#goneahead poetry

[goneahead]

I cut my lip on the hard edge of

morning, my heart's walls

are too thin, for the

rustle of you in

my sheets.

Is this

love?

My

toes

on the

very edge of

maybes and forever,

my heartstrings too tight,

and a pair of scissors in my hand-

[mayberrycryptid]

Wayfaring Hearts

I only had Grace, hated this place,

But meeting you set my head spinning,

Gun in my face, a bullet graze,

We were star-crossed from the beginning.

All of their lies, I locked up inside,

I was a soldier in need of a war.

With you at my side, your star as my guide,

I learned I could be something more.

Taking a risk, with all of life's twists,

You faced hell just to save more lives.

With gun and fists, I guarded your six,

And thanked the stars that you somehow survived.

Struck by a reef, of loss and grief,

I let the fates take both mast and spar.

I wanted relief, some inner peace,

Only to realize I needed your star.

Blood, sweat, and tears; laughter and beers,

I thought we had forged a family,

But after all these years, you disappeared.

Guess love wasn't in the stars for me.

I'm alright, I'm doing fine.

Ever since your star crossed mine--

I always knew it would end.

Your star saved me again and again--

We could never be something more--

Wait, why are you standing at my door?

I want to make up for lost time, hitch your star to mine,

Cuz your love led me back to the shore.

note 1: These awesome, wonderful, incredible gifs were all made by the amazingly talented @somethingincrediblyright

note 2: The traditional Polynesian science of star navigating is often called wayfaring.

note 3: I had something completely different planned for Danny's b-day, but somehow this happened instead.

[goneahead]

@sepezzz reminds of a poem I wrote about cat-sitting:

You asked me to check on your cat,

left me your keys, a note on the fridge,

canned cat food lined up the counter. Me

and your cat, we ignored the note, stayed

up late, watching infomercials instead. I

let him bum a smoke. We took turns,

putting down your music, talking about

how you are completely helpless in the

kitchen. Halfway through the second

beer, your cat admitted he already

missed your laugh. I admitted I did, too.

When he asked, I let him have my last

cigarette.

This is from when I went on a 1 month trip and missed my cat so much that I ended up drawing him as a stout new Yorker from the 30s to cope

[heartofmuse]

As I read between your lines and knew you, I surrendered to what I found there.

e.v.e.

[sreekar]

Ate her cherry flavored kisses for breakfast

as the tension lasted longer than my patience.

she felt like a cigarettes after sex song,

the way her eyes harboured a cosmic sentience.

her hands swayed according to the flow of the conversation,

while her smile shimmered through,

hypnotising me for a drawn-out duration.

[goneahead]

Lovers should spark, flint and iron,

arcing across each other's skin like

flashes of summer lightening, but

our hearts are only thin wisps of

smoke and barely beating ember,

choked thick by ash and regret.

Yesterday, a friend said,

'I'll pray for you." I said, "No.

Just send matches."

[goneahead]

no, but I brought a wisp-white August

cloud, gathered close with the drunken

laughter of friends on a hot porch night,

and tied tight to the long end of a summer

shadow. Come, bide with me through winter’s

dark evening, and when the spring melt begins to

sing, then me and you will net the returning light—

together.

~~~~~

@nosebleedclub ❤️ for the prompt!

Did you bring the light?

[sonreyes]

[glitteryteenpoems]

the shape of the moon

the whisper of a breeze echoes through the house we’ll never live in

it kicks up dust  from your unused wicker chair and rustles the dead flowers on the windowsill

outside the overgrown garden aches to be frolicked in  our bones feed the flowers

wild the way you wanted to be growing free as our house rots a perfect sphere shining in the moonlight

the moon put the wind in your bones so you could visit once more without considering how hard it would be to leave again

easy for her to say she ebbs and flows but we’re only buried once

we fall apart  slowly, slowly.

[sherrylephotography]

@sherrylephotography My poetry and photography 3/23/23

China cup nest

Teeny tiny china cup nest 

Hurricane gust blow the bough

Her chicks are nestled deep in the tiny cup

Boom Thunder so loud it breaks the sound barrier 

The vibration reaches down to the depths of my soul

Like a faucet on full blast the rain is drenching everything in sight

 Suddenly the sun pushes the clouds away

And brings us a colorful rainbow

The hummingbird and her chicks survive, at-least for today

How can something so fragile be so strong

[goneahead]

Wild geese wings fold the crisp dawn

like a love letter,

but my heart lacks stamps. And you.

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[fs-lewisartistry]

Who’s Who

I know I am more than a mother - or lover -

More than just a homemaker, here waiting to cater -

More than the number that punches the clock -

More than you asked for and it comes as no shock.

I am a louse, running wild through the hairs of your head,

The wet spot you cover as you lay down for bed.

A snake in the cupboard - hiding inside the pots,

A flesh-eating cancer - who’s brought you to rot.

I am a dream trapped inside bone and flesh -

This reality is trite and my fantasies never rest.

I am a settler and it’s starting to show -

How much I abhor it -

How bitterness grows.

-FS Lewis 8/1/23

[hhyde]

The storm has returned

Stripped my epidermis and celebrated the rot

Sold the ego that was pulling me together

Tied each and every member in a knot

Told me to throw everything up

And here I am once again, apart.

- @hhyde

[goneahead]

@chucklingpecan

Late at night, the Akron

fault rumbles. Ohio's

cracked heart, full of

rain and sorrow.

Lake Erie it’s own self

dumps its tears

on Cleveland’s shores

[kirkshiresloss]

Comes over me so swiftly

I haven't time to think.

I know I swore It off

but I really need a drink.

These decisions that I'm making

they ain't making any sense

but my hands start to shaking

when i speak of you in past tense

theres no one here to talk to

when im sitting all alone

I'd rather smash this bottle

and pick up a phone

but we need no melodrama

no audience to critique

when we both were born of trauma

Lovers sharing a karmic link

As im drowning in these feelings

I can feel you in my bones

Hell may not heal me

but even Hades needs a home.

-kirkshiresloss-

//Persephone//

@fadedawaywiththebreeze

[heartofmuse]

Poet,

Let me write you a poem. So many pour from your heart for the river of my eyes. Let me tell you how you cradle my heart, how you bless my eyes with beauty so sublime tears come to my eyes. Poet of mine, let me embrace you and your art with the eternity I am and where you will resonate for all time.

e.v.e.