same time. You have been present with the other emotions too, as a supplement.

    In the brightest of days or the darkest of nights, surrounded by people or when totally isolated, happy as the lover or sad as the heartbroken, when things go right or they're all a mess, you have always been right beside me, right with me.

    You've done some transformations as well, you know. Good or bad, you decide.
    I've seen you turn happy smiles into mirthless ones. I've seen you turn humming to screaming. I've seen you turn the loved chocolates to anti depressants. I've seen you turn cheerful noises to deafening silences. I've seen you turn paper planes to crumpled balls. I've seen you turn lively souls to numb ones.

    Let me be honest. I detest your company.
    Kindly leave.

    With love
    A melancholic

    ©whatamess

    @writersnetwork @readwriteunite

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    My dear melancholy

    You have been the most faithful
    mistress I have ever known.

    ©whatamess

  • whatamess 215w

    These brutally torn pictures
    and letters burnt to ashes
    are hurt emotions in disguise.

    ©whatamess