#poetry reblog

[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

[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]

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[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]

i cared and i cared and i cared and i bled and i bled and i bled,

and still, you slipped through my fingers,

a dream that never quite took form.

i gave until i had nothing to offer,

and then i learned that giving too much

can leave you hollow.

but i remember the moments,

the quiet certainty of loving without measure—

and now, i know how to stop.

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]

Reflexology

reflexively

I take in

the quiet

moment

like sunshine

upon my face

comfort comes

from the warmth

of its stillness

gently lifting

my spirit

giving me

courage

to face

the chaos

of the day

[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]

[vippik]

I sit naked at my study

And drive my body

Into a dizzy dreamland

Where my schedules are followed in inverse

I knew and I promised it would be my last trip

But to no avail, you see

I'm tired for real

From trying myself

Trying my limits beyond stretchability

Exactly where nuclear bombs explode

It's nowhere near Nagasaki or Hiroshima though

As you possibly assumed

Y'all 'literal' freaks

It's where I seek love, even if only in its semblance

It's where I think life sprouts

And clouds sing

I'm tired, take me home

My clogs under my weight, pant

And I, under yours

I hear his voice

Where masculinity booms through

I offered him a seat

In my couch

And he offered me, on his crotch

Who am I then?

A host or a ghost?

I offered him a home

In my couch

Where my worries relax

Every afternoon

Post my gardening

I croon along the summer breeze

And I water my soppy saplings

And they all go to sleep

Except the snake-plants

I shamble around with my sorrows

And I knit them into my winter-wears

And inside our dak-bungalow

I let these silly sorrows play around

With my kittens as they seep silently in

Through my woody windows

I feed them sunlight

And crumbs of my broken soul

And I let them sleep under my

Queen-size bed with no sleep on it at all

- Carry On Carrion by ©vippik