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scatteredthoughts2 · 25 days
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SILENT IS THE NIGHT.
Silent is the night,
when everyone's asleep,
No one hears my pain,
no one hears me weep.
Everyone's in dreamland,
and no one will ever see,
How lonely is my night,
how I ache to dream with thee.
@Ambrose Harte
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claphandsound · 2 years
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Emergence
In this dim cave
under busy city streets
you might follow
the right echo
on its swerving
stretching journey
past grabbing shadows
and sizzling tar pits
so far
into expansive
sunlit meadows
covered with swaying
smiling black eyed susans
and there you might pause
to listen more closely
to the fizzy hum
of honey bees
and the luminous
spread of life.
 Something inside you
begins to glow
like the face of the moon
emerging from the veil –
peering through parting mounds of vapor.
  © Scott Thompson    
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wheretheinkflows · 2 years
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Grief
In the dark crevices of the mind
sits a creature, undescribable
breathing in the scent of every carcass left behind
twisted into a shape, unrecognizable
to be untwisted and made whole again
.
Every disguise that was never thought to be one
and every wrinkle etching itself, untruthful
distinguished moments eons and a second apart
rising and falling in the depths of a well, unbidden
turned into the sea of ferocious waves sweeping out
.
The water receding back into infinty with
broken glass reflecting stars, unblinking
as the night sky created patterns, no, provided
to humanity a brush to stroke its simple beauty
remains only that, remains of a life long abandned
.
A peak of my perspective of Will Graham's mind
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getcareless · 3 years
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Three Months Since
Three months since we had last held any hands;
we don’t talk anymore and we don’t even glance.
As perchance my vestiges scatter in advance.
We got caught up and mixed up
that it didn’t matter on the stance.
Are we feeling mad or are we trance?
The music still rings from that Saturday’s dance.
Where’d you go -
because none of my past understands.
It’s like a dream where I get laughed at
for not having any pants.
Write my epitaph as if I’ve just about had it with romance.
JP
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writteninjoy2 · 7 years
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scatteredthoughts2 · 2 months
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Distances So Wide.
I died the day you went away,
I broke up all inside,
I felt my world just slip away,
Like the ebbing of the tide.
I prayed that you'd come back someday,
But the distance was too wide,
My life, my love, had gone away,
And I hung my head and cried.
I begged and pleaded with you to stay,
To be my blushing bride,
But you just smiled and turned away,
And my pleading you denied.
And now there's nothing left to say,
I'm all broken up inside,
My life, my love, has flown away,
And the distance is so wide.
@Ambrose Harte
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scatteredthoughts2 · 2 months
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HIDING IN MY ROOM.
When I hide myself away from the world,
I go inside my room,
I'm like a frightened little bird,
Hiding from the moon.
I'm afraid of what's going on outside,
And I don't want to be involved,
So inside my room I try to hide,
And pray my worries will dissolve.
Inside my room I'm all alone,
And I'm safe inside these walls,
A sanctuary of wood and stone,
Where no one ever calls.
Inside my room, it is so quiet,
And I feel complete and whole,
In thoughts I drift into the night,
And I listen to my soul.
But I know I must come out some day,
And live among living,
I can't keep myself all locked away,
I can't take without some giving.
But into my room I will return,
And again I will be free,
It's guiding light will forever burn,
Just calling out to me.
@Ambrose Harte
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scatteredthoughts2 · 1 month
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DANCING WITH A LEPRECHAUN.
When you are dancing with a Leprechaun,
The Leprechaun calls the tune,
He will use you as a pawn,
Beneath a blood-red moon.
He will promise you your wildest dreams,
And tell you your the only one,
But beware, all's not as it seems,
And of you he's making fun.
He is charming and beguiling,
He's as slick as oily eels,
He'll bewitch you when he's smiling,
As he dances jigs and reels.
He will fill you up with poteen,
Till you don't know your religion,
He will dress you all in green,
And have you cooing like a pigeon.
And as the moon begins to wane,
The sun rising in the east,
He'll befuddle your poor brain,
For he's a cruel and nasty beast.
You will wake up far from home,
With a sore and aching head,
You'll be cold and all alone,
And far from your nice warm bed.
So never dance with a Leprechaun,
He will trick you and beguil,
He will laugh and call you amadawn,
And at your troubles he will smile.
@Ambrose Harte
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scatteredthoughts2 · 3 months
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Dreams of You.
My dreams are getting sadder,
And I'm crying in my sleep,
They are crazy and much madder,
But that's not what makes me weep.
I dream that I am with you,
And I'm living in your world,
In my heart I know this can't be true;
It's too crazy and absurd.
In dreams you say you love me,
But I know you never did,
Our life was just a fantasy
Filled with secrets that you hid.
How I wish these dreams would cease,
Because they fill me with false hope,
In my sleep I can't find peace,
I'm still dangling from your rope.
Maybe soon they'll go away,
Maybe soon I will forget,
But for now I'm filled up with dismay,
Filled with hurting and regret.
@Ambrose Harte
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scatteredthoughts2 · 1 month
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STAR MAN.
A Star Man came to me last night,
And I asked him what was wrong,
He said we've been listening to the tunes you sing,
And it seems you've changed your song.
I asked him what he meant by that,
And he hung his head and cried,
He said there's too much bloodshed in our world;
Too many innocents have died.
He said we've been watching you from afar,
And your world's a sorry place,
Wars and famine across the land,
Your Earth's a huge disgrace.
He said I bring to you a warning,
For your world will surely die,
Your finger's on the button,
To rain missiles from the sky.
And when it starts it will not stop,
Till there's only misery and death,
And the ones who press the button,
Will do so with no regret.
He said no one will listen,
For they are blinded by their greed,
A few acres here and there,
They say they really need.
He said I could go with him,
To his home in outer space,
But I said I must stay here;
I am needed in this place.
And when the Spaceman left me,
He said I wish you well,
He said I could only save so many,
I could not save the world from hell.
@Ambrose Harte
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scatteredthoughts2 · 5 months
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A CAULDRON FULL OF WORDS.
I threw all the letters into a cauldron,
And boiled it up to stew some words,
And when the cooking was all done,
Words filled the air like Humming birds.
I never was much good at spelling,
And I always was the dunce at school,
But with my cauldron bubbling and deliciously smelling,
No one can ever call me fool.
Poems and stories filled the air,
Letters of love and tales of the dead,
Pirates and vagabonds and maidens fair,
Are there for me outside of my head.
Some words were misty and hazy,
And some were made of snow,
Some were lively and some were lazy,
And some were filled with an eerie glow.
Some were filled with sadness,
Words that made me want to cry,
And some were filled with gladness,
Words to soothe and pacify.
Little words and big words,
And words that fit between,
And to see them hover like Humming birds,
Was a sight you should have seen.
So bubble, bubble, and stew away,
And I'll stir my steaming pot,
Then I'll sit back at the end of day,
And see what I have got.
@Ambrose Harte
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scatteredthoughts2 · 5 months
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My Christmas Wish List.
I'm wishing for a Christmas,
Filled with peace and fun and joy,
Filled with caring and forgiving,
And to the sad times say goodbye.
They say Christmas is for children,
And, of course, I know it's true,
But it's a time for all us adults,
And in all we say and do.
To remember those we love,
To hug each and everyone,
For we're only passing through,
And in no time we'll be gone.
We all have disagreements,
And our silence cries in pain,
And if we just reach out a bit,
We'll find happy times again.
One little word is all it takes,
And it can be hard to say,
But when we say that little word,
A great weight will lift away.
It breaks my heart to see,
All the loneliness in the world,
When all it takes to heal it all,
Is one magic little word.
So Santa here's my wish list,
I want nothing for myself,
Just some loving and forgiving,
And I pray that you can help.
@ Ambrose Harte
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scatteredthoughts2 · 4 months
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THE GIFT YOU LEFT WITH ME.
It's over now;
Santa Claus has come and gone,
The table is empty,
But your presence lingers on.
The Christmas tree is sparkling,
But underneath it's bare,
There is nothing left to open,
There is no more joy or cheer.
Wrapping papers strewn about,
Their secrets all revealed,
Empty boxes that once held gifts;
No more promises to yield.
No more children laughing,
No more shouts of joy and glee,
I'm alone in all the silence;
It's the gift you left with me.
@Ambrose Harte
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scatteredthoughts2 · 4 months
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ALL ALONE ON CHRISTMAS DAY.
I wonder will it snow this Christmas,
I wonder will it bring some joy,
But I'll be alone again this Christmas,
A lonely, hungry, little boy.
I wonder where they'll be this Christmas;
My mum and dad are seldom home,
And I pray that they will come home laughing,
And leave this little boy alone.
I wonder what I'll eat this Christmas,
But then everyday it's still the same;
Scraps of food from paper bags,
And then my parents leave again.
I won't be getting toys this Christmas,
But then toys are not what's on my mind,
The secret letter I wrote to Santa,
Asked for my parents to be nice and kind.
A fire would be nice this Christmas,
Because the house is freezing cold,
And there's just one blanket on my bed,
Which they take away if I am bold.
I'm trying not to cry this Christmas,
I really am, I swear it's true,
But my back is full of blisters,
And my body's black and blue.
I will watch the streets again this Christmas,
As the kids come out on Christmas day,
New bikes and toys and shrieks of laughter,
But they don't see me as I watch them play.
Alone and shivering in my bedroom,
Alone and crying on Christmas day,
And sometimes I think if I was good boy,
Then happy days would come my way.
@Ambrose Harte
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scatteredthoughts2 · 6 months
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PLEASE LET ME KEEP ON DREAMING.
I dreamt that I was young again,
And everything was as it used to be,
I was racing boats in the pouring rain,
And you, my brother, were there with me.
We wore rubber boots of blue and red,
As we splashed and kicked in the roadside stream,
You were alive, no longer dead,
Yet I knew that it was just a dream.
I was seven and you were six,
And we loved the rain, we would sing and dance,
Our boats were only bits of sticks,
And with delight we'd jump and prance.
I prayed that I would never wake up,
I wanted the dream to go on and on,
I prayed the dream would never stop,
Because when I awoke you would be gone.
Do you remember our childhood days,
Where e'er you are, do you dream too,
Do you remember our rebellious ways,
When we never did what we were told to do.
I miss you now, as I missed you then,
I miss your cheeky brown - eyed smile,
But when I dream of pouring rain,
I can play with you for a little while.
Oh to race our boats down stream,
To jump in puddles along the street,
To run and dance and shout and scream,
And laugh at everyone we'd meet.
So I beg you God, please don't let me wake,
Let me stay in my dreams to play with you,
I beg you please, for heavens sake,
To make my rainy dreams come true.
@ Ambrose Harte
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