#prose riot

[memoirofme]

I apologized beforehand

when someone asked to read my poetry,

as if to shield them from the things I've felt.

Sometimes an unfiltered existence is a lot to be held,

even so that we withhold it from ourselves.

And every so often, in a glimpse on a page or a post tucked away somewhere,

the most real parts of ourself bellows

to the souls kindred and kind enough to listen.

[notmadebyhumanhands]

i have never written anything about you before.

why would i?

i knew you first.

but—

you have always been overshadowed by the angel.

his was a light so consuming, so blinding,

everything else was cast aside, left to rot in the dark.

there was a time i would’ve killed to be where you & i now stand.

i do not know what to do with this.

but whereas i screamed my affection for the angel to the heavens,

i will take mine for you to the grave, in between secret & silence.

[mechnight]

enough emotions to have me blogging again, apparently. one step at a time, through the good and the bad, weirdos as we are. learning to let myself feel everything i'm feeling.

[eefrostpoetry]

give me all of you or give me nothing

[lilliesand-valleys]

[lonesomebigmike]

And what is love if not a stolen kiss on the way out the door

An I want you to eat good tonight

An I want to walk the fresh air and I want you to too

What is love if not hope and dishes

Taxes and taxiing

Laundry and the chore list

And solace in the quiet moments

The pride of a people

Population 2

Or 20

Or 2 million

What is it if not holding hands that fit

Calming the racing hearts fits

Racing the calm heart

Its

Not so simple, sure, but

What is it if not this

[jxyceism]

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[change-your-heart]

It’s not a pretty thing

The way my common sense bends

Under the weight of my affection

For you.

[savorynights]

Matilha Maldita

Ó Matilha Maldita!

Por que me deixa tão confuso e desorientado,

a mercê de teu seio quente e maltratado?

Deveria eu me permitir, de uma só vez,

ser por você adotado?

Se o que pobres coitados dizem for verdade, "quem com porcos anda, farelos come", convosco, comerei os porcos.

Talvez, ainda assim, viva desacomodado.

Porém, a partir disso,

um pouco mais saciado.

[yoakenouta]

im looking back on andersen's blog and im like what the hell i used to write so good what happened to me

[memoirofme]

You would think that releasing your death grip on control would be catastrophic, an impossible idea when you've wrapped yourself in the safety of its predictable plans and patterns.

But it's sweetly surprising, that instead of being greeted by atrocities, you are enveloped in unexplainable grace. A lightness this world doesn't offer unless you know where to look.

Where we can let go of the idea that any of this beautiful existence could be in our control, and let the Universe take care of her little ones uninterrupted.

[asiwithercrumbleandfade]

We punched holes in the walls to reveal that what is hidden. The maroon carpet covered the bloodstains, all too well. And your tears were ocean waves - a salty deep blue, dying on your blushy cheeks too soon.

I tried to keep those kitchen lights on to feel less haunted. But your abode was always too crowded and made promises were always a bit vacant. As the days passed the square metres seemed to fade and my implorations grew evermore earnest, evermore hopeless.

There were these moments of flowing oxytocin in between desolation. Then we'd swear to love each other; skin to bone, heart to heart, eyes to eye... but that scale tipped ever so slightly, imperceptible. And the light turned off... and the carpet burned down... and all that maroon spilled into those ocean waves. Painting the walls imperial purple.

[dwolfram]

life

it's always 2 AM

palms are sweating

stuck in a stranger's kitchen

at a tasteless party

the music's blasting

teeth are chattering

jaws are swinging

cups are filled to the brim

and words are flying.

and it's always 2 AM

and it's always "one more round before we go"

and it always ends with disaster.

life on repeat

until all turns black.

[eefrostpoetry]

i've written to many love letters to you and not enough to myself

[lilliesand-valleys]