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[anarchywoofwoof]

The Swordsman & The Dancer Come, witness, this engagement Observe without judgment You know not what you see Perhaps, you’d think; A contest asymmetrical One side, armed, unyielding The other, vulnerable, yet fearless Maybe you’d picture; Unforgiving, razor-sharp steel Slashing soft flesh During a pirouette A spray of crimson Dotting the tulle Decorating The Dancer But… this fate is imaginary To dance is to parry More patience than action An elegant riposte Living through rhythm Carried by melody The blade is wayward And The Swordsman reels Lacerating only ego A debilitating blow Yet The Dancer dances And the song plays on - db

#oc #original poetry #poems #poetry on main #poets on tumblr

[theheartofthekoko]

#koko poems #words #poetry #poetry on main #my mother's daughter dug two graves

[snakest1cks]

this is my thesis on wood ghosts which if you don't know are the faces and shapes in the grain of wood in my childhood home(s) and probably also other places

they are really lonely all the time because they can never go home and they can only cry if they are in the walls of the bathroom in which case the condensation lets them cry

some of them are family because they come from the same trees and some of them are not and they hardly ever get to talk to their family

their eyes are always open and they see everything in the house but they never see anything outside of the house they are sick of the house but they are also proud

because the wood ghosts are a secret like plumbing or wiring but instead of the things that pipes and wires do they are in charge of all the feelings in the house

they take the strain out of the water heater who screams or the regular heater who shakes or the wood stove who burns everyone that touches it and this job is important because otherwise the house would've burnt down a long time ago because there are lots of feelings in there

#poetry on main #tad talks #ignore me #poetry

[slimeywetmonsterbitch]

there is a time in my life when its just me. Me versus me, you versus me. Me in my bloodslick hands and me in my hot patchy face. i stand in the sun, it's blinding. when i reach up to block my view i see i'm not the only thing lying on the ground. i lie with the dirt and the bugs and the worms and i wait for them to take me to.

remember when it was you and me and not me and me. You and me and clean hands and touching mouths, fingertips to fingertips, antlers tangled yet separate.

i push my hands into yours again. bloodslick hand in bloodslick hand. I did not win. I did not win. I did not win. bloodslick hand to bloodslick hand, the water does not cleanse me as i once thought. i pull the skin and muscle from my antlers, i let it lie. I let it lie. I let it lie and lay in the dirt with the bugs and the worms.

bloodslick hand to bloodslick hand. Im sorry i let you lay. im sorry i let you lie. I let the worms get to you before they got to me in all my selfishness. I ask for your forgiveness, i stand over your body and beg for it. bloodslick hand to bloodslick heart. I did not win. I did not win. I did not win.

#poetry on main #u guys im normal

[virtualfleurs]

#001

sometimes i can feel the layers of my mind unraveling again

i sew my thoughts back into place

but i maybe got the stitching wrong.

was it my technique?

was it the fabric from which i was made?

was it nothing at all?

the stitching holds for now but what about tomorrow?

tomorrow

i’ll sew them back into place.

#sometimes #being okay #is hard #poetry #poetry on main #journal #journal entry #mental health #trying #questions i ask myself

[edjectedly]

Writing about the world ending has a certain feeling to it and I don't know how to describe the feelings I have exploring the grief we all experience personally

#ace rambles #ace writes #poetry on main #well #poetry talk on main

[salvatoreforroses]

You had this desolated dust in the reflection of your eyes, which made your glance appear miserably exhausted from all the lives that you are not living, even though you wished you were. - She tried to look through her weak frame while she temporarily faded away, along with the hope that one day she completely will.

Angelique Salvatore 

#excerpt from a book i’ll never write #poetry on main

[sharkfish]

"IN WINTER"

it’s too late to tell you i die a little in winter when the cactuses are all rotted and the grass is the color of passing. i haunt the limestone fields howling like an angry ghost. i guess that’s what i am.

i should’ve said it when we were stoned watching the stars sweating even at midnight. i should have warned you to start mourning back in fall when nothing changes.

in the short and slow days i’m nothing but a wisp of a spirit gnarled and blackened by fire among the lost pines. i walk there where fog fills the mornings and the sun never touches me. i could’ve mentioned that i drift, vague as a desaturated memory.

no man is an island but before i didn’t know where home was i did my best to balance on a floe in the struggling arctic, teeth starting to circle around as the pods recognized me as ever weakening. back then i was walking dead each endless light and endless dark.

before the floating i swam so deep it was as black as the blanket that cradles the stars. it was colder than space and all the glowing fish recognized me as a stranger to both of us.

i want to sing that things are better here where all the plants are as sharp as the barbs buried in my skin but the words may roll off a serpent’s tongue. it’s too late to tell you the kind of knowledge i have isn’t the kind you want.

it might be too soon to say it, but that red bird you track from cedar to pecan and back holds my heart inside its chest, beating like a funeral drum.

#poetry on main #sharkwrites

[wouldbewordsmith]

grandma’s house

plaster sharp enough to cut, hands trailing,

toes curling in polyester carpeting,

stumbling steps, taken drunkenly down,

dangling light bulb fallow and wan,

everyone’s in the basement, bodies with no faces,

blond hair curled, grey boots falling off too small feet,

a blue baseball cap, worn-down sneakers,

cigarette smoke drifting atop the smell of canned gravy,

warmed on a plate that bangs each time it takes a turn,

voices drift wordless and speaking,

flowered virid couch full to bursting, legs tossed over legs,

base thumping through chests, turned up too loud,

boxes filled and cluttered, leaning into heads and intimate spaces,

someone laughs, brown hair flowing, head thrown back,

the baby is crying at her uncle’s shushing,

this will be their last supper, did they have faces then?

these bodies, without eyes and smiles.

#poetry on main #poetry

[anarchywoofwoof]

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[theheartofthekoko]

Nonpareil // nosebleedclub's March Prompts

Inspiration from @sonnetsunflower 's own prompt!

#nosebleedclub #poetry on main #poetry #words

[anarchyloser]

You opened up your chest to me

Slowly showing me the bruises and scars

Told me their stories and names

And I looked down, away

Pretended to half way understand

And we walked on

You asked if I was ok

So I told you some stories

I haven't told you the worse yet

We'll see if you're even still here for that

Because I can see the stress slinking through your house

It walks on four legs like a feral cat

It hides in the shadows until you get too mad

And you let it lay on your shoulders

I don't know how long you can love me

I will stay until you decide to go

Because I don't think I can make it alone again

But you'll have everyone else

I want you to know it's ok

I will always love you

No matter what we go thought I will love them all

But you are all human and that has terms

I can see how thin your bonds are to me

So I've already grieved the loss of friends

Before it happens so it's easier now

I will slowly dissapear

So no one will notice me gone

And no one will miss me,

Not like they did you anyway

So go on, let your demons kill you

Let them hate me, become who I fear

It's ok, I will love you still

Even when no one would do the same for me

#SCREAMING INTO THE VOID #poetry on main #hm feeling. unlovable #mental illness said time to make you want to be alone and die #sorry #sorry im fine #its all firn #itll be ok #spilled ink

[wontonsupremacy]

Comments@comments

Isolation is a blessing

A quiet war against all those who care

A ridiculous abuse you accidentally or

purposely throw on the couch, they sit on

But a form of freedom a form of emotion

Can you leave me the fuck alone?

Can you pay attention for once?

Had you ever seen me this—

Interpretation varies and yet all it does is

ensure confusion to audience and performer

For once it seems like silence is key, silence a glee

At once it’s anger, sadness, confusion

lost together all you want is nothing

No more questions or comments,

no bible or salmons I just don’t want to hear

Why can’t they just stop and leave it all behind

The way I have and the way they’d done

Why change it now you fakeass fuckers

I hope to see that color in your eyes

A glow of red maybe green like the traffic of this town

A mere criticism or order in demand of

Things to “help” me with but really

I don’t give a fuck and at this point it’s really

Just me and me, 3rd person to 3rd person

No sympathy or empathy, only condolences to

The 4th party comments who don’t really get it

#wontonsupremacy #events #poetry on tumblr #poetry on main #poetscommunity

[edjectedly]

Delindae's love poem

You said practice makes permanent

and maybe it does,

after weeks and months

but my favorite part is always learning the piece-

Every run, every trill,

every part your hearts

poured into-

I'm rather prone to rushing,

If you couldn't tell,

I always play fortissimo

but with you conducting

we could take this andante

and see where it goes-

You can set our tempo,

I'll follow your lead,

We can take this poco-a-poco

because this is exactly

where I want to be

#ace rambles #my boy delindae #ace writes #poetry on main #poetry for dnd #dnd #poetry