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NewBeginnings
Published
27th Jun 2020 2:16pm
27th Jun 2020 2:16pm
My Heroin(e)
A junky for funky words,
I overdose on prose
In the garden of my mind’s desire.
Playing with poetic fire—
Roach smokin’ in the ash tray.
Led astray by broken verbs
And softly spoken word.
My poetic depiction—
A distinguished
Cunning linguist
With a great ad(diction).
Seeking poetic thrills,
Like sleeping pills
To ease my mind.
Snorting lines
Of the finest rhymes,
To pass the time.
A penny for your thoughts,
I'm a nuisance;
Giving my two cents
For mere nickels and...
I overdose on prose
In the garden of my mind’s desire.
Playing with poetic fire—
Roach smokin’ in the ash tray.
Led astray by broken verbs
And softly spoken word.
My poetic depiction—
A distinguished
Cunning linguist
With a great ad(diction).
Seeking poetic thrills,
Like sleeping pills
To ease my mind.
Snorting lines
Of the finest rhymes,
To pass the time.
A penny for your thoughts,
I'm a nuisance;
Giving my two cents
For mere nickels and...
#rhyming
#LifeAsAWriter
#addiction
#WritingPoetry
#metaphor
124 reads
19 Comments
Ahavati
Published
5th Jun 2020 2:31pm
5th Jun 2020 2:31pm
White Privilege
is being able to wake up in America
and not fear losing one's life
because of their skin color—
that is my privilege
I thought I understood
because I was bullied by whites
for being an ignorant little bitch
who played with black kids
during recess in Mississippi
I thought I recognized
an acidic smell of racism
on the breath of British children
screaming, Yankee go home!
in England
I thought I swallowed
the copper taste...
and not fear losing one's life
because of their skin color—
that is my privilege
I thought I understood
because I was bullied by whites
for being an ignorant little bitch
who played with black kids
during recess in Mississippi
I thought I recognized
an acidic smell of racism
on the breath of British children
screaming, Yankee go home!
in England
I thought I swallowed
the copper taste...
#corruption
#racism
#inequality
209 reads
47 Comments
NewBeginnings
Published
1st Jul 2020 2:47pm
1st Jul 2020 2:47pm
Mirror
(Visual entry)
#love
#fire
#mirror #passion
#mirror #passion
101 reads
16 Comments
NewBeginnings
Published
10th Jun 2020 10:14pm
10th Jun 2020 10:14pm
Asylum
His silence spoke in volumes—
solemn tomes in a library of shame,
where broken spines and dragon bones
line her catacombs with pain.
Bitter pain-tings of her past regrets—
picturesque, they rest in smiling frames;
she keeps her demons locked away
in an asylum for the insane.
Scratching at the surface (tension),
nervous, behind her tempered glass;
they convince her that she’s worthless,
as she breathes their toxic gas.
But she’s building her immunity—
inoculated by the Light,
to the noxious...
solemn tomes in a library of shame,
where broken spines and dragon bones
line her catacombs with pain.
Bitter pain-tings of her past regrets—
picturesque, they rest in smiling frames;
she keeps her demons locked away
in an asylum for the insane.
Scratching at the surface (tension),
nervous, behind her tempered glass;
they convince her that she’s worthless,
as she breathes their toxic gas.
But she’s building her immunity—
inoculated by the Light,
to the noxious...
#sadness
#dark
#forgiveness
#spiritual
#redemption
137 reads
22 Comments
NewBeginnings
Published
21st Jun 2020 7:16pm
21st Jun 2020 7:16pm
If Only (I Could Fly)
Hello there, Mr. Bluebird!
How nice of you to visit me—
As you perch for a fleeting moment,
On the branch of a sweet gum tree.
I close my eyes and feel the wind
Blowing gently through my hair;
And wish that I could fly away,
So high into the air.
I'd fly so far away from here,
To a place where no one knows—
By the time they found I'd disappeared,
Oh, how far I will have flown!
I'd feel the wind beneath my wings,
And sing until my heart explodes.
I'd gather up a thousand strings,
To build myself a...
How nice of you to visit me—
As you perch for a fleeting moment,
On the branch of a sweet gum tree.
I close my eyes and feel the wind
Blowing gently through my hair;
And wish that I could fly away,
So high into the air.
I'd fly so far away from here,
To a place where no one knows—
By the time they found I'd disappeared,
Oh, how far I will have flown!
I'd feel the wind beneath my wings,
And sing until my heart explodes.
I'd gather up a thousand strings,
To build myself a...
#sadness
#birds
#heaven
#freedom
#escape
117 reads
16 Comments
NewBeginnings
Published
3rd Jun 2020 3:49am
3rd Jun 2020 3:49am
Empathy
(Visual Entry)
#love
#kindness
#humankind
#suffering
#hurt
155 reads
25 Comments
NewBeginnings
Published
25th Jun 2020 6:21am
25th Jun 2020 6:21am
Poet-tree
(Visual Entry)
#LifeStruggles
#trees
#WritingPoetry
#metaphor
#philosophical
105 reads
21 Comments
lepperochan
Craic-Dealer
Craic-Dealer
Published
18th Jun 2020 7:46am
18th Jun 2020 7:46am
I am the wind
sometimes I sleep with my clothes on
a remnant from when you'd never know
what was going to come through the door
I could love you madly, crush your heart
with silence, watch as it dies a death, let it gasp for breath, bleed out, not shout "dont go!
I am cold. stone. fucking cold
I'm the wind, I blow in, then blow away
sometimes I sleep with my clothes on
a remnant from when you'd never know
what was going to come through the door
a remnant from when you'd never know
what was going to come through the door
I could love you madly, crush your heart
with silence, watch as it dies a death, let it gasp for breath, bleed out, not shout "dont go!
I am cold. stone. fucking cold
I'm the wind, I blow in, then blow away
sometimes I sleep with my clothes on
a remnant from when you'd never know
what was going to come through the door
#SelfReflection
120 reads
11 Comments
NewBeginnings
Published
8th Jun 2020 7:55am
8th Jun 2020 7:55am
We Are One
Life is what you make it,
Take your maker's mold and break it.
Lift yourself from the moldy basement,
the containment...
...facilities of the mind.
"Take this pill, it'll be just fine."
Now, chew it up and spit it out!
Enough with mindless mastication!
This mental masturbation,
Blurs the lines of your reality.
Turn off your reality TV!
For the sake of geniality.
It's time to change the station,
To change the history of this nation
And rearrange this puzzling mystery,
To better fit the...
Take your maker's mold and break it.
Lift yourself from the moldy basement,
the containment...
...facilities of the mind.
"Take this pill, it'll be just fine."
Now, chew it up and spit it out!
Enough with mindless mastication!
This mental masturbation,
Blurs the lines of your reality.
Turn off your reality TV!
For the sake of geniality.
It's time to change the station,
To change the history of this nation
And rearrange this puzzling mystery,
To better fit the...
#LifeAsAWriter
#CallToAction
#redemption
#philosophical
#morality
130 reads
19 Comments
Ahavati
Published
20th Jun 2020 3:37am
20th Jun 2020 3:37am
Front Yard
Tonight I lie under fireflies—
the pre-summer warmth
igniting their brief adult life
Crickets bow-drilling legs
flame auditory mating signals
Deafening cicada chorus
emerging from catacombs
of an earthen temple
Bat frequency
bouncing off prey—
distant thunder clearing its throat
amid a flash of heat
This is how I want to go out:
one swoop—an inferno
of burn; a falling star ...
the pre-summer warmth
igniting their brief adult life
Crickets bow-drilling legs
flame auditory mating signals
Deafening cicada chorus
emerging from catacombs
of an earthen temple
Bat frequency
bouncing off prey—
distant thunder clearing its throat
amid a flash of heat
This is how I want to go out:
one swoop—an inferno
of burn; a falling star ...
#death
#animals
#nature #spiritual
#nature #spiritual
135 reads
23 Comments
DanielChristensen
Published
6th Jun 2020 1:52am
6th Jun 2020 1:52am
Of Colors
Look at any star in the sky, now look at another. Your awareness has just crossed distances it takes light thousands of years to travel. Perhaps awareness is the greatest power in the universe." Kurt Vonnegut
..
Famous poems about color,
I found a list of ten
And don't particularly connect
With any of them
What Neruda saw in wheat
I never saw,
Having walked through the
Stalk grass with,
Its sticky fingers
Pawing
At my shorts
Like greedy
Children,
Wheat was never the color of
A...
..
Famous poems about color,
I found a list of ten
And don't particularly connect
With any of them
What Neruda saw in wheat
I never saw,
Having walked through the
Stalk grass with,
Its sticky fingers
Pawing
At my shorts
Like greedy
Children,
Wheat was never the color of
A...
#strength
#LifeAsAWriter
#myself
#PowerOfWords
#determination
161 reads
27 Comments
Ahavati
Published
16th Jun 2020 10:28pm
16th Jun 2020 10:28pm
Creed
Power does not belong to a minority—
even counted together
they could not exceed the majority;
thus, stepping toward Oneness
is impossible without equality. . .
which cannot be measured
amid the absence
of each tribal voice
concerning the direction
of their country—
but, even if present
they would be mute
unless that majority
chose to listen—
better yet. . .
relinquish adequate seating
fulfilling the creed: ...
even counted together
they could not exceed the majority;
thus, stepping toward Oneness
is impossible without equality. . .
which cannot be measured
amid the absence
of each tribal voice
concerning the direction
of their country—
but, even if present
they would be mute
unless that majority
chose to listen—
better yet. . .
relinquish adequate seating
fulfilling the creed: ...
#corruption
#power
#politics
#America
#inequality
155 reads
34 Comments
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