#poetry reblog

[beasteaterr]

put my breath back into me,

it is too late for anything.

i am the weight of air i cannot hold,

a tired ache in a body that forgets

how to feel anything at all.

i've worn down the edges of my own name,

and there is nothing left to say

except the silence that clings like a second skin.

put my breath back into me,

it is too late for anything.

halo

[darkfrenchwitch]

if weird was a kink i’d be the biggest freak

on our picnic

I feel imperfect

loudly

deafeningly

I dig my fingers into

my unfiltered face,

stretch the skin

over my knees

like we did with our tshirts

in middle school

kinda ugly

so I tell good jokes

he laughs

we skate off into the sunset

fuck instagram

.

[pelicandensity]

To Taste the Rain and Free the Soul

why do we

run from it

curse it's

presence

give all

the glory

to sunshine

I remember

one day in

the summer

of my youth

she made me

stop the car

ran out into

the warm rain

with her arms

upraised in

in giddy

celebration

I followed

giving in

to the glory

of the moment

feeling more

freedom than

ever before

[cosmic-blogs]

HOME SHAPED HEART

I am making a home,

Within myself.

And it is tough.

As I grow older

And winters become rough.

I worry if the foundation,

Is strong enough 

To hold up

All versions of 

me, from all pasts 

If my walls should  be 

stark and high.

Or have 

More windows

To look at the stars

The night casts.

If i will be able to

Withstand impending rain.

Now that I know,

Joy is a momentary flash flood,

Upon a barren desert of pain.

I acknowledge the worry

Hold it close

And tell it to rest.

I want my home

Within me

To be a sanctuary.

A place to rest

When I return

From adventures of life.

I want to walk from room to room

And in the vaults of my heart

With a song upon my lips

For the beauty 

That I may find.

I want to welcome

Reluctant love,

Enough,

To feel, finally at home.

I need to clear out spaces

For gardens with butterflies.

I want a waterfall of giggles

To wash away all grime.

I want a heart shaped home

With bricks, of gratitude

And a roof, of everything enough.

I will put soft warm lights

Outside the door.

The kind that make,

The lonely feel safe

From harshness of glare.

I will build my home

Inside the vales of gentleness,

Where the breeze,

On a warm summer afternoon 

Will be much needed

Respite for my friends.

I have to be gone for long.

Into the  frightening silent,

wilderness of self.

To pick out pieces of beauty

From dangerous woods.

To gather and to rake.

To draw out a map

And a plan for

My home shaped heart,

To house all my goods.

I have the strength,

I have to remind myself 

As I pave the path back

To myself.

I will make my home

Within myself, 

From silver curtains 

Of full moon nights.

And the quietning that comes

From a dawn about to break in love.

Even if takes all my will and

The  milk of my bones.

It is the hardest thing 

To make,

I know,

Because I have to do it alone.

.

.

.

.

[jb-cohen]

People around me keep getting younger. I find my way back on the rocks. Listening to the water

thinking about cows.

Last night I left

Without moving my body—

Last night I left without moving my body

And she asked me where I went

I’m on the rocks,

There is a beautiful man next to me

And I can’t help but to wonder

How I got so lucky

But maybe I always have been

There is love everywhere

It’s out there for you

It’s out there for me

It’s where people don’t mind your silence

It’s in the dog who made you hesitate going out the door

It’s in patience

It’s in listening ears

You’ll see it between the two geese

swimming together, communicating

to the one across the pond

It’s in questions

It’s in allowing youthful connection

It’s in a willingness to learn

It’s in the ones who ask you were you’ve gone

Where you’ve been

and how it was

[monsterrieko]

[abrighterspark]

he stirred a long-lost spark to life

with a smile and softened touch

comfort, without the world of advice

that feels like far too much

[nomorekillingbutterflies]

time is space between grieving and happiness and the clock ticking means you’re healing, doesn’t it? maybe you will ignite yourself just for others to feel the heat. you will burn out long before they will notice and your ashes will disappear without making any sound. maybe the sea will call your name again, almost as if to say not yet my dear, there's so much more. maybe then you will finally stop volunteering for swan-diving down the rabbit hole into the aching depths of your existence. you survived everything that’s happened and whatever tried to kill you failed. so be proud of yourself instead of regretting the alleys you once wandered to kill your sadness. time will pass either way.

-e.f

[almaaspoetry]

Hi guys,

I just started a poetry reblog site to share works of other poets. It’s called @allaboutpoetries

Do share your works under the tag #allaboutpoetries. If you are poet, I’d love to read your words.

I’ll also be sharing poetry prompts on a monthly basis. Do follow :)

[kirkshiresloss]

Comes over me so swiftly

I haven't time to think.

I know I swore It off

but I really need a drink.

These decisions that I'm making

they ain't making any sense

but my hands start to shaking

when i speak of you in past tense

theres no one here to talk to

when im sitting all alone

I'd rather smash this bottle

and pick up a phone

but we need no melodrama

no audience to critique

when we both were born of trauma

Lovers sharing a karmic link

As im drowning in these feelings

I can feel you in my bones

Hell may not heal me

but even Hades needs a home.

-kirkshiresloss-

//Persephone//

@fadedawaywiththebreeze

[beasteaterr]

you caress me like i am everything you’ve asked your god for. in the sanctity of your palms, i become profane, this is the alchemy that you do.

halo

[darkfrenchwitch]

there’s god where we connect

I can feel it in the absence of my breath

divine

If I am grapes you are time,

we are wine

[pelicandensity]

Ghostkeeper

he collects

all the artifacts

of his prior sins

stores them in

a special room

aspects of his

damaged soul

examples of his

lapses in

judgement

somehow he

finds a solution

in the process

of preservation

[devinetheory-2]

I'm sorry I'm not sorry

I couldn't just be

Their stress-free

deprivation box.

Shameless thoughts

I've faded off

Because my chaos threatens

to break their safety locks.

And I'm taking off

Ignoring the fake

Aim take the safety off

And I haven't found an answer

To the pain yet

Exhausted

Writing rain checks

To the process

of my brain health

Try to get Enlightenment

Life is just

an insane train wreck

And I don't know how

to fight the shit

So I sit back

with a 6 pack

And use the fire inside

That keeps me alive

To light my spliff

Which chain reacts

to ignite my gift

Wondering how much longer

I can live life like this

And I can't help but wanna be more

But I am armed c4

On the ledge

on the 17th floor

Looking down at her ghost

Is it me or does it seem

That she needs more

Worrying about me

Has never been

About me before

Lost within her dream

Somehow took a detour

I am not peace...or

Release or

The power of belief

But I tried to believe

I could be yours.

The forth horse cometh

I can see more

They want to feed me war

180 degrees

I am diseased

To thee core

I am not a king

And you're right

I couldn't agree more

I have my point of view

and I've seen yours

honestly I'm probably

in a little bit of danger

considering my level of anger

And the fact that

I don't even want to be

A - ny - more

I try to be grateful

for my days because

I don't have many more

As shes on stage strumming

my pain with her fingers

As she sings her sirens song

I bring her the detonator

Depression threatening

to arrest me later

Then she calls

And seconds later

it's like she's my respirator

I can feel her angels breath

Head on my chest

The after position

that I love the best

But only when I'm

on my best behavior

The Way she moves

provokes my protective nature

Get aggressive

and you'll be a memory

just seconds later

With no evidence

for the investigator

And no one on earth

Will get to save ya

Then I awaken from the dream

Floating impossibly

The cost is cheap

These thoughts are deep

Come get lost in me

And there are different variations

behind each door

you are a star

and I am of the Earth

and the Moon seems

too high a dream

for me to reach for

But we have pain

and I feel like I love in vain

if I don't bleed yours

I'm not insane

I just bleed more

I feel everything

Intensely

Can't keep up with the beat

Im tired

But too wired to sleep

Defeat

- DT

[jb-cohen]

[inkandpins]

Mutare

We gain distance from our failures through time.  Shed them, the way mayflies are supposed to treat an exoskeleton.              Worm their way out.

How it must feel to look back at an empty husk of the fly you once were. Sometimes I see traces of younger selves in the mirror.

Childhood returns in a bashful smile. It’s not quite as powerful as seeing an exoskeleton.

They discovered molting,  to insects, felt like ripping out their lungs.  While you thrash against yourself and your past

it turns out, you can’t breathe at all. It’s absurd, how painful growing up is supposed to be.

Now, each time I evolve, hurting from a hard lesson, I picture tearing myself off,  splitting the seams till they break. 

Would I collect past corpses the way parents do baby teeth, strung into  a morbid set of pearls or carelessly toss them to the side – 

drape and bury them in ceremony or fold them in shame…

Sometimes I am tempted to relapse to old ways fall back on skins from which I barely survived an escape from. I resist my ghosts, these exhumed selves, to face the day.

NY 12.12.2