#PoetryCorner

[jaggedjawjosh]

I am the architect of my success. My resilience builds bridges, turning obstacles into stepping stones.

[kidgillis]

Cafe

Hungered, we sat in the back of a café. Conversing over bagels and slow jams, we sat with coffee mugs covering smiles and napkins hiding outbursts of laughter.

Strangers watched from afar, noticing the crumbs of our conversations. Losing track of time, the world grew dark while we explored our differences.

The barista blushed as we mixed our cream and sugar with fascinations of hot chocolate-filled comforts and home-style hospitality.

Abandoning our table at closing, we scurried onto the frigid streets. Standing amidst the city lights, we vowed to meet again.

Before the stars left, our eyes and lips grew acquainted; we said goodnight. Forever changed, yearning for another moment in paradise.

[sdpubliclibrary]

Burn All Books Newsletter

January 2025

[asterlune]

fate - aster lune

[whateverwhimsy]

Soul Hoax

I swing and I miss

so what if I'm distracted?

Abstractions, I'm collecting

thrust of the deadbeat homes

hanging around in the

corner of my soul -

so, so what else?

I've always just taken anything

but now discerning

is the judge -

wish we could find

what keeps us stuck

to the dread.

Haven't found hope

that springs eternal,

yet.

[senlair]

Whispers of Red and Blue.

Early morning, the cool breeze revives the soul, making me forget all the suffering my skin endured from the heat of the flames that lasted for days and weeks.

Did the heat begin after you left? Or had it always been there, unnoticed?

The gradients of blue in the sky, from the highest heights to where it kisses the earth a red ray emerges.

The red appears out of nowhere, stealing the spotlight.

Does the blue envy it?

Even though blue commands the vastness of the sky and is a masterpiece with its shades and brilliance, red overwhelms and shines...

The blue resembles all our memories together, and the red is how it all ended.

Red is my betrayal and my pain.

Red is the color of my words when I applauded someone.

Red is the color of my heart as I speak to you despite all the blue.

Red is a final attempt, unnoticed by its creator that it was the last. Red was a white lie, or perhaps something I wanted to give to you. Are you the blue, and I the red? Or were you the red all along?

You push my love away, reject it, yet it remains a part of you, with all its shades, clinging to you, making you unique.

Was the sky beautiful with its turquoise-red hue? Or was it terrifying like raging flames?

Don’t ask me if I want to be blue or red, because I don’t want to be a glowing sky.

I want to be the cool breeze that revives the soul, but not his soul.

I want God to make me like the breeze that destroyed every denier when Moses grieved.

But I want to be cool and peaceful, like the wind that saves the believers in the hereafter.

Can Moses' sorrow be compared to mine? Or his love to my love?

Moses wandered in a limitless desert, and I wandered in a love that does not exist.

I’m tired of the 'what ifs,' but what if we united and became a shade of purple, seen only at the end of the day ?

Visible not to the farmer, nor the laborer, but to a lover and a poet, worn out by words, staying awake through the nights, and a lover exhausted by the 'what ifs.'

I will not forgive you if you were whoever you were, even if it was what it was, whether in the early morning or at the end of the day.

-S.D

[abrighterspark]

ever loud, ever lively

the river flows below

bubbling with the brook sprites

laughing, light and low

[annafawcettpoetry]

[thejournalofbisonjack]

Flood

.

It will rain soon, as it does

this time of year most every

afternoon, and the colors

will rinse from the sky as

the roads flood again and

the unseen debris of all my

discarded lives will once more

disolve into the landscape.

.

[small-town--r]

Anxiety makes a home in my head,

never ending, never ceasing.

Rapidly planting roots of the unknown

that cause worry.

There's no answer of why I am this way.

P.T.S.D. holds me captive which I despise.

Why is the world so cruel when all I want to do is live peacefully.

No thoughts, no flashbacks

just peace in my mind.

R.A.

[lostcausemag]

Our issue is coming out later today! Be on the lookout.

[jaggedjawjosh]

Her health flourished; in each sunrise, she found healing, demonstrating that wellness is truly the first wealth.

[kidgillis]

Darling, I know. I know, and it's okay. There's nothing to worry about. You don't have to hide anymore. You don't have to dwell alone in the dark or pretend to be all alright. I know, and I see you. I see what you've been through and are currently going through. I heard your silent screams for help and your expressed needs. I know how you feel and exactly what you need. But will you trust me? Will you allow me to assist and help you? Will you be willing to open up yourself to be vulnerable and honest? Will you surrender all that you are holding onto? Will you accept that certain aspects of it can not be altered, changed, or fixed? Are you willing to relinquish your control over these circumstances and situations? Are you willing to release yourself and everything connected to you - letting go of everything and everyone that continues to keep you bound and burdened? Are you ready to leave the darkness, walk away from the past, and recover in the present - alive and well? Are you prepared for that? Are you able to live? You have to fight to stay alive. You have to do the work yourself. I know you're able to. But do you believe you're worthy and deserving? If so, let go. Let go of it all. In the end, you'll be grateful you did. Ultimately, you won't hurt like this once you learn to master what's wrong. Beloved, trust me...I know. I've done it before. Now, let me teach you how to fly at heights you never knew would be possible. It's okay. I know you're afraid. But, you've been stuck, stagnant, and stupid dwelling here in fear. So, moving on and living abroad shouldn't even scare you as much. Not to mention, I'll be there. No worries, no fears. Tell me when...

[theblazingpoetess]

Kintsugi Haiku

witness breaking like

a clay pot better work on

that kintsugi piece

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[trueemotions9191]

He came into my life and changed the whole perspective of how I viewed the world we live upon .

If wishes were stars he would have filled everyone .

He don’t understand how much he moved the moon and skies for me and made every day a brighter one .

Miles apart but he touched my soul in a unique way ,

Like magic he lifted the dark and awoke a sense in me ,

a feeling I craved ,

awoken with a sense ,

which somehow like magic he found and held onto , until it lit deep ,

and brought me back to my feet .

[whateverwhimsy]

Paying Penance to Residual Worth

Isn't there more time? We began to spread apart the darkness, and, for whatever reason, it left us silenced in a hopeless trance of messiness distanced from nocturnal remembrance, those odd reverberating dreams, scuttled to the core - we make out with less than we did bringing solace along with our pride, a price to pay nothing ever came for free and a delusion we doubled down on made sense (at the time) Once was never enough to prime the value of our circuitry, certainly the choice was mine all along, alone to face the fractured cold of eternity. Lifting out the bones from the fragile grave, this will be the last time I'll say goodbye.