#poery

[metamorphesque]

Toi Derricotte, "November"

[text id: oh soul, / i feel cold and unused to/  such space as breath and eternity / around me. /  so much room in silence]

#poery #quotes #literature #november #toi derricotte #poems

[kellynjune]

Tarkovsky’s Water Flows and falls through flowers and walls And all the sudden you have a life built again somewhere else We’ve Fallen into other hearts Continuously

excerpt from "Tarkovsky's Water" by Kellyn June Lappinga (me)

#poery #andrei tarkovsky #water

[postpunkindustrial]

Wanda Robinson - Instant Replay

#youtube #wanda robinson #funk #soul #poery #spoken word

[detroitlib]

From our vertical files

#the cat approaches #faye kicknosway #brenda goodman #cat #cats #art #poery #1978 #alternative press #grindstone city #michigan #poem #poems #illustration #detroit public library

[howling-for-the-stars]

people are like art

No, people are art. Whether they realize it or not.

Everything is art in some way.

It might be drawn, poetry, the way you dress, colours mixing in the eyes of people passing by, emotions, words, love.

Art doesn’t have to be beautiful, it can be screaming, breaking, raw. It can be soft, touch of hands on bare skin, fingers tangled in hair. It can be something no one understands, something even you don’t understand.

The way you are is the art you make.

The canvas of your life is yours to alter, the colours you splatter on it, the steady lines you draw, the marks you let other paint. The marks of parents, siblings, friends, lovers all for you to admire or hate, maybe even both.

There are mistakes you wish to cover, but so is in every piece of art.

People are art.

#poery #my poerty #first post #writing #my thoughts #people are art #text #writers of tumblr #poets of tumblr #writerblr

[inksplashgirl]

Take a Breath

Some days I see the silk of a sunbeam

or the toothed yawn of a cat

or the punch of a scarlet geranium

and something inside loosens,

decompresses gently,

the jagged hole smooths a little,

and I take a breath-

breathing out the strain

breathing in vibrance

vibrance that is undiluted color

and warm sensations

and razored edges,

and I love it,

every last crumb.

#poet #poery #poem #poets on tumblr #little poem #original poem #breathe #life

[leoholmes]

i cannot explain this feeling.

it is like a darkness creeping within every corner of my mind.

prying on the weakest parts of me.

it eats at me and makes me wither away like a rotten fruit.

i cannot tell you how many times i have said “I cannot do it anymore” my body aches and my eyes are tired. My mind is a running loop, always repeating itself with such terrible thoughts.

yet i do it anyways. i force myself out of my bed that I have been rotting away in for the past two days. I open my blinds and sunlight spills into my dark room. I go to take a shower and I do not recognise the boy in the mirror. his eyes are dark and his cheekbones have become more prominent. His skin looks more pale and he looks drained. I sigh and step into the shower, it burns. At least i feel something. My days repeat like this.

i stop texting first. I stop answering my phone. my friends and loved ones barely hear from me these days, yet no one really notices. 
does my absence mean nothing to you?

i start sleeping more and at the same time not enough. i begin eating more but then throwing up and then not eating for days because of the guilt that lingers within my bones.

i begin using again. It slows my racing mind for a while. first it’s a casual thing but then it turns into something i feel i cannot function without.

i begin drinking again. The harsh taste of liquor on my tongue and i am reminded of her. My alcoholic mother. I hear her voice like a chilling whisper and i am afraid. am I becoming her? I end up passed out on the cold bathroom tiles. this is nothing new.

i stop getting out of bed in the mornings. my bed becomes a casket. i lie there in my misery and think about ways to make it all go away.

i can only think of one way. it replays on my mind all day.

i catch myself staring at the wall in a daze. nothing is real, i am not a real person. i never existed and my life is not my own. i send myself into a panic because I don’t feel real.

i cry until my ribs hurt and I am gasping for air. I put a hand over my mouth, i am ashamed to be in pain. I hold myself as though holding myself together.

i go to therapy and say the same things over and over. my therapist tells me it will get better and I will survive and I do not believe him. He looks at me with pity. A lot of people look at me with pity. they look at me like I am broken and i need to be fixed.

i used to hate it but now i realise i am broken.

i do not function like other human beings.

i feel extremely frustrated with myself. how am I here again? how did I let it get this bad? I’ve been fighting this thing for years now, shouldn’t I have seen some results by now? gained some stability? maybe this is my weakness. i am my own weakness.

i am stuck. I am barely surviving, i am holding onto a rope but my hands have become bloody and tired. i continue life barely holding on.

i am exhausted of repeating myself. I am pleading out into the cold air to make it stop. someone make it stop before I give in and my heartbeat

#mental health #poery

[geofflewriter]

Such Is Life #acrostic #poem

Chel Owens enjoys a terrible poetry contest. I’ve not done much poeming recently so I thought – about time… as the heading hints the idea was an acrostic poem using the expression ‘such is life’ as the template… Studies have shown thatUsing an aCrostic form for a cHallenge canIn all innoSenseLeaveImmature poetsFloundering likeEels in a fish slapping contest Yes, nailed it…

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#poem #poery

[yayagracie]

Anywhere But Here

I can’t be present. I can’t be here. Where here meets now is the bane of my existence.

The other calls to me. The later beckons. The place I’ll never be, and those I’ll never meet, are out there waiting.

They are in here. They are locked in. My mind is where every dream comes true and every wish is granted.

It’s my place. It’s our place. It’s anywhere I want to be.

The Anywhere But Here.

So, while I’m sitting here, I’m actually there. I’m writing, I’m thinking, I’m scheming. It’s the place I live most. It’s my happy place.

The Anywhere But Here.

#poery #writing #garbage

[victor-d-lopez-blog]

Read the first 21 chapters of my novel in serialized format and a slew of poetry samples and complete short stories (some in both English and Spanish translations) free at Inkitt.

#short fiction #novel #poery #sonnets #speculative fiction #humor #romance #social commentary

[questionthebox]

I Am A Man.

I was left, left to this, the last man, left, in this, 

I have had to forge everything about myself, 

as nothing was given to me, 

I have been hated, left isolated, left unheard, 

from simply being the last man left, 

my strong sense of character could not be defeated, 

the task now is 

building, 

contemporary man, is saddled with the neglect he was left in, 

Neo Liberalism literally has hollowed out our cities, 

do you all not see ? 

we were left in neglect and thrown into a space of nihilism, 

#poets on tumblr #poery #poem #spilled ink #writers of tumblr #writeblr #poems of tumblr #poetry stuff

[jdubqca]

ideas

` IDEAS #poem #poetry #love #blogging - - - >

where do you get your ideas she once asked me I didn’t know what to say so I said nothing once again she asked where do you get your ideas finally I answered from you my dear and everything that encircles you https://jdubqca.files.wordpress.com/2022/11/ideas.mp3 november two thousand twenty-two copyright j matthew waters all rights reserved

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#ideas #love #poem #poery

[nageill]

*One More Dance*

((I’m blaming you @koiwrites​--I DID NOT MEAN TO SHIP THIS SO HARD!))

1.) “Sway” by Michael Bublé

2.) “Personal Jesus” by Depeche Mode

3.) “Bésame” by Camila

4.) “Dance With Me Tonight” by Olly Murs

5.) “Singles You Up” (Ryan Riback Remix) by Jordan Davis, Ryan Riback

6.) “Shut Up and Dance” by Walk the Moon

7.) “Perfect/Can’t Help Falling in Love” by BTWN Us

8.) “Dance” by Tim Halperin

#Playlists by Ephi! #graphics by Ephiny #koiwrites #muse: Ris Daibhéid #[[Star Dust & Flower Petals // PoeRis]]

[howling-for-the-stars]

The light next to my bed is flickering slowly.

You talk about your day, about how you’re feeling, how the past and futures ups and downs are.

I am lying there, listening to you, nodding and smiling, I love listening to your voice, hearing your thoughts, laughing with you even when we’re apart.

I feel special when I see you like this, I feel special when you tell me things you haven’t told others, when you say things that make be burst into laughter, when you make my face all red and lightheaded.

Your eyes look before you as you ask me things “how are you? Are you okay? What’s wrong?” all things I’m not particularly used to. I usually would not answer, I would lie, but with you I can say what I think, what I feel, I can be myself with no fear.

Sometimes we talk about dark things, fears creeping up our necks, our pasts, something we don’t think fondly of, what might happen when we grow and eventually become stars in the sky. Sometimes nothing we say quite makes sense, thoughts we would never say to anyone else, stupid things about people we like, but we are happy non the less.

#my thoughts #My writing #my poerty #Poery #poets of tumblr #writing #writers of tumblr #writerblr #platonic love #platonic love letter

[mintleaf-tea]

I feel bad that I can no longer look at you with the same longing that I once had.

It would be rude to the one you now call your love,

and though I mean no ill will to the love that you cherish.

I am still painted green with envy, missing the times we had shared as if I ever had a chance to be him to you.

#Poetry #original poery #green with envy #vent #longing #heartbreak #poem #poems #short poems #short post #small vent #Just a thought post #To get my feelings into words #A more visual space for them to coexist as I think about it all #I hope everyone is doing very well #Sad Mint Hours🍃

[carljungdepthpsychology]

"To Imagination" by Emily Brontë

“To Imagination” by Emily Brontë

Carl Jung Depth Psychology Facebook Groucture “To Imagination”, by Emily Brontë To Imagination  When weary with the long day’s care, And earthly change from pain to pain, And lost, and ready to despair, Thy kind voice calls me back again: Oh, my true friend! I am not lone, While then canst speak with such a tone!  So hopeless is the world without; The world within I doubly prize; Thy world,…

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#Imagination #Poery Emily Bronte Imagination Psychology