#poems by nerve

[a-dose-of-comatose]

Christmas

Single this year

Mistletoe long wilted

Tree left bare, ornaments dusty

Alone

[crumblinggothicarchitecture]

Taylor Swift: The Lyric Thief- Evermore Edition.

Do y'all know about this?

Swift's lyric "How's one to know/ I'd meet you where the spirit meets the bone" ("Ivy" 2020).

Great, interesting lyric from Swift's own mind, right? WRONG.

Originally, it came from a poem called "Compassion" written by Miller Williams in 1997.

Here is the poem:

Have compassion for everyone you meet, even if they don’t want it. What seems conceit, bad manners, or cynicism is always a sign of things no ears have heard, no eyes have seen. You do not know what wars are going on down there where the spirit meets the bone. (Williams, 1997)

It's later used as an album title "Down Where the Spirit Meets the Bone" that Miller William's daughter, Lucinda Williams, published in 2014.

She also used the line, that her father ORGINALLY wrote, in a song tribute to him called "Compassion" on that same 2014 album.

Can we please stop pretending Swift is a genius? When, in fact, all of her most "intelligent" and "powerful" lyrics are lines outright taken from other works in literary, and musical, canon.

She's just a derivative fraud who wants all of her fans to think she's the one coming up with all these ideas.

She stole the line from a woman who used it as a tribute to her dying Father- the original author- who is now passed.

Not only did Swift rip the line out of a tribute album written to the original writer- but she also put the line in a dumb song that romanticizes cheating. She writes, "dare to sit a watch what we'll become/ and drink my husband's wine" ("Ivy" 2020). Clearly, the whole song is about a woman who is cheating on her husband.

The original intention of the line itself is about having compassion for other people, while taking care to have humility and resist the allure of cynicism. It's a poem about caring for your fellow man- and resisting despair in life. Arguably, it is also a poem about mental health issues and respecting those who may struggle. Swift twists the line to describe meeting a clandestine hookup and cheating on her husband.

Not only did she yank the line right out of someone else’s work, with no credit given to the original intention of the line or the original author- but she also made it about such a selfish, sick, thing to do- cheating on a spouse.

The original intention of the line was so kind and empathetic. She ruined it with her endorsement of cavalier attitudes towards moral corruption :(

[youmaycallmeyourhighness]

Jinx's hands curl up on instinct. Her fingers brush against her hip when she feels threatened, or surprised, or even just irritated. Ekko slides his hand in hers and she crushes it without realizing. He doesn't pull away, says he's happy she's here, happy to have her. She'll hurt him if she stays, she's not a good person. She knows very intimately that she is not, it's why she never lets go.

[aemperatrix]

[pinetree-poet]

2024 NOVEMBER POEM-A-DAY CHAPBOOK CHALLENGE: DAY 4 ~ NO REGRETS

NO REGRETS © 2024 G. Smith (BMI) =================== I’ve done some stupid things in my time; Mostly dumb mistakes, and maybe a petty crime, But I never lost my nerve, On the things that I deserved. And I have no regret, For most things I didn’t get.

I lost a job for actin’ a fool, And sayin’ things that just weren’t cool. I traded in my faded jeans, For the dress blues of the U.S. Marines, And I have no regret, For coming home a vet.

So many times I’ve changed my mind, Buyer’s remorse, of course; And mourned the morning star at rising sun. But life’s too short for might’ve been, Forgettin’ regret is best, my friend, No tossing or turning when the day is done.

I’ve had my heart broken a time or two, But never quite as bad as with you. I never thought that I’d recover, From the pain of being your jilted lover; Yet I have no regret, For the day that we first met. For I still love you yet; And I have no regret; I have no regret.

[doot-boi]

A poem I wrote in 20 minutes, near midnight, about my acquired disability

I Remember

I remember running The school athletics carnivals and cross country A solidly average time But sometimes enough for inter-school I remember jumping Clearing walls and fences Joking about my "parkour" skills It saved time on every journey I remember walking 15 minutes to school with tiny legs Quicker once I moved and grew tall But back then I walked everywhere I remember riding Pedalling along the bike track The river flowing along just off my side I could race that river some days I remember dancing Not a skillful or artistic display Just a response to the music An effort to externalise joy I remember fencing A dull strip of metal An effort to make the footwork natural I could've learned more if I stuck with it I remember climbing Trees and rocks were a joy to summit The inner-city climbing gym Even just the banister and railings I remember hiking Camping out in the bush Trekking through worn paths and red undergrowth Shame I didn't have great endurance I remember sliding Rolling Diving Skipping I remember all that used to be easy I remember all that I can't do now And all that I shouldn't I hate that I remember I will hold those memories as gingerly as I would hold my heart

[darlingdickie]

For You and Me

I ate some stardust And so did you I kinda thought it tasted blue But you said yours was rust

Our fingertips graze Upon our walk You grin over at me and don't balk With this, for you, the world I'll raze

Protecting each other Meeting my friends God, I'd give anything to make amends I'd give anything to not lose my brother

Mischief and smiles Sleepovers together Flocked like robins of a feather Now life is just full of trials

He laughs and taunts My blades flash His blood like mirrors with each gash Behind my eyes, your soul haunts

Alone, alone, alone again Alone from these nests I've flown To alight in a new city of cries and limestone I can't sleep here, not in this haven

Now alone with my white dust And missing you too much I try to remember your warm touch But all I taste is rust

[mrpicasso-face]

Up late again.

Exercising at odd intervals.

I tell myself,

"It's just to keep the blood flowing",

"It's to tire myself out before bed".

If I could speak candidly

I'm nervous.

I don't know why,

Yes I do,

But it seems such a foolish thing

To wring my hands over.

Excuse me a moment.

. . .

There I go again.

That's my problem,

No amount of movement

Will shoo these moths out of my gut.

Soon,

I'll be standing in a field full of strangers

That meadow will be a coliseum

Those people will be gladiators

And I,

The prisoner.

Unarmed

Untrained

Vulnerable.

Worst of all,

I'm not even wearing sandals.

[queenlucythevaliant]

What shall I do with this body I've been given, so much at one with me, so much my own?

For the quiet happiness of breathing, being able to be alive, tell me to whom I should be grateful?

I am gardener, flower too, and not alone in the world's dungeon.

My warmth, my exhalation, one can already see on the window-pane of eternity.

The pattern printed in my breathing here has not been seen before.

Let the moment's condensation vanish without trace: the cherished pattern no one can efface.

-Osip Mandelstam

[bloodbathfortwo]

Like minds coded: Gudnyt.

[mashed-potatoes-art]

Bantiarna Gheimhridh / Lady Winter

Tágann sí ag bás an fhómhair, 's ag damhsa na deireadh duilleoga 's ag racht goil na n-éin ag tús an codladh chruinne.

Bánaíonn mo bharraí, le síoc 's sneachta, 's Cuireann sí an leac oighir ar na haibhneacha 's na lochanna.

Taispeánann sí dom na réalta is soilsí sa spéir na hoíche, 's mise i mo theach teolaí, ag taitneamh as teas na tine.

Fágann sí ag breith an tearrach, nuair a éiríonn na chéad bláthanna, 's a dhúisíonn an domhain, le ceol na n-éin.

Cuirim coróin na cróch ar a cheann, nuair a thagann sí póg fuar dom 's deirim léi: "Slán leat, feicfidh mé tú an bhliain seo chugainn, A Bhantiarna Gheimhridh, tá tú i mo chuimhne 's mo chroí ".

She comes at the death of autumn, and at the dance of the last leaves, and at the weeping of the birds at the start of the world's slumber.

She whitens my fields, with ice and snow, and she puts the ice on the rivers and lakes.

She shows me the brightest stars in the night sky whilst I am in my cozy home, enjoying the warmth of the fire.

She leaves at the birth of spring, when the first flowers bloom, and the world awakens with the song of the birds.

I put a crown of crocus' on her head, when she gives me a cold kiss and I tell her: Goodbye, I will see you next year, Lady Winter, you are in my memories and my heart.

[corvianbard]

#6732

Herbal infusion In a small cup made of clay, Help calm down my nerve.

[altaroftransexuality]

top ten breakfasts that inspire poetry

[aeroma-soyam]

Knotted nerves and Organs

Apparently, shattered bones and every part of flesh torn, bleeding, some of the pieces lay in the woods, some drown in the oceans. But I am bound to human existence, controlled by space and time; the world does not stop. So, I keep stitching, with knotted nerves to my organs, with flesh into bones. I am not my god or my mother; I can't rebuild myself... instead, I weave. If I cease weaving, I'd crumble into the woods or be swallowed by the oceans. So, I weave my continuity while drinking coffee, while gazing at the stars, while loving, while grieving, while writing. I keep weaving until I am a mosaic of threads and tangled nerves with a name.

- Soyam

[vancalox]

like out of all the many, many traumas ive given elspeth my favorite has gotta be the deep roads lol. and specifically the way she never really got OUT of them. yeah so maybe her body did but not HER. shes still down there with ruck and helspith every time she closes her eyes. and during future expeditions when she goes down into the deep roads for real, it doesnt feel like some horrible nightmare it feels like REALITY and its the surface and love and warmth and alistair thats nothing more than a pleasant dream. one shes always going to wake up from. bc even in her happiest moments she's never not aware of the darkspawn digging up towards her just a few miles under her feet. and never not feeling the eyes of the deep roads looking at her, gleefully waiting for her, and knowing its not going anywhere

[hademetra]

Skin

It occupies every inch of my skin As thoroughly as my mind. It itches, it stings; The pain that it brings: A truly encumbering kind.

My thoughts can't be free from the screams of my nerves, Forever a slave to their pain. They beg, they cry To sleep, to die, Forever lamenting in vain.