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 May 10 Sasuke
Ahmed Gamel
Do not come too close—God will cry.
A silent watcher in the endless sky.
A duty held for endless years,
Yet even gods can drown in tears.

To see it all and never change,
To watch, unmoved, through joy and pain.
What if, one day, He let it go?
A whisper lost beneath the snow.

Would He surrender? Would He break?
Would He abandon what’s at stake?
If even He could lose His mind,
Then what of us, so weak, so blind?
This poem explores the weight of responsibility, the fear of losing purpose, and the unsettling thought that even the strongest may break. If divinity can waver, what does that say about us?
Parents always tell their daughters:
"Don't stay late, it's not safe."

Can't parents tell their sons:
"Don't disrespect, do not ****.
They too are human beings,
just like you are."
 May 4 Sasuke
Parker
I can lay awake at night, screaming for salvation.
Pleading with a lord that has never once lent me a helping hand.

I can pray, I can hope, I can wish.
God has never been my savior.
He watched me suffer in silence and still he never spoke.

My skin burns,
and im scared he may be my only chance.

Pitiful God. Pitiful me.
 Apr 30 Sasuke
Kezexxe
1 & 2
 Apr 30 Sasuke
Kezexxe
Life with 1,
Is no life at all.

But when theres life with 2,
Everything is true.
 Apr 20 Sasuke
Blue Sapphire
She said, "I am afraid ."
He said, "Why? I am here."
She said, "That is why."
 Apr 15 Sasuke
Kezexxe
Hearts break and break, mentally,
And they can heal,
But if a heart is broken physically,
They cant.
 Apr 15 Sasuke
Kezexxe
Pause, stranger, when you pass me by:
As you are now, so once was I,
As I am now, so you will be,
So prepare for death, and follow me.
---
To follow you I'm not content,
Until I know which way you went.
This is a poem I wanted to share that was at an Indiana cemetery on a tombstone. I copied it. The second part was scratched onto by a random person.
 Apr 15 Sasuke
Decembre
Last night I dreamt
Of music
And theatre
Front row seats

I could see
Every expression
Every fake tear
Every barely hidden laugh
Like I was in on the joke

There were some others
Too, I think
People I knew
People I loved

Together we smiled
There, in the front
Upon plush red seats
Numbers 88
To 91

Until suddenly
BOOM!
The air ripped me apart
Only a second of realisation
Before that world was gone
Basically imagine the bomb-test scene from Oppenheimer. The dead quiet before the sound hits.
I for the life of me can't remember what preceded this part of the dream--something weird I'm sure--but I remember it ended with a bomb that legit felt so realistic (well...as far as I can imagine) I could feel the vibrations of the hit. I didn't even have time to be scared in the dream. No waking up with a sudden lurch either. It was just
BAM
****
gone, and I was awake.
For a few seconds after waking I briefly considered the idea some people believe that "dreams are glimpses of alternate universes". Had some version of me just died? Ridiculous, but I entertained it the way you entertain daydreams.
I mourned a little for imaginary me.
It made me think of the scary times we live in. Things could change, just like that. Things are changing.
everything is changing.
youve changed.

you dont talk to me now.
i cry over you every night.

sometimes i wonder if you think about me
as much as i think about you.

then i remember
you left me because it hurts

i was too much like Her.

and you replaced me.

that hurt the most.
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