MUNTHASIR SHAM - POEMS

Munthasir would rather you read the works instead.

Remain.
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​Dull haze of the
woods, covered paths
and leaves lay still
asleep as I had
been.
Bright beams scatter
blue across the
creeping weirwoods
quiet, as I wished to
be.
Strange noises from the
roots led me to
pieces of the
troubled remains, dead as I would
be.
True soul gazed, lifeless
had met the rhythm
of none, to want a start
fresh as I too could
be
Words remained at the
mouths of two, both
wanted more of
the other, I had
hoped.
Swalloed by soil, a
grave forgotten and
life remained the
same, as I, we
are.
 
 

​We Are.

The nature of us
is to nurture
spirits of the alive.
We all seek life
and love; for death
the most peaceful.
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​Plan.

I’ll have to buy a thick rope.
I am not with hope.
Fix and hang,
how easy to let go.
Im going off
the edge,
try and say
something to stay on my ledge.
Tears roll down.
A puddle I can,
swim about and drown
I want to say those aren’t for you,
but rather I wish they were.
I can’t see myself.
An image of me,
seems so bleak, I turn
I sigh and I cry
another down the eye.
I sigh, this is silicon
Almost stretch, my time.
I keep placing another finger,
unconsciously, I stay.
Threads fray,
so does the way.
Say,
Do you still love me? Did you ever?
Why does it feel so easy to let go?
Why do I sit alone in the dark and feel nothing at all? all I do is feel the warmth leave, roll down my face.
Want a hopeful dream,
want one to seem
real
heal.
A change, can seek
in you, I see.
Lost in side
try, hide
A heartbeat there is
So loud and profound
Will I be found?
I lay alone, the sound
drenched, drowned.
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​Thoughts Can Consume.

​I’m just staring
at the dark.
With myself and
my tears.
Nothing keeps me
company, not the cotton,
not the walls. Quiet
literally nothing at all.
Time is haunting,
maybe talking
words of which I
can’t quite make but it points.
I’m trying,
I’m trying,
no I’m just
crying.
To be so out of place,
do you feel lack?
Can you sit back
and just let go?
I want to, but
there is you.
I should, I will,
I might, a mind of
me in solitude of
a thought.
Not dark, for
it seems so stark.
I’m going to
let go.