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sike-n · 1 month

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A man walks into a bar

And asks the bartender for a drink

Put it in a glass or a human body either way they are one and the same

The man stands before the glass stands on the counter

His hands holds the glass holds his drink

Then the exchange

Mouth open the glass lets go of all that it is

Mouth open the man seeks to forget all that he is

Lets go of the glass

The glass tumbles

He stumbles

The glass falls

The man is down

Glass splinters glitter on the ground

Stars hidden by the man on the moon

Who has fallen off his throne

Not quite responds the bartender

As he sweeps what remains of the glass into a dust pan

And he commands the man to stand back up

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abrighterspark · 3 years

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the French word for tongue is langue

and i let it lounge on my lips like a lover

curl around my heart like a prayer

as i remember -

langue

the language of lovers, the curse of the saints

the tongue, the source of sin

the lie of a liar, the praise of a win

the tongue, la langue

something so strong, it breaks hearts and wills

something so quick, it's silver, never still

la langue

no longer has the power to devour my words

la langue

no longer caught in a closing throat

la langue

no longer;

my tongue,

i conquer.

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a-graveyard-in-time · 4 years

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my love, let me hold your face, softly in the sunlight, let me kiss your eyelids, as if to say - let go, let go of the ghosts, let me rest your head on mine, let me entangle my fingers with yours, let me take you with me, let me take to you a place only we know - the cliff, behind this small town of ours, let me take you, my love, let me take you away.

let me love you// s.a

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novumberries · 4 years

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love! she calls in a voice like honey and wheat, pale gold of morning warmth. i answer with a purple howl meant only for the moon, and run away swiftly. disappear at the stroke of midnight into the dusk-coloured woods with bruises that match. what could i know of love? what could i deserve?

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badpoetsclub · 4 years

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Her eyes held malice when she looked at me; her mouth told lies and took advantage of my naivety. This is wrong, I think. This hurts, I think. This is going to break my heart. I still cry when she leaves.

the girl with a chip on her shoulder// hnl 2020

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theprocast · 4 years

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I am with you always.

Matthew 28:20

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absinthetears · 4 years

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exceptional disasters

Let the bittersweet scents Of roses and myrtle Never desert our lives. Tonight we will feast, Devouring the skies Painted tears and watercolor, Taking away what never belonged To us. I'll be your cute red-haired Aphrodite And you will be charmed by my beauty. Like corpses of flies plastered on pastoral Northern Italian scenery, We've shattered our hearts, souls, and wrists Until we were left with nothing else to break. Craving for handmade disasters, We will destroy the only sky that has sheltered us. Bellowing and writhing in pain, we would Throw smiles at a life that graced us With such an exceptional ending. Exceptional disasters, Exceptional lovers, Gobbling down our only sky While we burn down from within.

We'll come to dwell in crystal temples In the stillness of eternal gardens, And never believe in disasters Until they happen to us.

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poetdreamerfool · 4 years

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be great

I’m searching for a one way ticket out of where I’m at but sometimes moving forward means finding your way back; nickel bags in the stash-- flashing lights, flashing life-- I only smile on the 1st and 15th; I only fear what lies right underneath the fragile facade, as the suffering cascades the cops throw the judge another lob watch him do a windmill then thank god. white silence has become white noise; the corporations rob while the masses are just happy to have a job. apathetic; no wonder dollar signs have bars on em-- I feel for my son but I gotta be hard on him. being black in America means death feels like deja vu; confederate statues: black heads on pikes; allies only showing love for the likes, right. the governors in black face is the only time the TV has black face-- brace for the impact. black happiness is combat.

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bluedusksandpinkdawns · 5 years

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I’m trying to define myself but no one ever taught me the words, And I think my greatest sin is that I can never learn anything for myself.

There are the brief moments where I am alive, Like when a cloud parts and the sun finally begins to seep through, When I run through the grass with earth between my feet – But there are so many more when I feel I am a moment away from disappearing, Holding on to this universe by a mere thread, Nothing more than a shadow.

Except sometimes I am a colourful explosion, I am chaos and metaphor and love, I am reinventing and rediscovering and I was made for this, The endless green of meadows and fields, tripping over trees, Laughing and spinning in the storm, I am made of memories and words I preserved, Childish laughter and a sense of belonging,

I know we were hopeless and mismatched but a single song can take me back to the day We spent twirling in the rain and the time I convinced you we belonged, That we had a place in this world, And we lay under your bed and I wished you’d kiss me but you never did –

I didn’t know love could cause such pain, Not when it was the gentle, mutual love between friends, Not when it was the love of childhood or nature or the stars in the sky and the earth on the ground –

I wish I could return, not forever but for a moment, I wish I could see the sun glint off the water without the fear of drowning in the back of my mind, I wish I could surround myself with softness again without being suffocated,

I don’t want to stay here forever but I hate that I have to leave forever –

Can I be autumn and summer and winter and spring? I want to light fires and curl up in the winter, I want to watch the snow gently fall to the ground and fire crackle in the hearth and drink hot chocolate and watch bad movies with family surrounding me, but still, I don’t want to give up another summer to do so.

I am five and I am nine and I am three and fifteen and twelve, sometimes I feel ancient and weary with this life, but I wonder at the rain and the cleansing of the world and the clear blue sky and I still love like a child does,

I won’t remember being here, the memories I have are hazy and distant at best, I am watching two lovers in the rain and I can hardly remember which is me or why they are here or how one of them will remember this day for the rest of her life and the other will forget

I wish I could remember all the times you held my hand I wish I could document them and replay them every time I felt alone, Except that I wouldn’t, sometimes I need to return to forest paths and the stars to feel myself again –

But they’re so far away now, who let them escape? I wish I believed in wishes again I watch the clouds part, the sun beaming down, I spent half my life fearing I've lost the ability to write

Memories that are so almost perfect I'll spend my life remembering them, In my mind, they’re golden, sunlit, I hate them cause they’ll never return – I am the sum of all my good memories.

The sky seemed so bleak for so long, People seemed so vacant –

I think the colour is returning now, but I can never trust that it’ll stay.

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blacknwh1te-cray0ns · 5 years

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crushing

crushes keep crushing me

they crumble my heart like a cookie

I hope you like me, I don't want to tell you first

cookies crumble quicker when they're burnt

my love has flames

nobody likes burnt cookies, but I hope

you do

MRN

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mesmerizing-words · 4 years

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“Being Flawless is perfect;

But being Flawed is something beyond perfection”

“Why do you forget that it’s your flaws and all that made me fall for you in the first place”

~what I say to her when she says “I’m a mess”

-Find somebody who loves you; for your mistakes ...somebody who looks at you and your flaws & finds them cute enough to stay with you ...

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sike-n · 2 years

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a year to remember

i used to write a recap poem

every december

summing up everything

beginning from the start in january

packaging it neatly

messily

haphazardly

in poetry

i don't anymore

i stopped writing this year

poetry

text messages

journal entries

to-do lists

anything

everything

writing is remembering

and i just want to forget

it's december 30th

only a few minutes before the 31st and

i'm having end of the year emotions

for me that means

sentimental stupidity

i'm in love with life

and disgusted with myself

i miss everyone

but this year i miss myself mostly

i don't remember who i am

i wish i wrote it down sometime

i wonder if the answer is in one of my old poetry books

there are so many and they're dust covered

if i'm in there i'll never find me

but if i'm in there

then i don't ever want to find me

there isn't a me to find

i don't think i ever existed before

maybe next year i will try to

maybe i will start writing again

inventing me

maybe i won't start with poetry

maybe just with a list of things i love

and then journal entries

and then to-do lists

i'll even try to send my friends some messages

and maybe on december 30th 2022

i will write a recap poem

maybe in 2022 i'll have a year i want to remember

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abrighterspark · 2 years

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the poet

fear me

for i am unafraid to live alone until i want you

fear me

for i will never need you by my side

but love me

because one day i'll choose my forever muse

and if you love me well,

then maybe... just maybe... i'll choose you.

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wordsofthelost · 5 years

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“The worst form of crying is the one you do when your emotions become so strong, that you just sob relentlessly and don’t know exactly why you’re crying but it feels like you’re unraveling like a ball of yarn.”

— day two hundred forty-nine, two thousand nineteen // 11:11

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novumberries · 3 years

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3. horn goat horns spiral into twisted shapes and in their grooves we read archaic omens. helixes curved around thrice prophesize the death of a godless son, aching and left without heart. branching bones that always point north wait for the night the stars blink out of the sky. the devil laughs with horns of pitch black, lines carved deep with glowing red rings, and the angels come down to combat him, their antlers curved together to form near-perfect halos.

january prompt challenge

#nosebleed club #writerscreed #twcpoetry #poeticstories #rebumbleblossoms #poetryportal #ok i kinda almost like this one #its hard to actually make the time to sit down and write im too busy playing minecraft #i write these at like 5am #mine #january prompt challenge #what's better #forcing urself to write something every day n being done with it #or taking longer to carefully work on things but then also maybe not writing enough #idk actually lol

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badpoetsclub · 4 years

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Today, I didn’t think of you when I woke up. Today, when something funny happened, I didn’t reach for my phone to call you. Today I looked in the mirror and realized that it’s possible to love my life the way that it is. Today was the first time in a long time that I felt alive.

today, yesterday, tomorrow// hnl 2020

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