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scatteredthoughts2 · 13 hours ago
I was a baby when I was born,
And I'm a baby still today,
I get lost and so forlorn,
And I have to have my way.
I have moods that change and swing,
I get tantrums when annoyed,
It just takes the slightest thing,
To make me unsatisfied.
Sometimes I blow my fuse,
Like a bolt of lightning shock,
I insult and I abuse,
I deride and slur and mock.
I throw things at the wall,
I get angry at the telly,
I refuse to take your call,
And I say you're stinky, smelly.
If my dinner is not ready,
I will roar and cause a scene,
If it's ready I won't eat it;
I would rather shout and scream.
If my neighbour cuts his grass,
Too early in the morning,
I will go and kick his ass,
And go back to bed still yawning.
I was a baby when I was born;
You can see I've not grown up,
I just love to raise a storm,
And I don't intend to stop.
So you see I am not easy,
You must always be aware,
I am oily, slick and greasy,
And you must handle me with care.
Ambrose Harte
Scattered Thoughts
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scatteredthoughts2 · 14 hours ago
Let Your Sadness Flow.
Sometimes I'm asked why I write so sad;
Is there nothing happy I can write about?
I write of sad when I'm feeling bad,
Because writing sad let's my sadness out.
When you keep your sadness locked inside,
It eats away at your heart and soul,
It gnaws and chews, it's a roaring tide,
It destroys what's good, what makes you whole.
If you let it out in a gushing stream,
It will hurt the ones you love the most,
If you rant and shout and rave and scream,
You will plant your sadness in another host.
So I sit down with pen and paper,
And I let my sadness flow out in ink,
By candle light, by glowing taper,
I free up some space for me to think.
Ambrose Harte
Scattered Thoughts
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soulless-sultry · 14 hours ago
𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒂𝒔𝒌 𝒎𝒆,
𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒅𝒐 𝒊 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒆
𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊 𝒕𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒎𝒚 𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒍𝒚
𝒍𝒎 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 ,𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒊 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘
𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒄𝒆𝒂𝒏
𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝒄𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒏
𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐 𝒇𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒋𝒖𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒕
𝒊 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒇𝒍𝒂𝒘𝒔
𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖
𝒊𝒍 𝒃𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔
𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔
𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔𝒕
𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒃𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆
𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒏𝒐 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒔
𝒑𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒖𝒑 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍
𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒅𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒆
𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒉𝒖𝒓𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈
𝒊'𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈
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prasannawrites · 18 hours ago
a poem about nothing
sometimes, words aren’t enough: there's the infinite and the ubiquitous, overlapping when it comes to you – all my poems are a clear indication of that. what's left to say when everything has already been said? i want you, it’s truly remarkable – the depth of the sea of yearning you’ve created. sometimes i wonder if i’m just a living vessel meant to abate the inevitable – you know, the forbidden word: love – it’s an understatement, it’s akin to setting fire to the future. there’s easier routes to death, and here we are reading one another’s poetry, scavenging for meaning in all the words we’ve authored. i almost rather that you gouge out my eyes – gazing into your eyes reminds me of infinity, and i can no longer tolerate it. to know of love and to live it, are two different things and i no longer want to know of love – i want the sunlight to position and hit only me in a crowded room, i want tea to stay perpetually warm, and to drink it and you, in a lithe world. can i be honest with you? if just for one moment, each word i pluck for you seems to stained of a shade of xanthous yellow – are you the sun? perhaps, you’re the moon tonight and i resign to a fate of being a celestial body caught in a elliptical orbit of you, i spend little time with you, and more time lamenting of your absence. is an apology owed? i’m sure in another life we were only apart in our dreams, reality would’ve been promising - offering aromas of jasmines, sandalwood, and chocolate. our sweet nothings were saccharine enough, i think. of all your honeyed words that crystalized (and i really do understand), i think it’s time to melt the first one again, and soak in it – i never know what’s next to vanish.
prompt: supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
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adgridley · 23 hours ago
At Ease
Furry, nuzzling, stretching. Animal reclines
Something rouses this old soul, alert to ghostly signs
Situation urgent: lead involvement sought
Blood pressure comes back down, empathy in force
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nidhibhasin · a day ago
It’s the kind of pain
that never goes away
and I don’t even know what kind of pain that is
It’s like cancer in my bones
I cannot kill it
cannot remove it, throw it away
and crying doesn’t help
it grows and grows, as if trying to swallow me
-Nidhi Bhasin
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scatteredthoughts2 · a day ago
Best Kept Secrets.
She knew childhood and she knew death,
And she knew nothing in between,
Just an empty room to rest in,
She was there, but never seen.
She cleaned houses every day,
As she tried to eke a living,
Then she went about her way,
With the few pounds she was given.
She found refuge in a church,
In a corner filled with shadow,
She spent hours there each day,
Dreaming of some distant meadow.
No one knew her name,
Or where it was she wept,
No one saw her pain,
Or the secret smile she kept.
In an empty church she rests,
No mourners there to weep,
With her arms crossed o'er her breasts,
And her secrets she will keep.
Ambrose Harte
Scattered Thoughts
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pocketfullofpoesies · a day ago
italics plus parenthesis
equals redundancy
~ @pocketfullofpoesies
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soulless-sultry · a day ago
Something in the rain
There's something in the rain
That washes away my pain
Everytime I soak myself in
I feel my lost was soul revived
There's something in the rain
Everytime I soak myself in
It creeps down to my spine
And make me feel my youth again
There's something in the rain
Everytime it falls
It makes the flowers bloom
And makes the blue bird sing
There's something in the rain
Everytime it falls
It makes everyone on earth rejoice
And everything it touch comes back to life
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courtneyopoetry · a day ago
Oh you!
I look at you and I simply wish,
for you and me,
I want these lips, all over my skin...
don't know where this leads,
but precognition now is at its peak
these blue eyes. the shape of your face.
I'm losing my mind!
I have a boyfriend, I have a life!
But we are chasing each other when no one's looking at,
I avoid you because I know what this could bring
I know what you want: it's me,
and once I was freed, the high simply took over me.
Those crazy pandemic prison nights,
looking at your photograph, wondering how you taste,
how you feel, how you fuck,
and some months later,
hey baby, here we are.
Did I know this from the start?
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lilian-blue · a day ago
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I'm spilling out
trying to separate an intuition theory
with any tangible fact
but like Michigan J Frog
but a fragment of a jewel
it slips from my hands like sand
and I can't fool you
You're calling out
in a fashion of the weary
an unspoken blood pact
the words we spin struck gold within
but with bruises and burns
more stitches required than planned
but the narrative already ruled me
and you can't fool me
how are you even real
our love, the war, in shame
we wear eachother's skin
I can't conceal my pain
like you lifted up your fist
and challenged me to feel
challenged me to heal
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scatteredthoughts2 · a day ago
The Soughing, Sighing Wind.
And now that you have gone,
And I think I know what's wrong,
I sit here on my own,
Listening to our favourite song.
The silence is so deep,
And my thoughts are sad and lonely,
And the tears I sadly weep,
Are for you, my one and only.
The wind, it soughs and sighs,
Outside my bedroom window,
It whispers sad goodbyes,
To my heart that's now in limbo.
And I pray you will return,
I will wait for you forever,
For you my love will burn,
And this flame will blow out, never.
Ambrose Harte
Scattered Thoughts
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