Bearable Poems

Random Thoughts 3: Night

The solitude of nightfall
Is more bearable 
Than companionship in the light

15

Silent soul
Sitting next to the devil
Nobody knows
What's gonna happen next

That silent kid
Doesn't want to live anymore

Agreed to bad things
So that he would be accepted

But the handprint on his body
Can't forgive others sin

He was just 15
When the devil did his thing to him

He was just 15
When nobody supported him

He was just a boy
With dreams
Now his dreams were burned

No wars , no fight
No doubt, alright
He thought it was a common thing

Didn't scream , didn't think
That it was a bearable thing

Wished he raised his voice
Against that guy

Who used him for
Dirty things

I'm beautiful enough for a quick smile, but never enough to be the favorite face

I'm beautiful enough for a quick smile, but never enough to be the favorite face,
Beautiful enough for late-night talks, but not enough for morning promises,
Beautiful to be noticed in a crowd, but never sought when I disappear into silence.
Beautiful enough for gentle words and compliments, but not for love that stays,
Beautiful to be desired when it's easy, but not chosen when things become difficult and painful,
Beautiful maybe for someone, but never always, never the desired destiny.
But I've always been more than what meets the eye,
I've been the warmth in the cold night, the calm voice when the world is too loud,
The silent presence that makes loneliness bearable, the one who remembers the small details,
The one who listens when no one else does, the one who stays even when it hurts.
Aren't the most beautiful moments made of laughter, not glances?
Aren't the strongest bonds built on trust, not beauty?
Don't we miss the most those who made us feel safe?
Perhaps the right people will come. Perhaps they never will,
But in the end, I'd rather be real than just beautiful, authentic in my essence.

sorry lives

sharp knives
harsh events
so broken and bent
no escape available
till the light of love blooms to lighten your gloom
and only then does bitterness become bearable

cascading rays

cascading rays
the heat made bearable
under cover
the mist of the waves
cooling her weary soul

Living For The Weekend

Forty hours at work
Doing the same thing
Over and over
You daydream a lot
You have to or you will go mad
Dreaming of being with your mates
Joking and sucking down some cigs
There may be some hot wings
Paradise on Earth
But one thing makes the wait bearable
Knowing that endless bottles of beer await
Cold and tasty
They are waiting for you
Hopefully they will be enough to get you drunk
Maybe that drunk will last until your work starts
And you start daydreaming all over again
For a working man that is his life
Honestly, he loves the way his week works
After all, for him, it is his life
And that is just how he wants it

© Poem – XIV/XII/MMXXIV
LRET

Fragments of Belonging

So we are broken,  
So we are in pieces.  
Sometimes broken enough  
to fit the next person's puzzle—  
like you did mine.  

A maze, a mind anxious,  
somehow you silenced the noise,  
made it all bearable and still.  
In pieces,  
theirs fitting yours,  
a kind of completeness—  
complimentary.  

You breathe for you belong  
somewhere, with someone,  
not alone anymore.  
You catch yourself smiling  
at the thought of them crossing your mind.  

The blues start hitting different;  
you dance to music,  
sing ever carefree,  
even when you miss the notes.  
Yes, it’s like freedom,  
like you’re a kid again.  

Finally, you can feel  
the sun kiss you,  
the grass in between your toes,  
the wind brush over your hair.  
You see color,  
when it’s with the right person.

no answer no response 3

18


 I know there are no answers in Saint Germain des Prés
Or in Copacabana, nor on the top of Everest,
That’s why we’re listening to Albert Camus,
That we eat frog legs,

There is no response from teachers or mechanics
Or The stewards,
That’s why we walk to calm down,
There are no answers in love,
That’s why we wear masks everywhere,

We know that there are no answers at Jean Jacques Goldmann,
That’s why we kiss in the night,
We are crossing California on foot,
I know, darling, that our love is the only answer we have to breathe,
To avoid the bites of the rattlesnakes,

We know there are no answers in supermarkets,
Neither in Nietzsche, nor in the doctors, 
That’s why we read Rimbaud and Baudelaire,
Whether we play the piano Debussy, or Fauré,
To make the world still bearable tomorrow.



PS a write without pretension, I hold no truth, I do not have any answer either

Robert Lost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood
Tried to follow Frost’s journey as far as I could.

Nah, f*** this, walking is terrible.
I stray off the paths
searching for something,
a little more bearable 

I find a farmhouse and an old pesticide plane
At this point the road not taken by has gone down the drain

Steal the plane and now we fly
Through pink clouds and regretless skies 

I jerk wide awake.. from my dreams,
And my pillows soften
my grounded screams.

Loss

What is pain?
What is sorrow? 
The loss of a life can dim a being's flame.
But it's not only death. 
Anything that is perceived as a loss can shroud the heart in darkness.
When the wound of loss is fresh, the abyss of anguish is relentless and persistent.
The despair threatens to swallow the spirit, like a candle deprived of the oxygen it needs to burn.
Eventually the deprivation turns to grief.  
It's almost a dull yet numb ache.
A pain that's bearable enough but serves as a constant reminder to what we've lost.
For some who are resilient or for those who are just plain stubborn, no matter how immense the weight of loss may feel, where there is a flame there can be a raging fire.
Even if the kindle of the soul has dimmed, a single ember can Ingnite a new flame.
Do not let the pain and sorrow of loss extinguish your own vitality.
Rather choose to accept what is gone, embrace what was lost, to illuminate your spark and create the brilliant burst of flame once more.

Anything can be

Alarming.
Bearable,
Contentious,
Debilitating,
Educational,
Free,
Ghastly,
Heartbreaking,
Intimidating,
Justified,
Kept,
Loud,
Moving,
Nonsense,
Opened,
Perceived,
Queried,
Relevant, 
Satisfying,
Turned
Useless,
Verified,
Wasted,
X-Rated,
Yellow,
Zipped.

Pain

A hit at an object; a fast pin pierce; a cut; blood-shed
All these cross my flesh and nerves and give me unpleasant signs.
Though a part is hurt, throughout the physique, the news is said.
Every cell, nerve, flesh, and skin inclines to a benign pine

The pain in the body is bearable. Ache of the heart!
Persists, as though endlessly long, even for many years.
Illness, death, loss, failures, and divorce that make spouses part
Lack of cheers and unending fears that cause eternal tears

Existence turns into an absurdity; joy ceases.
Fear, loneliness, and uncertainty sing like scorpions.
Though yearning to face the grave, patience with death increases.
The earth turns hell; Is the environs a penal region?

Optimism, yet, succeeds in finding countless gains in pain.
Isn't existence all about changing pain into gain...?

Toll Took Tally While in the Valley

was an incredible parable
which made life bearable.
when we were down in valley
heavy toll had taken a tally

conception

rock bottom
buried under heavy layers
of stones and gravel
a dangerous liaison with melancholy
breathing in poisonous dust from crushed impact

a heavy weight rests on the mind
has made itself too settled for comfort
but there must be a shifting of the light
inconceivable at first 
gradual until life
becomes bearable once more

21st November 2023

Nevertheless, Surviving

Besieged by cruelty
In the wicked hellscape
Turned a blind eye to the latent beauty
Of both love and hate
And like the memories, rewinding
Nevertheless, surviving! 

They said, reckless you are
and left me as a dystopian
Those ill disposed ones who were never a star
As disregarded the beauty in each of my scar
From the leading light they are yet so far
And like the spirals, binding
Nevertheless, surviving! 

Collapsed brain, isn't bearable
infidelity from someone inevitable
Led to the affliction for that gullible heart
Everything is tearing apart
As if carrying mess isn't anymore an art
Still painful, the riving
Nevertheless, Surviving!

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