#PoetryCorner

[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...

[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]

[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.

[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 .

[poniadeaur]

Would you rather be the poet or the poem?

[kidgillis]

I'm in need of something. I'm not sure exactly what it is. But there's a craving for it—a need to experience what it could bring. There's a desire for it. It's so close but still so far away. I can feel it. I can sense it. I can hear it. I'm just not sure of its name. It is everything I need in the moment and everything I want in the future. It is everything I could ask for, but none of the things I thought were vital. I changed from being in its presence to just wanting to be engulfed by it entirely. It doesn't make sense to most, but to me, I finally understand. A healthy love will scare you, have you run for the hills, and leave you to examine yourself before figuring out your need to return. This is an experience worth losing yourself and your pride for. I'm just happy to learn that without complications and repercussions.

[asterlune]

[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.

[courtneyreloadedagain]

You thought you could buy blowjobs with candy sticks

You thought you could bruise me as long as we kissed

And you were the candy to me

Two perverts we were - Hum 35 Lolita 23

Your black eyes called me like mystery

Your face spoke of the darkness - I was enticed

It was you - but it was also me...



...non consensual grey line sex

You never ask me; I always say yes

Because I really crave your flesh

I was a fuckdoll with no thoughts

And you played Bikini Kill songs though

I liked the sex, what can I say?

Or I just didn't know how to escape?

I didn't know best.

Why do we cum in pain?



We were perverts

but you crossed the line

and blurred it to your benefit

How sad to be a slave by sex hypnotized

I was mesmerized by God's face through devil's hand

You thought you could shut my mouth

with your mediocre lollipop

abused me and called it love

rape of my soul, did it turn you on?

I cried and toiled and choked -you lie to yourself-

but you didn't care

Why do we cum in pain?



But I grew up, Lolita always does

And her fantasies crystallize

And her heart gets tired

And she sees the other side

Lolita screamed goodbye

Couldn't sustain your lie

Lolita cried every night

for her perfect Humbert nightmare



I am fire, I am chthonic sex

I love fiercely and you know it well

It was me who freed herself - it wasn't you

I have that flame

I'm the fire of my home

You have nothing at all

[cjbtoday]

Finished a new poem and artwork, titled: Self Harm

The poem starts like this:

It makes everything feel right even though it feels wrong,

Harming myself gives me power and makes me strong,

With every cut I... https://www.christianjacquesbennett.art/self-harm

The artwork is attached.