#original poetry

[ag--arts]

I'm gonna share this with my English teacher

so soft it hurts

[poppiesandpromises]

Somewhere in a noose

Or perhaps a guillotine

Hope lays, bleeding out

[hearthpoetry]

Last night, I had a dream I was exploring my own mouth, but rather than anything warm, I found something cold and dark. An endless cistern inhabited the space where speech should be.

When a house burns, at what point does the outside consume the inside? When the foundation begins to crumble? Just as the sky glimpses the floor? Before the final plume of ash settles?

My creator must have felt I didn't deserve doors or windows. My very construction was doomed from the beginning. But still, I dream of a day when my hearth will forget the cold and dark. Why, then, can I not seem to settle as my walls are peeled away?

Because anyone could find their way in.

Because anyone can mishandle a flame.

So I keep myself company. Carving my sight into the edges of these walls, searching for any signs of light. Pressing my fingertips in the corners, searching for embers. Ignoring the breeze upon my back.

41⁰ Fahrenheit

hearth, 11/16/2024

[alexanthonymar]

you too - Alexander Anthony Mar

[robertjw4688]

Our synapses

can crisscross

in the afterglow

of a kiss.

I imagine us

dancing and laughing

in the parking lot of some

nameless restaurant;

we are tied

together

at the aorta

but oh so free!

Robert J. W.

[creativesoulbutchaoticmind]

Cabin

and thus,

our forever ended.

maybe not all is lost,

maybe in a another life we are in a cabin,

watching the snow fall,

saying ‘I love you’ till the words bleed with passion.

Our forever didn’t last here,

but,

I can pray till my last breath that when I slip into eternal slumber,

I can say how beautiful the snow is.

[cornerstoner13]

i will do it scared because what’s even more terrifying, is the regret of not doing it at all.

- do it with bile in your throat and sweaty palms.

[ink-flavored]

Magnet Monday Week 77: Adventure

^ a wizard trying to use reverse psychology to get The Chosen One to go on their foretold quest

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Adventure

Adventure? where would you go?

the world only has stars and clouds

in the sky above

just silence, a gentle show

only puddles of peace

paws of cats and animal singing

tiny flowers waving from the grass

full trees, surrounding green

wild cranberries for warm pies

and sweet spiders traveling by

pink fish that fly through pools like air

and fire to feel away from here

no

there's nothing to see out there

[elemwire]

Feeling to Feeling

Something happens, I get a feeling,

Then it turns into another,

Then another,

A play of feelings run my life,

People tell me, "Be rational",

Yet I see them being emotional,

All they do is for the sake of feelings,

Safety, security, love, lust, pride, success,

All feelings, chasing highs and lows,

Never stopping to think,

Is this worth it? Is this all there is?

I don't know, but don't tell me what to do.

You have no idea why you're made this way,

Made to chase after them each day.

-Sebastian Devassy Cherian

@elemwire

[mentalnote1]

Crossroad of Love - Poetry

I have loved you beyond my hearts ability

Screaming blasphemy at my own spiritual immobility

Lusting for life and my own mental fertility

I still love you beyond my own ability

I can’t even make love to you and it’s killing me

And here I am on the edge of hello

Or goodbye

I’m standing on the crossroad of

Love

[poppiesandpromises]

Copper pennies &

The taste of fear— all your plans

Still cannot save you

[zainabelmeziani]

- Zaïnab El Meziani

[lynne84]

There is beauty in the emptiness, a humorous undertone beats out of its curious heart.

I wish to laugh, but I can not.

I am a part of it, and I may not speak.

The laughter grows louder even when the masses are quiet.

A silent joke, protruding from the hallow gash.

I see it.

It's meaning divined through a compass, whose hands have long since faded.

Now left to rot in the incessantly adrift laughter.

[robertjw4688]

My once slithy soul

softens in joy-laden tears.

Don't let me go back.

Robert J. W.

[kissofljfe]

in the quiet of the kitchen,

save for my shallow breaths,

i find you melting sweetly at the edges.

my blurry vision drinks in

the sight of your decadence.

you gleam in the orange glow of the oven.

i trace the side of your neck,

and you hold a smile

just like i’d hold your waist.

my heart swells like a pillowy pastry,

neither full nor empty.

i dream of this gentle heat.

give me a taste, just a bite,

let me indulge in you.

19/1/25