#spilledwriting

[tomalbon]

Poem #81

Once again your residues are tilled

By The Plough, heavy in the northern sky

To sign a year closed, but the trenches open.

I sink into the crater of your thorax,

Picking rare blossoms from your fallen hair,

So painfully beautiful. A thousand

Forms of orange and a single shape,

Shale and shard; maimed forearms

Forming facsimiles from fragments

Of the great tower of your being

And after-being, becoming the before

And the whisper before, and everything

Before; the terror of the gateway

Built before the screaming grace, the trembling

Fragrances, the nearly-assembled bridge

Before the flowers learned to grow

And I learned that I, too, could taste sunlight.

That I, too, could be risen from the Earth.

You forge the names of the stars

In the bloody ground. I blind myself

To never know the difference.

I am closer to those stars

Than I could ever be to you.

I willed God into existence to bury

Such beauty,

But he laughed at my lacerated flesh -

The third gate, the second sight,

The first word,

Howling in existence so it may

Know the shape of men.

My pillows have worn thin and the bedding

Traces half-languages of a child learning

To write: all entanglement, distant trains,

Howling foxes, cars swerving on the blind bend

Beneath the window; exalted spaces

Cupping the moonrise in my mind’s eye,

Its pits and bores a telegram, hammering

That sound into the space between all things.

I mouth along, lidless eyes upwards,

Lips thin as moth wings, dust to touch and touched

Down by drowning hands and second-hand light.

My agonising brightness, the slit between

Begged and borrowed is sharp as the wailing cut

Of the lunar boundary, vanishing -

Just to scape itself back together.

Borrowed light. Borrowed bones.

How many times can a thing be borrowed

And still remain itself?

Forgive me.

[whateverwhimsy]

Soul Hoax

I swing and I miss

so what if I'm distracted?

Abstractions, I'm collecting

thrust of the deadbeat homes

hanging around in the

corner of my soul -

so, so what else?

I've always just taken anything

but now discerning

is the judge -

wish we could find

what keeps us stuck

to the dread.

Haven't found hope

that springs eternal,

yet.

[notnocturne]

writing excerpt:

i heard snippets of your conversation through the wall. you whispered “her” and “dreamy”. i assumed you meant me but i suppose you could’ve meant the moon and her laughter.

[poeticwritingblog]

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[hafsachoudharyy]

[strawberries, a series, part 1] 🍓

art + photography + poetry by Hafsa Choudhary 

[secretslivehere]

your loss

[her--words]

Met him in the dark in mid-September,

Saw him for his light, a thousand burning embers.

The bells are ringing,

But not from the church.

It's a funeral procession, 

And I’ve got a front row seat. 

[marineashnalikyan]

When we met,

I knew

I had loved you

for many lifetimes.

[lapoetessepoetry]

[francoisehelene]

My mood this evening. . Nevertheless, there is always strength within us, and we wouldn't be human without feeling all kinds of emotions. When I feel sad, I find comfort by being alone, lighting up candles and incense, writing and meditating; because of these things, I can enjoy the journey and they make me happy. It's also raining this evening and the sound of the rain brings me solace. The storm always passes... Broken hopes always remain hopeful.... 

[e-c-l-e-c-t-i-c-i-s-i-t]

We've been here before and we both know what's next... What?  Total carnage...

[please-letmein]

Imagine walking on a thin crisp layer of ice,

that lays peacefully,

upon an untouched lake,

owned completely by nature

Imagine the fear that would rush through you as you took one step too heavy,

when you was, only for a brief moment filled with too much confidence,

and you stomped so hard you let nature know you was there,

Imagine the fear that’d rush from your toes to your head, and back again,

as the ice begins to crack,

and suddenly you’re the only ice left, frozen, you hault immediately and watch the cracks spiral away from your inprint, and

Meanwhile,

you feel your body fall from beneath you,

It sets in, that you, you, wasn’t expecting this.

Imagine what feelings might come over you, when your body dunks meters beneath a freezing cold lake that had been, sealed so tightly, so securely, all winter. Imagine the organs in the body, and the shock they might be going through,

and then what about this..

Imagine,

losing consciousness and your body takes control, and all survival instincts lead the way,

You’re now bobbing your head out for air as you reach the surface,

Imagine you are bobbing, up and down

Up and down

In an ice cold lake

You were forced to walk upon, there was no route around, and it was inevitable that you would break the ice, you knew from the very first footstep that the middle of the lake would be weaker,

That the ice would not, and could not bare the weight you are carrying

Imagine the fear strucken look as there was only pure survival, as a lonely individual goal

Imagine,

this is how i felt when I picked up the phone that morning

[scatteredrevelations]

My happiness plays a stellar game of hide-and-seek

I can’t find it anywhere.

[edenmuses]

Lay's 21st

A string of stars paired

with bass guitar

Watchful gray eyes

Under a red wine sky

Liquid limbs flail

Static speakers wail

Time marked by

Man-made whiles

Fog enshrouding

As less of the crowd

Coalesce into a beat

Sounding throughout the street

[destinyyyyyyy]

i wish i had paid more attention when he started losing interest in me. i noticed the little things, but chose to completely ignore them to make myself feel better. i was delusional, telling myself he still loved me, but it gave me relief for the time being. i tried to act like everything was fine while he became more and more distant as time went by. never again will i let myself stay in something so one sided.

[gracebriarwoodwrites]

Since we are in the grip of a snowstorm and I am yearning for spring, I made a calligraphy version of Persephone. https://www.instagram.com/p/Bs0s1AZhXfl/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=cburhjezte2c