the broken fragments of her love
has become an ornament of revenge
where her face was patched
with a red flame of fire
that roasts the lips
of those who dare
--- h.harouche
Artist Credit : @stoxxgaleriaderte
Thank you for accepting my request Kevin and a million thanks for the beautiful art you are sharing.
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Poem 005
Words unspoken.
Unspoken understanding.
Understanding what's broken.
Broken and misaligning.
Misaligning the truth I've been keeping.
Keeping what I can and hold it in.
In doing so, a whole lot of reminiscing.
Reminiscing yet I couldn't win.
Win or lose, this is a battle I choose.
Choose my heart or lose my mind?
Mind over matter, there is no use.
Use all the time I wish I could rewind.
Rewind all the good until I tire.
Tire myself in details I missed all the while.
While all of what's left may go haywire,
Haywire in heartbeats, for you, an extra mile.
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Won't break, can't shake this fate, rewrite.
Deep breaths, tight chest, life, death, rewind.
You're just my eternal sunshine.
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Hi not that u care but I’m back on my poetry BS here ye go
When the world ends
With all of these messed up bodies
What the hell will they call me
When they dig up my
Cataclysmic skin and bones
For now run your fingertips down my spine
tell me my vertebrae looks fine
Make sure my ribs are there
To try to keep my stolen heart mine
If we end up
Buried, flooded, burnt
Choked, croaked, and hurt
Or radiated beyond recognition
Pass on my first words
Cause my last ones weren’t good enough
There’s so many ways we could all turn belly up
Or coughing flat on our mauled faces
And if we’re fossilized, dug up and dusted off
I hope that they think us to be friends
Even after our wars
That we swore we’d finish but never did
Teared cells, gaping holes, cracking crisps flaked off
But we all laughed on the same hell
And we all cried on the same salvation
Our tears and blood grow the plants
That attack and fight back
So is it nature or nurture that we sowed?
violence is a vicious cycle
Like our orbit that’ll spiral
We can’t bend it
We can’t send it
We can’t end it.
So Why don’t we fly away from the sun
To give us a single sigh of time
I’m waiting for
The heat waves, the ice age, and climate galore
With their duty their to come and go
Just like our dying crows
Incase the new generation reaches for the stars
Our skeletons will beg them, “Please god no.”
They’ll ask, “Who’s he? What does he even know?”
“Is he the one who took us from our homes?”
we’ll tell them the stories
To warn them
Of the failed soil
And seeds of war we failed to sow
That we failed to grow
And the stolen hearts
Erased from our history
To prove a point.
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Sé, de una manera visionaria, que moriré de poesía. Es una sensación que no comprendo perfectamente; es algo vago, lejano, pero lo sé y lo aseguro
Alejandra Pizarnik
"I know, in a visionary way, that I will die of poetry. It is a feeling that I do not understand perfectly; it is something vague, distant, but I know it and I assure it"
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and in my world, the rain pours endlessly.
so i learned to love the cold and loneliness, and sit with the throbbing agonies inside my hollow ribcage.
every night, the rain comes down heavily.
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survived
i look upon my stacked library—
glistening against the early morning's light,
only tears, staring at the stories.
how pure are those mindless joys,
staring at literature—
leaving the academia at rest,
a prize withhold upon a year,
yearning, for a breath of fresh, youthful pages—
a time for the self, of kinship within my soul.
The literature and academe, vastness had been—
born out of knowledge and life.
i have finally reached those worthy seconds,
starting anew, walking the road taken by few.
i survived, again, again, again—maybe I shall live on.
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The dancing in the time.
Where I could never find,
Someone like you
And something as you.
I could kill my legs,
And never could stand.
But I will find you.
I will surely find you.
Oh! My dear.
Will you be someday real.
As my dreams and fears.
Because I need you.
With the turns and torns.
And walking with burns
Never mind, till I find you.
Until I find you.
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