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[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]

What Is Love

First Love i’m First Love...and i never learned how to leave i’m the flutter in a young heart the rush of blood to cheeks the scribbled names on notebook margins i burned bright and fast a spark in the dark they say i’m unforgettable...and it’s true i linger like the smell of summer rain but the truth is i don’t know how to end things gently i vanish like a wisp and i never, ever fully move on

Unrequited Love

i’m Unrequited Love...and i can’t stop hoping i’m the hand that reaches out into empty space the gaze that lingers a second too long i live in half-spoken words and awkward silences in the late-night messages never sent i give everything ...expecting nothing except maybe the chance to be seen just once like sunlight through a cracked door

Familial Love

i’m Familial Love...and i hold it all together i’m the embrace of a parent the laughter at the dinner table the unspoken understanding across generations i’ve survived wars distance silence and time but i am not always easy...i can be heavy a duty a responsibility that binds too tight i carry the weight of a thousand yesterdays and sometimes i fear i am taken for granted

Forbidden Love

i’m Forbidden Love...and i thrive in the shadows i’m the kiss stolen in the dark the secret held close i live in whispers in the spaces between glances in the thrill of what should never be i promise everything...but give nothing i leave a trail of scars wrapped in sweet memories and though i seem intoxicating i always fade with the sunrise

Self-Love

i’m Self-Love...and i’m still learning how to speak up i am the mirror that smiles back the deep breath of relief i grow slowly like roots finding their way through rock i’m the warm bath after a long day the quiet forgiveness the small victories no one else notices but i’m often overshadowed by my louder siblings drowned out by guilt shame...or comparison i’m here tonight because i want to learn to take up space to be as big as the love i give away

Enduring Love

i’m Enduring Love...and i’ve been around forever i’m the hand held through hospital beds the wrinkles shared the ‘i love you’ said for the thousandth time with new meaning i am not perfect i’ve faced doubts temptations storms i’ve learned the art of patience the practice of forgiveness i am what remains when the fireworks fade the gentle glow of embers that keeps the cold away but sometimes i wonder...am i still enough or have i forgotten what it means to stay

[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]

Emily Was Always Blurry

a distortion

Emily was always blurry colors running and dripping was outside of all lines Death drew she vibrated  her edges unclear and undefined

Emily was out of focus a different timeline a string theory there

but never really there

[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’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

[stoxxgaleriaderte]

Random pieces from the last few months...

[takingstockofwhatmattersmost]

softly you open places long hidden and i marvel “how can silence speak so loudly” “how can quiet feel so full”

there are corners of your heart where shadows have settled deep places only hinted at before that i am patient for that i’ve only begun to see

softly

enough for you to

trust