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atlaswritespoetry · 3 days
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Writers know each other
Their souls intertwined somewhere in the space between letters
Their hearts sang to each other the means of inspiration
They live in a different realm
Feet on the ground
Mind in 7 different places and times
They are natives to a world unknown by most
One can not travel by plane or boat or foot
Though many have tried
It is not a land to be colonized
This is where my people run for sanctuary from the fires
Where we keep each other company with hidden messages and comforts
Hidden with in lines and dialogue
The language of our mother
Dionysus drank to forget he lost his map home
Always wanting to return to the land of the writers
It's what drove his insanity
It's how he drives others to insanity
Trying to teach them a language they can't hear or see
The muses tried to warn him what he was losing
Now all his knows is the theater
As close to home as he can ever get
When others bring the world to this one
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atlaswritespoetry · 3 days
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I hear the song of warning
The banging of drums unseen
Screams and shouts
Fear and uncertainty scent the air
Maybe that's me
The wind whips past my ears and under my clothes
Birds fly off to the east
Running away from my destination
I have nothing to fear here.
I do not fear much anymore
Why fear when I don't want any outcome
I am of this place
Run if you must
I know it is too much
But I was never given a choice
As I approach the door
Welcome sign at my feet
I steal myself for a fate
I would never escape
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atlaswritespoetry · 3 days
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"your body is a temple"
My body is not a temple in the way of beauty and glorious art
It crumbles against the wind
Creaks and groans with any pressure
My body is the temple of a forgotten god
One that has not known love or piety in many days.
In a forgotten corner, covered in dust and cob webs sits a mural
Stained glass and paint come together
In beautiful hues of blue and purple
To create the meaning of man
Unseen forces hold it together
Maybe forces of religious miracles untold
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atlaswritespoetry · 7 days
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I look like him
His high cheekbones
Thick eyebrows
I even had his teeth pattern
Before you forced me to straighten them
I have his mother's nose
Indigenous and strong
But you argue it's like yours
I have his lips
Not plump, but full
I smile like him
I have his ears
Weird dimensions and Pointy
I have his build
Round hips, wide shoulders
Hourglass
Strong legs
I have his eyelashes
Thick and straight
I had his hair
Thick, straight and dark
I have my own eyes
Green with blue patches and brown rings
They look like both of yours
I have your hair now
Loose curls
Still thick and dark
Much thicker and darker than yours
I have my own hands
Strong and long
I have my own feet
Deformed and painful
I don't love me yet
I'm working on it
I love my curls
They are your curls
But I hate the rest of you
You want me to be just like you
I've cried and sobbed over the idea
I want to love me
But if I am you I can't love me
Because you don't love me
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atlaswritespoetry · 8 days
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All the things you never taught me
How to care for my hair
How to take care of my skin
How to cook
When to eat
How to listen to my needs
How to cry safely
You can never teach me
How be strong
How to be independent
How to schedule appointments
When to quit
I have taught myself
How to live
How to love
How to think
Because you prayed on my ignorance
How to date
When to move
I am stronger then you ever were
I am more secure then you ever will be
Because you taught me
That I am alone.
All I have is me
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atlaswritespoetry · 8 days
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The Ghost of My Childhood
I see her everywhere I go
I thought she needed my help
I thought she wanted to pass on
Her dark long hair
Her uncomfortable looking dress
Her tortured expression
The death of the person I was
Now she doesn't know what to do
She wants to be happy
But she doesn't know how it feels
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atlaswritespoetry · 12 days
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Grandma's rusty kitchen scissors
never looked that fine
Till you broke a heart
It wasn't even mine
She had called me crying
I couldn't understand
Id thought she was dying
But now I have a plan
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atlaswritespoetry · 12 days
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I have lived as a doll
Dressed by her fashions
Molded by her expectations
Hollowed out by her screams
Hair long
Eyes wide
She made me into someone she could love
Now I live as a canvas
Dressed by my hand
Unshaped, undefined
Changing as I wish
I will change for other
Because it brings us joy
Red hair dye for a broken heart
Bangs for existential dread
Messy, choppy
A paper plate
Tin foil
Grandma's rusty kitchen scissors
My tools to build anew
I want to be someone I can love
For someone I love
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atlaswritespoetry · 12 days
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Me with my spiky face jewelry
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atlaswritespoetry · 12 days
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My art is a product of me
Not the other way around
I am an artist because I am tortured
I am not tortured because I am an artist
Leave my art alone
It is what I can never be
I spill my soul into the world
Through letters on a page
Paint on canvas
Carvings in wood
It is beautiful because it is as close to the truth as anyone can get
What you create is a part of you
No matter what you create
Be kind to yourself
As an artist
Because you are telling the truth
While others wish they could replicate it
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atlaswritespoetry · 13 days
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Wants and needs are different
I can ignore my needs for your wants
Turn myself inside out and backwards
All for your happiness
And you
You take my happiness in your soft delicate hands
And slowly pick it's wings off
A butterfly slowly dying
But it's what you want
So I don't need them
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atlaswritespoetry · 13 days
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I need these in my house immediately
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These are called Witches Stairs. Allegedly, witches can't climb up them.
You will occasionally find them in very, very old New England homes.
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atlaswritespoetry · 14 days
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Some writers: *meticulously plan out every plot point and the tone and meanings before they start writing*
Me:
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atlaswritespoetry · 15 days
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I can feel my lungs filling
Of salty sea air
I am nowhere near the sea
Yet she calls to me
I feel my stomach sink
With rocks of the mountains
I am nowhere near the mountains
Yet they whisper in my ear
Slowly I am dying
Melting into the ground
To be one with the sea and the mountains
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atlaswritespoetry · 18 days
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Do you ever stop and wonder
where the time went?
No I don't mean the passing of time,
Past,
Present,
Future.
No I mean the concept of time.
The fact that it exists,
Whether linear
Or a spiral
Or a social construct .
Because I look at you
And I see
all the mistakes I've made in the past
What led me to the present
My future.
Time stops
And I understand the difference of
Here and there
What and when
How and why
Never and forever
You are within yourself
The very paradox of my existence.
Where did the time go
I don't know
But I want to find it and spend it with you
The rest of my days
The end of days
Past, present, future
I want it to be you
Or maybe we sit here
And watch time pass us by
But at least we are together
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atlaswritespoetry · 19 days
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Achy breaky bones
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atlaswritespoetry · 21 days
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Our worlds are so intertwined.
I see clearly into yours.
You see directly into mine.
And yet our worlds end differently.
Yours is falling down a rabbit hole. Down down Goes Alice.
Mine is burning up. Up in flames Bradbury.
You were my world.
And now I know I was yours.
It's dark down here, falling.
It is too bright up there, burning.
I wish you weren't my world, then I could leave you in peace. Safe away from the fire. I hope it burned quick so you didnt suffer.
I'm okay being stuck in this hole. I can keep your memory. Darkness breeds mystery and the mystery is will I ever meet you again
Down down Goes Alice
Up in flames Bradbury
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