#re-bumbleblossom

[soulreserve]

Winter-Long

Winter's cold is curled like a lick beneath underneath the beating heart. Like a hand of a stranger on my shoulder.

Your name is the white breath I realease from trembling lips. It escapes from me and into the dense air that carries cold with a purpose.

Loss is a constant companion, it doesn't fade with time. I watch it shiver outside under the burden of heavy snow.

What does it know of warmth? I let it slip inside, and sit by the fire. but little by little it takes over. It creeps below,

leaves my body damp and aching, swamped by run-away thoughts of you. And cold settles like a tickle in the lungs.

© SoulReserve 2023

[bluestthingsonearth]

"do you remember -------?"

[theluciddragonfly]

It isn’t death that frightens people, but rather the concept of no longer existing.

TheLucidDragonfly

[salparadisewasmyfather]

Aerosol

I feel like runnings all i do

Early morning

Tie my shoes

Step out and

Run

Like I know what is following me

Like I know what it's done to me

It's looking for me not just

Someone

When running

I don't look at the way

I can't risk a delay

I run straight ahead

Run till I'm dead or

Until I'm ahead

And I don't feel like I got a say

I just have to choose what way

To go and lay it out

Go or stay

When the ground is good there

Is no ground where

Ground was there is clouds

I can see from above but not

Ahead

Before long I will be dead

But I can't know

And it goes along like so

You put the leash right on the cow

And ride her like a bull

[heartweary-writing]

Maybe I should have gone to you

In January, when the cold

Rang in the earth’s bones-

Shaking,

Shaking

Shaking you unsteady

Your heart heavy

Your mind ready

To unravel.

Yes, maybe I should have gone to you-

Even if you would have gone away,

Anyway.

J. K. L

[4sss]

My heart strings may be a little out of tune. So long it's been since they've been used. Still I want play a song for you. A melody for my muse.

J.c.A

[abrighterspark]

ever loud, ever lively

the river flows below

bubbling with the brook sprites

laughing, light and low

[sike-n]

A man walks into a bar

And asks the bartender for a drink

Put it in a glass or a human body either way they are one and the same

The man stands before the glass stands on the counter

His hands holds the glass holds his drink

Then the exchange

Mouth open the glass lets go of all that it is

Mouth open the man seeks to forget all that he is

Lets go of the glass

The glass tumbles

He stumbles

The glass falls

The man is down

Glass splinters glitter on the ground

Stars hidden by the man on the moon

Who has fallen off his throne

Not quite responds the bartender

As he sweeps what remains of the glass into a dust pan

And he commands the man to stand back up

[followcb]

Like a lovable friend, this poem has come back around life's bend..... and how it's tale continues to transcend. ❤️ 😍 💖.

Her Favorite Chair

she unlocks secrets

parlays rainy days

plays hide and seek

with clouds and sun

perhaps an unexpected, overcast past

taught her how to interpret

shadows and storms

and how moods intersect

today, she now finds

a sense of contentedness

inner bliss and happiness

home peering out her windows

watching gray skies arrive

she grabs a book, pops open a beer

excited about inclement weather

reclined and relaxed, she's ready

to watch tv and watch it rain

as she settles into her favorite chair

(c) @followcb | October 26, 2019

[samannblogs]

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[a-small-startup]

I have met the demons in me

At first, they came as a resort to the discomfort

Now they seem to haunt me

day and night.

While I sit at my desk and start crying,

they seem to add fuel to the fire

I see them running around in my head,

stomping my feelings and fears

I see them running around in my house,

I see them sipping tea amidst the chaos they seem to have created

I see them everyday; I see them everywhere; I see them in me.

I see them breaking glass and walking on the shattered pieces

I meet the devil in me everyday

[soulreserve]

Perfume

You become a    sound      that slowly leaches from my body into air with the softness of breath, a quiet keening,   an undertone   of heartache  I've always felt.

    You release  from wrinkles, from birthmarks I have known and carried. From freckles that darken in the sun.

You unsettle from the folds of my clothes   my hair     my eyes like a memory—washed      dried and fading                           fluttering outside on clothes lines.

You aren't gone    although you are dissipating     leaving in more ways than one.       The perfume of you   is still damp on poems I write with tears.

© SoulReserve 2023    

[bluestthingsonearth]

florida apocalypse.

[theluciddragonfly]

You say you hanged your beautiful wings on the self. I know you intended to set them aside while you partake in his world. I’m here to tell you if you can’t walk through hell with those radiant wings still intact. Then the underworld is no place for you at all.

[salparadisewasmyfather]

Portraits, Framed

I smoke cigarettes at the

Beach

Sunglasses on

And it’s hot and it’s windy

Pebbles encrusted in dried salt

[heartweary-writing]

Love, for me,

Has always ended

In shame.

Love, for me,

Has always blended

With pain.

J. K. L