#poet blog

[words-never-spoken]

the words spiral

and wrap around my throat

they choke me to death

and my only thought

is to apologize

-k.c.

[europasage]

on being alive.

@delepiphany on pinterest // lucy dacus, please stay // @arthoesunshine // @leaf.guy_ on tiktok // bo burnham, that funny feeling // @peepuddle

[feral-harvest]

How tenderly he holds the viper with it’s fangs in his palm.  How endless the trails of blood how parallel                           how calm. 

Carolina Outcrop. Hold the Attention of a Woman.

Detail of “The Man of Sorrows” by Hans Memling.

[scriptgoyal]

I don't understand people.

And maybe I never even wanted to understand them.

I don't even want to explain myself.

I just want those bonds that can be felt.

Which don't need to be understood, don't need to be explained.

[maihonhassan]

I may not show it but;

"Hey, since we're not texting like we used to, I don't know about your day, I don't know what you're going through anymore. I miss the moments when you share everything about your life. I wish nothing but the best for you but in the end, I just really miss you."

[poetrybynoone]

[lovedpoetical-ly]

Her

her absence makes time feel awfully long

her touch keeps me safe from the dangers of the world

her voice intrigues me, it’s the only sound I love to hear

[ivaspinoza]

Just got an email from Junk: Literary & Arts Journal saying my submission was accepted!

This is my first time ever submitting my work and I am absolutely thrilled. Thank you all my angels for your likes and reblogs, for the support and all the kind words. This is a shared victory! And thank you, @leechs :)

[leechteethwrites]

[mentalabrasion-blog]

Dead eyes lead nowhere

[corners-of-the-skies]

I gaze at stars in summer night skies

At drawings of planets on brick classroom walls

They’ve been here so much longer than I

My life is a flicker, a blink of their eye.

I bask in cosmic insignificance on Thursday afternoons

Blood from cores of dying stars

Paints the water blue

Do you love me too?

When I stare at you,

Are you staring too?

Do the Gods of the sky

Ever turn their eye

To one so small in stature?

How could I hope for love to be cast

From the heart of a being as great and as vast

While I’m still unloved by my fellow man?

While on earth I’m a spark? A grain in the sand?

I wish I could be loved enough

To know such a love from a star

Caelum warm my frozen limbs

Antares kiss all my scars

But I sit here alone

In my tub of dying stars

I long for you peacefully

Love from afar

-Astronomer. (31.12.23)

[words-never-spoken]

i mourn for someone i never knew

i look to the sky

and pray for someone who i did not choose

for they were not who i thought they were

but the death of the friend

is ever familiar

-k.c.

[poeticrambler]

Running in circles

Torn at the seams

This mask that I wear

Is not what it seems

Though I look busy

Though I look whole

I have nothing to do

And nowhere to go

Do not compare us

For we are the same

Running in circles

In this cruel, endless game

Our hearts are both wilting

Our torch hardly burns

Minds always filled with constant concerns

Only look closer if you truly dare

For this old mask of mine is beginning to tear

And if you look closely

I'm afraid you will see

That I am like you

And you are just like me

[m1ssnovember]

When the sun was at its peak, I buried myself in the park.

The dirt fell over the eyelids, squealing wheels and wagons passing by.

My body rose up and with wings, flew its way.

[poorly-caffeinated-diatribes]

Everything and Nothing

Last night, seated in rocking chairs with more patches than a farmer’s field,

We ate shortbread biscuits like we used to in the days gone past

And with the TV’s light screeching angrily at our tired eyes, we made a remarkable discovery:

“Life will go on and on and on until, inevitably, it won’t”

The words of this epiphany eked a silence into our auras that made the world stand still,

Unmovable on its axis as the moon gave up with it.

It made the planets give up, too, resting their heads as though they hadn’t for aeons,

And the rings of Saturn dispersed for holiday

The only thing that remained brightly lit --filled with energy-- was the Sun,

It glowed and it grew, spreading its ashes like it hadn’t showered since the dawn of time,

Until eventually, all that was left was the realisation, that Nothing, no matter how big nor small, would matter quite as much as Everything

And with this, after sinking in fully, the Earth slowly began to spin again,

And the stars lit up, and the rings of Saturn returned to crown their king planet, and the Sun retracted its rays ever so slightly, as though the moment for halos was finally gone,

And Everything went back to the way it was, but really, Nothing did.

[feral-harvest]

ghost to ghost your scent is the only fibre of the living it lives under my skin and behind my eyes