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[takingstockofwhatmattersmost]

i’ve read your words and they settle in my chest like smooth stones in quiet water you’ve captured the kind of love that feels like exhaling like waking up to sunlight instead of in an alarm

i think about what it means to crave someone not out of hunger...but for the peace they bring to hold their heartbeat in your hands not because you fear losing it but because it’s the first sound that’s ever felt like

home

you’ve drawn love like a warm blanket not smothering...steady not demanding but always there isn’t that the kind of love we all hope for the type that doesn’t fill the cracks but teaches us to live with them gently beautifully completely

[recognizingthevoiceless]

Thank you for the reblog! You're doing great work for writers on here :D

No worries...thank you for writing, without you all there'd be nothing for us to reblog! Keep writing, we'll be reading!

[stoxxgaleriaderte]

[burningmuses]

Ok...is it just me? I just went to the poetry tag so I can find some new poets to reblog and get them some exposure. I'd say about 50% of the posts are just garbled nonsense posts that are meant to look like poetry...they just make no sense. Like..."the warm standard of a bitten cardinal can't run to the piggly wiggly in underwear" sort of crazy??? Is this a new trend in poetry that I have just missed??? Because if so....I've got a shit ton of new material I'll be posting, so stand by!!!!! Seriously though...WTH????

[daisy101202]

[takingstockofwhatmattersmost]

i’ve tried... but forgiveness is just another lie they tell you when you’re young like clean water or fair fights i’ve had enough of it

no more bending no more swallowing pride like a bitter pill that sits in my throat a stone i can’t cough up and why should i let it go why should i hold their shit in my hands and pretend it’s flowers

i won’t forgive anymore not the lovers who left not the friends who lied not the strangers who walked by and didn’t look twice at the bleeding at the scars i carved...myself

they say it’s for your own good to forgive and forget like it’s an answer like it won’t cut you again the second you turn your back but i know better now i’ve tasted the copper in my mouth the flavor of holding on and it’s goddamn real more real than their empty fucking words

so i’ll keep it every grudge every slight like a badge pinned to my chest the last honest thing i own

[recognizingthevoiceless]

“Alone”

BY EDGAR ALLAN POE

From childhood’s hour I have not been

As others were—I have not seen

As others saw—I could not bring

My passions from a common spring—

From the same source I have not taken

My sorrow—I could not awaken

My heart to joy at the same tone—

And all I lov’d—I lov’d alone—

Then—in my childhood—in the dawn

Of a most stormy life—was drawn

From ev’ry depth of good and ill

The mystery which binds me still—

From the torrent, or the fountain—

From the red cliff of the mountain—

From the sun that ’round me roll’d

In its autumn tint of gold—

From the lightning in the sky

As it pass’d me flying by—

From the thunder, and the storm—

And the cloud that took the form

(When the rest of Heaven was blue)

Of a demon in my view—

[burningmuses]

Kevin's Note: If only ALL poetry left you this way...

going to read a poem & it turns into a dust cloud with legs & fists kicking out & i tumble away all cut up with a black eye

[burningmuses]

Good Morning Everyone!! Well, for those of us that it is morning that is! For all the others out there...Good afternoon or evening! We're all on tumblr-time here!

[takingstockofwhatmattersmost]

i’ve seen it the kindness in burning out people love a mess they can pity watching a man dismantle himself step-by-step like a moth...drunk on a light bulb no good reason nothing left to win it’s the kind of thing they can finally forgive

they call it self-destruction but it’s just another way to be seen one more broken bone in the human carnage and we buy it...don’t we? don't we????? swallow the fucking story whole like it’s not all staged like it’s something pure

the truth is we’re all scraping the same shit off our shoes a mess of our own making chasing a way out that isn’t there we’re the cigarette ash in our own whiskey the cracked tile on the floor stepping back...trying to see the whole picture but it’s smeared by all the factory runoff and we’re swimming drowning in it

maybe i already know this maybe...i’m just another part of it the same as the rest of you's an echo in the steel cogs of the machine i try to believe i’m different but every time i step out i step right back in

it’s not that i don’t want to get clean it’s that i know better there’s no escape from it you lean in...or you rot either way you’re just one more product of the goddamn mess we were born into god damn it

[recognizingthevoiceless]

Kevin's Note: THIS...this right here makes me smile. Seeing your smile, your happiness is what Friday's are ALL about here at the TWC!!! Sir Mike slay's the day!!

Oh no, not again! LOL and greetings my dear friends. This is my first timed selfie and the results were interesting to say the least. I set it to 3 seconds and ran like (censored) 😊 This is me in Tai Chi Mode (sort of). The arms are supposed to be extended but the picture would have chopped them in half and the knee is a bit high, but my young friends at my former job loved it, and one young lady even said I looked healthier and happier than she ever remembered seeing me. Needless to say, this greatly pleased a certain ancient poet. Not too much more to say today, but I did want to add, no matter how old you are or who you are, If you want them badly enough, peace and joy are never beyond your reach. And on that note, lets close with the big finish. If no one's told you yet today, let me be the first to say... I love you, Mike 💕

[stoxxgaleriaderte]

"Abstract Distance"

[burningmuses]

Do you believe in love at first sight?

I'm a poet...of course. Don't we all????? I also believe in aliens, ghosts and the future of our species.

[takingstockofwhatmattersmost]

i remember dying not in the way the poets talk about dying but in the quiet unraveling of self like a thread pulled loose from a once-whole seam

i remember the way the air felt thinner how the world softened around the edges like it too was tired of holding on and for a moment...i wondered if everything was dying with me

i remember the heaviness of forgetting how my name sounded foreign in my own mouth or how the mirror reflected a stranger someone i had never agreed to become

but mostly i remember the calm of it how surrender felt like exhale how letting go tasted sweeter than clinging

and when it was over when i woke to a world stitched together again i wasn’t the same but i wasn’t sorry either

[recognizingthevoiceless]

Kevin's Note: This is brilliant and one of the best things I've read in quite awhile. Simplistic, but brilliant!! How have I not seen this before?

— thomas penny