MELANCHOLY GRANDEUR
insight
in
a
surreal
memory
enigmatic
sensations
venerate
in
repetitions
of
juxtaposed
sombre
scenes
loneliness
evoke
an
atmosphere
transformed
ambiance
evolves
unpretentious
nascent
elegance
understated
restrained
celebrated
elevated
in
pictorial
sophisticated
minimalism
In the shadows of the night, I dare to dream,
to be your number one, Your love supreme.
However our reality is a different tale,
You hate me, and I’m left with a heart pierced with a nail
In your eyes, I’m just a name,
a person you want to burn in flames.
I’m the ghost that haunts ur space,
the one you wish you could erase.
In the shadows, I’ll forever stay,
loving you silently, day by day.
My heart beats for you, my soul feels the pain,
of loving someone who will never love me the same.
You’re the sun, I’m the moon,
two celestial bodies, forever out of tune.
But still I dream of you, of what could never be,
a love that’s doomed from the start, yet still it’s all I see.
I wish to be ur number one, ur guiding light
but you hate me and I’m left in endless night.
I’ll hold on to the hope, that one day you’ll see,
the love I have for u, and maybe, just maybe, you’ll love me.
wear this tiara of tears, weep veiled stars
O wedded Hina of heart ~
falling in l o v e
again …
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date when my quill cradled this kimo; 6.09.26
Melancholy is a dreary morning;
hidden within our souls
like mist spread over the marsh—
upon the stagnant waters
and the treetops
that refuse to drown.
Everyone’s political
anti critical
right by the rights
now wrongly divisional
Giving up the literal
power unconditional
Narratives are narrowly
focused on disparity
comparatively ignorant
to actual reality
You’ll never change the past
try to understand it better
Don’t look passed what made it past
its not your own endeavour
advantages that you now have your ancestors didn’t
branching out from beginnings to a global vision
colonies were empires and empires were common
the way that people were back then has long since been forgotten
so don’t skip over history the path we all come from
everybody’s owed something we need to move along
Every poet need a haven to evoke
And here you are my metaphor .
The hard in trying to ignore
I'm ended up loving you more .
It hurts to see you with someone else
Maybe I've loved you too much I guess .
The only reason I cried in my prayers is you
And destiny left me alone without any clue .
I cried and cried and asked , why I fell in love ?
Even my soul begs to escape from this now.
A dance of emotions to the rhythm of profound melancholy. For melody, the whispers of the wind. Open your arms to me and let me melt into them.
Plunged into a madness where only your voice reaches the depths of my being, I suffocate amidst this crowd, alone, standing, agonizing, a stranger even in my own world, built upon the foundations of my illusions.
My only way out is your name.
Covered by your shadow, the echoes that my consciousness traces fade little by little, carrying away with them the dark patterns of my deformed soul.
If I depend on you to the point of becoming your prisoner, would you accept to nourish my dreams and become my tree of peace?
¦¦¦¦ melancholy Autumn comes ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ whispering to me,
Like the sound of ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦ the sea.
Then ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ a rocky island
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ churchyard ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
And the ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ click ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ turned to waves
And the rumble of the railway
Is ¦¦¦ thunder ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ plunging
Into caves
There's a storm ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ over Kenton,
¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ a line of harbour lights ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ rounding ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ a ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ sunset fire
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ boats ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ stream along the skyline
In a race ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
With the gale?
(Blackout of Harrow-on-the-Hill by John Betjeman)
Melancholy smashes veins,
like a huge hammer over the head,
and pushes the heart,
like a strong man pushes a big rock.
It turns the memories
into a dark and silent graveyard
on a moonless night.
It makes us see shadows in the light,
even when the sun rises
in a blue sky.
It can touch the furthest memory
that was about to disappear.
The feeling of agony
amidst great melancholy
smells like a rotten corpse
abandoned in the woods.
That sad thought makes us hear
the voices of those loved ones
who had gone away
a long time ago.
The jumble of thoughts
of melancholy sparks
a bitter taste
that cannot be digested.
It burns the stomach
from its interior walls,
and squeeze the liver,
making the blood black
turning it into liquid steel.
Met you when I least expected,
Breezed past me like a breath of fresh air.
At the time, I didn't pay heed;
Now I drown in despair.
Sent to me just before my dark times,
The light that preceded my darkness.
The light in my life, encompassed by hate—
For myself alone, I must state.
Elegant in stature, I continue to pursue.
I have to give praise where it is due.
Don't choose me.
Don't consider it.
I'll only bring sadness.
I'll only bring boredom.
I truly eclipse your character.
Hate for myself I must endure.
No choice in the matter; I'm simply a flaw.
Cursed by the standards of society,
Failed to comply with the criteria of the world.
Who am I to search for happiness?
Truly a troubled soul.
Seasons change,
And we rearrange
Our lives, passing by
Like the howling winds that cry.
Today we are,
But tomorrow by far -
We are not the same,
As we find ourselves in another frame!
The grass withers,
The flowers fade,
The road bends,
And life ends
On this transient earth -
Is life worth it?
04.08.2021
Copyright © 2021 by Crystal David John
Unseen
Tears shed often,
Measures the depth of grief,
So profound the ache, it grips you
Within.
Copyright © 2026 by Crystal David John
My eyes are crying, a flood no one sees,
Each tear is a whisper, carried on the breeze.
They mourn for the moments that slipped through my hands,
For dreams turned to ashes, like forgotten sands.
In silence, they weep for the love that won’t bloom,
For shadows that linger in this empty room.
Each drop holds a story of anguish and loss,
Of a heart that’s been shattered, a soul that’s the cost.
They weep for the battles fought deep in the night,
For a spirit that falters, dimming the light.
In the depths of despair, they carry my screams,
For the hopes that have faded, for broken dreams.
My eyes cry for pieces of me that have died,
For the weight of this sorrow I cannot confide.
In the stillness, they bleed, a relentless decree,
A haunting reminder of the pain that is me.
shun the encroachment of the dark
focus intently at the task at hand
blinded to peripheral vision
wriggle free of your silhouette
present beyond the corner
circles encompass
captured by crescents
spinning in their circular hold
neither freedom nor imprisonment will ride
reality is just the ache of the dream
the muddled yell & yawn
every emotion a mere numbing agent
sometimes, I think I peeled away the relief
but the block forms are pattern upon pattern
and I'm a diminishing darkness
at the approach of dusk.
She grabbed my hand and pulled me through everything I couldn't see or feel.That's when life struck me for the first time.
We fell to the ground, staring at the sky.That's when the sky struck me for the first time.
The way she looked at me was more powerful than her touch.That's when a pair of eyes struck me.
I watched her hair dance in the air.
That's when the importance of the wind struck me.
The day I saw her do the same for someone who wasn't me,
that's when jealousy struck me.
A conversation where everything I felt became the problem—
that's when my flaws struck me.
Sitting alone in the place where we once fell together,
that's when melancholy struck me.
And lying in bed, seeing her face every night before sleep,
that's when love struck me.
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