#old poems

[professionalfacesitter]

Yesss send me a voice note so I can hear the timber of your voice, the dialects of your native tongue, and the way my name sounds rolling off your lips.

[thelunarsystemwrites]

Apologies meant nothing.

Sure, I'll play along, I'm sorry.

I apologize to you.

Not the ones you've hurt, not the ones I've hurt, but you.

I'm sorry for being difficult to deal with, for being unreasonable and not listening.

I'm sorry for being loud, for being scatter brained and dissociative.

I humbled apologize for making you the villain, for not excusing your mistakes.

For not accepting the fact that, clearly, it was an accident, and you weren't in the right mind state.

Anger, sorrow, joy, drown it in all.

Reap the benefits when others take the hits.

Hits for chaos you've chosen to spread, and are accountable for your fits.

But no, I'm in the wrong.

So I'm sorry.

But when you make an apology, it's unwarranted and excessive.

So for even assuming you have sinned, I humbly hope you forgive me.

[razorsadness]

i’m climbing fire escapes in my mind & i can’t find my way out; typewriter keys are clicking: help me help me help me.

love is more than a loss for words, i’m a god-damn mess.

scarified and brutalized by myself, i take “no” for an answer - but not a good one.

across time zones and rivers i am sitting here,

waiting.

—JLM, “fire escape hymn” (2001)

[dreams-of-mutiny]

I want to be closer to the pain

I want to be inspired by the pain I felt in the past, when you didn’t accept my hands full of stars.

I want to feel what I felt before, the pain of knowing that you were never mine.

I would like to bleed in that distant asteroid of indifference, travel the universe, to be the gray inert sadness, the blue wake of a comet that is dying.

I want to feel the pain that I felt that moment while I fade in space with you inside me.

I want to die collapsed in the darkness of a dark sun, I want to be the center where time stops, that my prison of pain implodes with the fire of a doomed star, crushed ever closer to what I felt before — when I lost you forever.

I want to live in that black hole where pain is that last frozen second that I was still alive your heart.

[therafanatics]

RAFAEL CASAL - POETRY LIST (2024)

A collection of Rafael Casal's wonderful poems.

List of poems:

TOXIC

THE NEXT MAN'S PLATE

LEST YOU FORGET

THE FIRST TIME I PRAYED

TALKERS

FOR THE FIREMEN

SCOWL

LIFT

[persuasivestrawberryafternoons]

Revisit of old Poetry

[Untitled 10/13/22]

I stepped into my coffin willingly

Someone was here before

Their scratches still line the inside of the lid

There’s no point in an attempted escape 

An old friend of mine led me here 

As Emily would protest against

I stopped for his scythe 

I can never be Ms. Lucy Westernra 

I'll stay in my coffin this time

Besides, everyone saw her

Everyone loved her

Why is love from all an unwilling trait

Is it corruption that we all flirt with? 

A waltz to our demise? 

It is forfeit to admit that I am Gatsby

I don’t even know if that is true

I understand his plight

An internalized galaxy 

spanning into a false fabricated reality

I gave in 

long before he did

[apothepoet]

Liar's Elegy (Red Rocks)

I ask of you to tell me the truth. To look at me  and let me know all of you, yourself, your being. Every deepest crevice, cut open, as your secrets spill out,  like blood over rocks.

I try to tell you; I've always known. Ever since that day at the cliffs, where I caught a glimpse of your crimson sweater dashing away in the night. It was the same shade, I found. The same shade of the blood that flows through me, and through him.

He doesn't know; he never did. It's too late now, his head is cracked open upon the stones, against the edge, within the grass. He always did like that cardigan of his. It's a shame that it's ruined now, soaked through with that vermillion.

I miss him. You regret this, I can tell. The guilt lurks deep within your eyes, the eyes that never look at me. Perhaps you just can't bear it, the shame and regret that weighs you down so. I never noticed until now, the shade of your eyes, like fine wine.

I don't try to tell you; I don't forgive you and I never will. But my half my closet is crimson sweaters, left behind. I don't touch them. I don't want to see my hands after I do.

You flit away from me, if I ever see you. A dance far too agile, yet so deadly. I yearn to call out, but of course I don't. I never did get to tell you that red suits you, better than anything else ever did.

[eastralyn]

ode to pain

ticking minutes in my head

counting down to pain and dread

time is forcing me on my knees

bloody and screaming, "please please

stop the kicking and pinching remarks"

for it is into the pain I embark

do you remember the time I bled?

cried and pleaded the thoughts from my head?

because with the knife I cut the lace,

the one that could so delicately trace

the leaves of time falling from trees,

wishing and hoping that it would freeze

falling snowflakes from my eyes

as you watch my tears with surprise

why are you staring into my face

the one with no happiness, no trace

for time is forcing me on my knees,

bloody and screaming, "please, please"

[less-interesting-me]

[drewdaves-blog]

Reposts from 2014

MIRROR my eyes on fire everything smells like mirror glass I’ll not let you crawl through my skin again I can’t handle the dry numbness nether again

JOURNEY camper van silent sadness hung like a broken disco ball from the roof touching everyone with it’s unsparkle unshine she ’s gone I whispered move on and tugged the gloom even tighter about me

DOLLAR burn little light burn for a dollar I don’t want to wake to see the groping hand feel the holler collar I don’t want to shake in the night queens parlor

SADNESS amid the slippery spaces of our touch and tell hair bound in fingers and strewn clothes as well there is an inexplicable sadness a melancholy only heard in our sighs

LUIGI’S HORSES listen the boxes of soul light turn carousel speed wooden steeds painted on the inside seem to gallop in place it’s life it’s going nowhere and desperately wants to be real GENTLE my eyes are beds to the world dark walnut frame white duvet black satin pillow case where the tired might find rest HURT If I could just weep while I sleep…. do you mind crying on my face tonight? I can’t do both

SKIN once I slipped on your skin and saw the world through your yellows and blues its so much brighter than mine it hurt my eyes a note to the social butterfly from the recluse in your life HEART beneath and under her beauty elegant wrappings her heart was hollow bird bones fragile built to fly

BYE in the middle of that disconnect discontent when all your tears had been spent I just wretched wiped my mouth screamed aloud buried my love six feet down walked out not another sound JUPITER A ball of magical gas with rings and pretty things in orbit about your stormy skin

FIVE Excerpt from a meeting with my inner child found him tied to a tree binds cutting five had to be five injured and scared released him, held him everything will most certainly not be alright but I’m here I’m not going anywhere AGE I can feel your hand wither the bones beneath veins bas relief so stretched though too I can feel your soul resounding bell giant endless well your a planet trapped inside a crumbling shell grandmother

LUNAR EYESCAPE ahh to walk upon her eye in its hazel foam fog til i reached its black brine through its tumble jungle bog then slowly loose my mind after reveling in it all

SCOOP yesterday you weren’t here I felt not hollow but as if i was being hollowed out by the cosmic melon scoop

LEVIATHAN one of the majestic beasts who swims in my soul’s waters died the day you lied to me

DRAGON we found the snake in the garden but it was your hands that bit digging into my bicep leaving fear marks in shades of bruise I didn’t really care for I was in that moment Galahad

INTERVIEW In an interview Mary was asked to comment on kissing… she said “I’ve been kissed with lying lips so often, that when I finally tasted the truth it was far too sweet” And your first kiss? Mom still thinks she was the one, but grandfather did it unawares. Do you use your tongue when you kiss? “Sometimes more often my mind and very seldom my heart” What was your best kiss? “ My daughter fell forward and her lips struck my forehead like a spongy feather” Do you have any advice for us? Don’t make your own mistakes, let someone else do it for you. Any advice on kissing? “linger!”

SLEEP my head your thigh your hand my head your nails my skin your watchfulness my sleep

LIE Lie to me lie on me lie beside me Let me into your world that dirt cornflake world that is so messed up and yet so alluring lie to me lie on me lie beside me Climb inside my horizontal plane and we’ll search for something pristine and when we don’t find it we’ll dream

[venusdevotea]

collection of confessions | vol. I | 2017

a retrospective of love life, three years in time.

❤꧁ღ⊱♥ ――――――――――――――――――― ♥⊱ღ꧂❤

Selfish I’ve never been good at letting go, kissing you goodbye on the phone; I’ve never been good at trusting you to be safe and mine, even though right now isn’t nearly the time.

When it comes to you, I’m more selfish than selfless, unless keeping my mouth shut when my heart is screaming counts

❤꧁ღ⊱♥ ――――――――――――――――――― ♥⊱ღ꧂❤

Criminal If loving you and saying how I feel is a crime, then I guess I’m a criminal But is it criminal to be so scared everyday? I just want you to stay Here, wherever here may be.

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Sea Capturing your heart was like catching a single seal with bare hands in the water slippery and ephemeral stubborn and oblivious

But once in my grasp I’ve been so terrified to let it go. “There’s more fish in the sea” and I’m afraid I’ll never be able catch that same fish once more, So just the one seal will do, thanks.

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Terrified Sometimes I fear I’ll never hear you knocking on my door Ringing my cell, singing adverts on the telly Sending me messages in bed on time

All those little things that make you mine and I’ll be here alone in my American home…

and Peter Pan won’t visit me tonight

❤꧁ღ⊱♥ ――――――――――――――――――― ♥⊱ღ꧂❤

Nighttime Falling asleep with buds in my ears and they hurt in the morning Doesn’t hurt to listen to your voice, though I could listen to you all day, hear what you have to say I’ll never tire of your sleepy “I love yous”

Woken up by you at 1, 2, 3, 4, 5am then I guess carpe diem Fall asleep a little half past 9 And it’s too much to resist; Lying with you is so divine I can’t sleep without your goofy snores on the other line

Living my life 5 hours in the future Falling in love in another time

❤꧁ღ⊱♥ ――――――――――――――――――― ♥⊱ღ꧂❤

Augmented Reality I’ll never be as good as you Sometimes I wish in appearances, that I deserved you

These curves in my flesh, the stretch marks and rolls, cellulite and blemishes, discolouration, I shake with hesitation.

All I know for now is that I can’t let you see me like this. I can imagine your face falling once I come into view, thinking

This isn’t who I am, I’m not who you thought I was. You fell for me once before, but was it for the disembodied voice or the girl behind it?

Would you love her too? Could you love her too?

Is that too much to ask of you?

❤꧁ღ⊱♥ ――――――――――――――――――― ♥⊱ღ꧂❤

Please I’m a part of you and you a part of me I want to believe our hearts, our souls are connected eternally and when you’re not okay, I’m not okay and I wish I could help repair what’s broken, instead I have to leave you in this hole and watch as you scramble to get out, maybe you don’t even realise what you’ve dug yourself into but I’ll be here on the surface, hand extended to pull you up, up, up, out this horrible, confusing mess of things and I miss you, I need you too, oh please

please — allow me to be there for you.

❤꧁ღ⊱♥ ――――――――――――――――――― ♥⊱ღ꧂❤

[bambiali]

[seanofbeankeep]

Oh damn been reminded of that old centuries old poem where the concept is ‘what if when your soul leaves your corpse, it hates you and proceeds to call you a dumb bitch poetically like a delicacy for worms’

Whoever came up with this was on fire that day. The whole concept makes me giggle

[khofiecloud]

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ᴛᴏʀʀᴇɴᴛ ᴏꜰ ʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ʀɪᴠᴇʀ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɪʀ, ᴀʟᴏɴɢ ᴡʜᴏꜱᴇ ʙᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʟɪᴍᴍᴇʀɪɴɢ ꜱᴛᴀʀꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ꜱᴇᴇɴ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɢᴏʟᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱɪʟᴠᴇʀ ꜱᴀɴᴅꜱ ɪɴ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ʀᴀᴠɪɴᴇ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴍᴏᴜɴᴛᴀɪɴ ꜱᴛʀᴇᴀᴍꜱ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʟᴇꜰᴛ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴄʜᴀɴɴᴇʟꜱ ʙᴀʀᴇ! ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴘᴀɴɪᴀʀᴅ ꜱᴇᴇꜱ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀᴛʜᴡᴀʏ, ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʜɪꜱ ᴘᴀᴛʀᴏɴ ꜱᴀɪɴᴛ ᴅᴇꜱᴄᴇɴᴅᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱʜᴇᴇɴ ᴏꜰ ʜɪꜱ ᴄᴇʟᴇꜱᴛɪᴀʟ ᴀʀᴍᴏʀ, ᴏɴ ꜱᴇʀᴇɴᴇ ᴀɴᴅ Qᴜɪᴇᴛ ɴɪɢʜᴛ���, ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇᴀᴠᴇɴꜱ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ꜰᴀɪʀ. ɴᴏᴛ ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪ ꜱᴇᴇ, ɴᴏʀ ʏᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɴᴄɪᴇɴᴛ ꜰᴀʙʟᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴘʜᴀᴇᴛᴏɴ'ꜱ ᴡɪʟᴅ ᴄᴏᴜʀꜱᴇ, ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱᴄᴏʀᴄʜᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴋɪᴇꜱ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ'ᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏᴏꜰꜱ ᴏꜰ ʜɪꜱ ʜᴏᴛ ᴄᴏᴜʀꜱᴇʀꜱ ᴛʀᴏᴅ; ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʜɪᴛᴇ ᴅʀɪꜰᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅꜱ ᴏ'ᴇʀ ᴄʜᴀꜱᴍꜱ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴀʙʟᴇ, ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴀʀ-ᴅᴜꜱᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪꜱ ᴡʜɪʀʟᴇᴅ ᴀʟᴏꜰᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰʟɪᴇꜱ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ɪɴᴠɪꜱɪʙʟᴇ ᴄʜᴀʀɪᴏᴛ-ᴡʜᴇᴇʟꜱ ᴏꜰ ɢᴏᴅ.

ᴀʀᴛ ꜱᴏᴜʀᴄᴇ : ᴘɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇꜱᴛ

[belightmylove]

I think we were made from the clay.

How could we not be?

If ten years later you still haunt me in my dreams.

[heylookitsdaryl]

I went looking for some of my old poetry cuz I remember having written some pretty good ones -- well, I thought they were pretty good -- but all I found were the cringey ones from, like, high school and before... I guess I'll have to keep looking for the good stuff.

For now, enjoy the cringe... 😅