#Free verse poetry

[johnnyslittleanimalblog]

Some People Dream in Abstract (Great Smoky Mountains National Park) by Mark Stevens Via Flickr: Some People Dream in Abstract Thoughts Like an Expressionist's Painting While other are bizarre, almost seemingly surreal Mine have been both, and sometimes in red But right now, I only dream wonderment for what stands in front Another work of short poetry or prose to complement the image captured one afternoon in the Cades Cove area of Great Smoky Mountains National Park. This was at a roadside pullout along the main park road with a view looking to the north-northwest to a group of black bears (momma bear and three cubs) who happened to be crossing this asphalt road. I captured quite a few images at this location, but this is one of the few that I really liked of the group because the momma bear happened to be looking in my general direction while her cub continued on.

[lorithescrump]

Our paths are pathed

The same shade

o shameful red

This tiresome trail

I shall walk with you

For our soles are soaked

This shade

o shameful red

[urdeepestdesire]

Once, you said:

“Take this,

find me

and bring it back, please."

Since then,

i took an oath

i ain't done with the symphony of life

'til i give yourself back to you.

Behind Us, Michal Zahornacky.

[cornerstoner13]

addict - a poem

I am nothing more than an addict without an outlet So instead, I am searching  to shoot up on sadness. 

✰ - k.

[wenumsmol]

Ma-whore-aga

Arch your back, chest pressed in the sheets. Toot that ass upright and let Mahoraga beat it.

I know its big. I know its hefty. Cock veined, heavily hanging leftly.

It's too much but he assumes you'll adapt with his hand on your waist and your pussy in his lap.

#But I'm not a rapper.

[visionsofaselfmademan]

[writinginreadlight]

My mother calls me Napalm, she says I’m hard to breathe in. I choked on those words, embarrassed by the truth of it. I crouched under the plume of shame, determined not to be flattened by it. Flat like my breast, bound under this dress.

Flat like that man who told me I was nothin. Should I take it all in? Open my lungs and embrace the Toxic tastes of others’ disdain for who I am? I’m not a thief. My treasures are passed down.

These gifts are inherited from my father, Who left my mother headstrong and bedridden.

[trans-writes]

Transcript under the cut

Letter to my mother’s second son:

Dear freak, dear idiot, dear asshole,

Dear blood of my blood,

Dear baby brother,

I’m sorry.

I’m sorry for the unwelcome, 

I’m sorry for the hostility,

I’m sorry for seeing your visits as invasions.

I’m sorry for the bitterness when your home became my prison,

I’m sorry for casting you, scrawny and skittish and scared, as my jailer.

I’m sorry for Our Father, who art in jail,

I’m sorry that he loved me, or at least,

I’m sorry that you thought he did.

I’m sorry for mom’s ex boyfriend and the hole in the wall and the cracks in the tile,

I’m sorry for the locked door and the empty stomach and the silence or the screaming,

I’m sorry for the little boy in the corner learning nuclear fusion, melting fear and hunger into 

anger, into energy,

I’m sorry no one came to save you.

I’m sorry for our grandfather, his apathy, his old-fashion, his misunderstanding,

I’m sorry you don’t know how to stand down in peacetime,

I’m sorry he’s always up in arms.

I’m sorry for your dead friend,

I’m sorry I don’t know what to say, 

I’m sorry no one else is saying anything but go do the dishes.

I’m sorry for this stupid fucking town and how everyone here has something rotting in the 

cupboard,

I’m sorry for your stupid fucking friends,

I’m sorry there’s little better to be found here.

I’m sorry for trauma, for tragedy, for being unable to hold it all,

I’m sorry the doctor won’t help you,

I’m sorry you’re stuck here.

I’m sorry,

I’m sorry,

I love you.

— r.a.b. // 05-19-2024

[3amfanfiction]

You pull guns not fire extinguishers

When someone is burning in front of you.

You pull guns not fire extinguishers

When a mother takes what isn’t hers,

She can’t feed her children when she’s the only one.

When she asked you for help you told her, “get a job, go to school, don’t have kids”

As the food made its way into her bag when she knew her card was empty,

You pull guns not fire extinguishers.

You pull guns not fire extinguishers

and then are surprised when no one will ask for help.

Surprised when people get nervous if they see you even looking at them.

You pull guns not fire extinguishers

When you see a hijab.

Whenever prayer rugs are pulled out,

And thoughts turn inward,

You pull guns not fire extinguishers

You pull guns not fire extinguishers

Then you ask ‘why don’t they like me?’

‘Can’t they see I’m doing what’s right?’

‘Can’t they see the respect I deserve?’

Your fingers wouldn’t be able to find the pin, your hands don’t know how to work a nozzle you’ve never held.

You pull guns not fire extinguishers

When a man cries for help.

His mind works a bit differently than yours, whether from birth or use.

When he asked you for help you told him, “figure it out, stop sleeping here, don’t bother the people walking by”

Then when he screams and disrupts and is in your way,

You pull guns not fire extinguishers.

You pull guns not fire extinguishers

When a boy holds a phone,

An oak tree drops it’s acorn,

A man tries to breathe.

You pull guns not fire extinguishers

Because you’re not here to help.

[cybereucharist]

Wrote this in 15 minutes at a café listening to DELIRIO DE GRANDEZA by Rosalía.

[maggotslove]

To be someone’s muse

To be the ink they use when they write their poems and rhymes, and be written as nothing but divine

To be studied and worshipped on paper, a new use of your life a new way to be alive

being watched with want and seen as life

so incredibly bright, all will want a bite

[roberttaylorsleeps]

Why?

Why do I let others stab my chest, just to feel the pain I seek? Why do I climb walls that have no steps, just to fall back on my feet? Why do I continue to drive myself forward, until I'm collapsing on my knees. Why do I continue to push myself onward, to a goal I cannot achieve.

Driving myself....insane through this endless repeating task. Seeding petty doubts in my brain, an audience that repeatedly asks "Why do I chose to do the things I do?" "Why do I chose to do the things I do?" To chase the carrot on a stick, to chase the clouds in the sky. Dreams that will never leave the confines of my empty and rotting brain.

And as the audience repeats the same phrase again, and again, I ask myself, why? Why. Why do I push forward? Why I do jump in? When I know the ship is sinking. When I know the door is locked. There are no stairs to get up the wall! So why do I climb up knowing I will end up on my knees.

-Robert Taylor (RobertTaylorSleeps)

[demonladys]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: プロジェクトセカイ カラフルステージ！| Project SEKAI COLORFUL STAGE! (Video Game) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Akiyama Mizuki/Shinonome Ena Characters: Akiyama Mizuki, Shinonome Ena Additional Tags: Poetry, Trans Female Character, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Free Verse, Ena5 Spoilers Summary:

a conversation between artist and muse

[urdeepestdesire]

In a dark corner of your mind,

deep in the room

of melancholy;

there is a chair

i come sit on,

walking my fingers

along the marks that cover it all.

I raise my eyes,

you’re standing

with hands by sides;

i hug your coldness

i touch every meaning of you

every lost meaning.

[namelesspoett]

I write.

I write, blood

To stitch my old scars

I write, ink

To hydrate my

Deserted heart

I write,

To sing what

My mind silently

Screams

I write,

So I can breath

Words of a poet

I write,

For my thunderstorms

Can bloom gardens

[midileduwang]

Fakeman is a robot in thigamajig skin.

You're all living a lie.

Illusions within delusions

Drugged by cultists for a fight the death

Love camouflaging under strife.

indeed they were all in disguises

concocted by black rainbows.

THEY WERE MY GAY DINOSAURS ALL ALONG FUCK YOU UBISOFT!