#savage-words

[dementia7]

thirst.txt

[leftiswhatgodmademe]

Laugh a little harder

Cry a little deeper

Smile a little wider

Hug a little tighter

Be more

[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

[bones-and-mortar]

String Theory

I can see through your eyes

And what haunts them from behind

Afflicted by your irrational fears

And the concept of fleeting time

How many pages are left in your story,

And if you ever amounted to anything,

Questioning the fundamentals of reality

And if everything reroutes back to nothing

But what you can’t seem to grasp

Is the true insignificance of it all

Life is woven into the most complex pattern

Made by a string from the simplest ball of yarn

Humanity, and all of our little worries

Are just a thread fraying off the blanket

Try your best to ignore the monsters in the fold

And find the reasons why to be thankful for it

[memoirofme]

I hope I never hear a bird’s song and get annoyed by it,

No matter how early the morning, nor the lack of coffee I’ve had.

May I never forget how beautiful this world can be,

And my problems never weigh me down too far from happiness

That can be found in a lovely bird’s song.

S.a

[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

[sohaspeaks]

God’s the seamstress that trailor-fitted my pain

And because of you

That dark cloud no longer follows me with rain

I thank you

For awakening me to the sun’s embrace once again

————

Recovery

- soha.

[josy57]

Into the Dark and Away 

When you've learnt by heart the patterns on the carpet The grain of the floorboards pressed flush against your cheek When you've grown sick of counting the dust motes Staring dazedly as they dance in the draft And collect under the dresser As so many discarded dreams When you’ve bored yourself numb and blind Stand up or perhaps crawl downstairs Sneak through the window, into the unlit dawn Light as a sigh, since no one is here to stop you Heavy as a sob, for no one is here to stop you. Through the garden, barefoot across the flower beds Bending the pliant necks of your mother's tulips Her ancient tabby cat, keeping watch from the parapet Wailing and whining, rasping its bitter refrain Won’t you wait, won’t you listen, Won’t you please try and understand You headstrong girl, You silly girl, You golden child But it’s too late for pleading, you’ve been halfway gone a long time So go for good, Go over the fence and into the fields Over the fence and away

Go and sleep under the willow tree Where its long fingers will trace its sorrow upon you There you might find rest and forget Forget the lonely sound of the leaking faucet Forget the unlived life And even your own name

When the alarm clock rings with echoes of school bells Tolling mercilessly, striking the hour When the chirping of birds turns to nasty singsong Twittering their teetering chant When you haven’t closed your eyes in weeks And yet morning still comes And yet duty calls, clamoring for another ounce of courage Another shred of surrender, another pound of your bloodless flesh Open the backdoor, let the radio fry itself hoarse Let the phone hang and cry its phony tune Let the gate slam behind you, swaying on screeching hinges The old house, full of ghosts, nagging and begging Look back, turn back, come back You stupid girl, You lovely girl, You small, small thing But there is nothing anymore you wouldn't dare Nothing now they can forbid You’ve been halfway gone a long time So go for good Go, into the dark and towards the forest Into the dark and away

Go and sleep under the walnut tree Where breath is rare but the slumber is deep There you might find rest and forget Forget the taste of bile of every family meal Forget the endless list of tasks And even the grudges you keep

When you are all out of time, of hope, of composure When you've crossed all the days, all the Ts Dotted the Is and scratched them out in every Christmas picture Spent the last of your restraint And turned all the dials on the stove Walk to the end of the driveway, to the end of the road The tar still sticky with the day’s heat The faces of the whole neighborhood, Peering through curtains and keyholes And that voice, sickly sweet, tugging at your sleeve Pinching your upper arm Telling you not to make a scene in public The crunching gravel, coaxing and cajoling Stay here, within reach Stay near, within sight Sit, stand, beg, play dead Stay, stay, stay You stubborn girl, You dear girl You odd duckling For once, let it fall onto deaf ears Go, through the thistle, through the thorns Following the cool rustle of rushing water You’ve been halfway gone a long time So go for good Go, beyond the bend and along the river Beyond the bend and away

Go and sleep under the manchineel tree Where every touch is seared and etched into your skin There too you must sit still as the world eats at you Each brush like the lash of a whip But, at least, here you can ponder in peace As patient as a boiling frog Your head busy and buzzing With thoughts sharper than a hornet's sting You may think and think and forget Forget the whistled scream of the hissing kettle Forget the many reasons for your rage And even the way home.

[softvelvetwords]

Look at yourself

Alone in your room

Worrying if you did heartbreak the right way

If you’ve suffered enough

When you should really be focused on

How it feels

To be in your skin

How they make you feel

When they brew a fresh cup of coffee

At 2 in the afternoon

How the sun feels

Peeking through the window shades

Like wind chimes made of light

How the cows eat grass

Without worrying about the process

How the feral cats live selfishly

Amongst the trash and

Take a breath

And listen to yourself

For what seems like the first time

[imperial-poetry-prompts]

Summer Prompts

#imperialprompts

Sweaty palms

Scratching bug bites

Camp fires eyes

Back-porch Shandy

Fireworks

Le plage

Water Ice

Escapism

Sundress exclusive

Rearranging emotions

[commonalex]

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[dementia7]

marrow.txt

[leftiswhatgodmademe]

Spare the beast

Slay the crowd

Be legendary

Be obsolete

Spare the meek

Slay the rest

Walk this earth alone

Walk the ocean dry

Spare the tales

Slay the heads

Be full

Be flippant

Consume time

Shit out regret

Find peace

Lose a piece of mind

[misunderstandeverything]

Fix The Fisher King

[bones-and-mortar]

Our Drums

The knives are hot,

and the breaths are sharp

We’re smoking out the bees,

between the stream of our hearts

We followed it’s calming rush,

where honey flowed like fire and art

Slowly pouring into a thudding jar;

we stuck our hands deep in that pot —

So sticky and sweet, we will never pull apart

We can dance away the night

In its bubbled, amber glow

To the rhythm of our pottery toms

Beating at the encore to our show

Because to kick our love —

I’d rather die than to ride that crash

So let our drums roll the papers

and I’ll pack away the hash

[memoirofme]

Imagine just how it will feel— years from now,

when once upon many times you thought you’d never make it to where you are today.

It will be lovely, and weightless; so different than all the days before that you spent fighting;

And now, finally.. you’ll feel as strong as you’ve always been,

Darling, you just didn’t know it yet.

S.a