#poetry reblog

[beasteaterr]

i tell myself i’ve made peace with the rot,

but the truth is, i wear it like perfume—

its rancid sweetness, a comfort in my throat.

you can find me where all things go to die,

somewhere between here and nowhere,

where nothing stays long enough to matter.

i am beautiful in the way broken things are—

sharp, strange,

stretched thin in places

but never enough to tear.

i love how good it feels

to be this lost,

to hold what’s gone and pretend

it’s still something i can keep.

what if to love it means i must disappear?

what if to love it means

i am already gone?

halo • “here and nowhere/rot”

[pelicandensity]

The Dying Embers of Another Dream

the fire fades

drive and desire

ghostly remnants

offering only a

dull glow in the

gathering darkness

of inactivity

offering only dim

reminders of

glorious plans

to conquer

the world

[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

.

[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]

[sagwasagwa]

[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

[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

[beasteaterr]

you’d cut me open and my blood would be

the color of a sky that never holds a star.

a hush hangs in the air, thick and still,

where the trees bend but do not break.

i could tell you of the shape of absence,

how it presses against the ribs,

but you would not listen—

you would only watch

as i emptied,

silent as the ground at dusk.

halo

[pelicandensity]

Burned a Few Bridges Along the Way

some were intentional

I just couldn't follow

that path anymore but

I still regret the ones

which were an unintended

consequence of my actions

and I know there are

many roads I can

no longer travel

[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

[diligently-metastasizing]

@cirrusinside

Another List of "Beautiful" Words

to include in your next poem

Avidulous - somewhat greedy.

Breviloquent - marked by brevity of speech.

Compotation - a drinking or tippling together.

Crimpy - of weather; unpleasant; raw and cold.

Desiderium - an ardent desire or longing; especially, a feeling of loss or grief for something lost.

Dyspathy - lack of sympathy.

Ebriosity - habitual intoxication.

Epitasis - the part of a play developing the main action and leading to the catastrophe.

Fantod - a state of irritability and tension.

Graumangere - a great meal.

Grimoire - a magician's manual for invoking demons and the spirits of the dead.

Hiemal - of or relating to winter.

Illaudable - deserving no praise.

Impluvious - wet with rain.

Innominate - having no name; unnamed; also, “anonymous”.

Juberous - doubtful and hesitating.

Noctilucous - shining at night.

Poetaster - an inferior poet.

Psychrophilic - thriving at a relatively low temperature.

Quiddity - the essential nature or ultimate form of something: what makes something to be the type of thing that it is.

Repullulate - to bud or sprout again.

Retrogradation - a backward movement.

Semiustulate - half burnt or consumed by fire.

Tenebrific - causing gloom or darkness.

Unparadiz’d - brought from joy to miserie.

If any of these words make it into your next poem/story, please tag me. Or leave a link in the replies. I'd love to read them!

beautiful words list pt. 2

[jb-cohen]

[boybasher]

Teen Mom 🍼 (my dark aesthetic poetry reading)

[devinetheory-2]

And in her darkness

I found the light

And within my weakness

I found the courage

Somehow to fight.

As the warrior within me

Screams loud inside

I can’t stand the way she lies

Existential visions

interdimensional wisdom

I can see thru your prism

with my third eye

Desensitized

Luckily I forget how to cry

Carry on live

With ever lasting energy

Yet lacking symmetry

Crash chemistry

My passion limits me

She says I love you

But it just doesn’t sound right

Life is a constant battle for self

So I’m always wound tight

Vampire’s are all around

ominously searching

For a sound bite

Unfortunately

I just don’t know how to die

Her engineering is impeccable

Yet threatens to finish me

No Self control

I find that

My own soul is the enemy

And nothing is as it seems

At least not

what it pretends to be

Offended by their ministry

Yet still in search of divinity

Feet in the sand

Heart on my sleeve

Head in the clouds

wishing this Darkness would leave

Traveling against

the current of the crowd

As my sanity

slowly parts from me

Blessed but stressed out

And I dare not start to speak

lest my heart start to bleed

splatter on the page

It's ok,

my pain is all art to me.

Uncharted

attempting to protect

and somehow resurrect

all the Lost parts of me

Because

The fire burns different

When you know

you could have done better

but didn't

So many times

we've died inside

sacrificing this life of mine

Just for the sake

of somebody else to live it

Resentments turned me cold inside

another casualty

of another attempt at commitment

How much pain

how insane must I be made

How many mistakes does it take

for me to finally get it

Check my pulse for me,

or just hold me closely

before I Impulsively

make another attempt to forget  it.

I'm not living well

Throw quarters in the wishing well

Most wishing Id fail

Those close

not wishing me well

Lately been sitting

in a prison cell

Against sedation

But somehow waiting

for medication

And there's no escape

Because I've made

reservations in hell waiting

mental health fading

cradle to the grave quick

like rooftops to pavement

so impatient

and she couldn't be the glue

that holds my broken heart together

so she was gonna break it

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