NoPoo
Bluevelvete said:... "It's sad when someone you know becomes someone you knew"
~Henry Rollins
I start
to think of the when
forcing thoughts
to navigate around it
avoiding
so i feel
it less
which leaves me darker
more broken tender
it should be easier
the now, the today.
knowing
yet futile
in all my constant wishing
(ohh those wishes)
how they burrow...
deep.
#Nopoo
2/19/21
2:47pm EST
I'm 100 today too!
;)
Wow! How I missed this century!
Well done BV. 👌💥👏
~Henry Rollins
I start
to think of the when
forcing thoughts
to navigate around it
avoiding
so i feel
it less
which leaves me darker
more broken tender
it should be easier
the now, the today.
knowing
yet futile
in all my constant wishing
(ohh those wishes)
how they burrow...
deep.
#Nopoo
2/19/21
2:47pm EST
I'm 100 today too!
;)
Wow! How I missed this century!
Well done BV. 👌💥👏
Sat,20/02/2021
2259 AEDST
NP#54
shame and guilt
the fraternal twins
merciless torturers
they don't miss
much
fool around
and you'll slip
before one knew
the bitch self esteem
had the neck
under her heel
the twins
they work hard
taking turns
2259 AEDST
NP#54
shame and guilt
the fraternal twins
merciless torturers
they don't miss
much
fool around
and you'll slip
before one knew
the bitch self esteem
had the neck
under her heel
the twins
they work hard
taking turns
i don't dream often
whenever it
arrives
it's like
receiving
god
watching
sunshine
reflect
untouched
water
sleeping
bare skin
beneath
tree shade
cause
no fucks
given
and
i'm away
from living
a full time
job
if given
the choice
i wouldn't
wake
up
Written by _feral
Go To Page
#NooPoo14
20.02.21
ii
there is no
people
there's only the
i
sometimes it is mistaken
for a collective
when
in company
perhaps
the Roman numeral
representing the two
the only perfect rendering
both literally
and figuratively
there is no
people
there's planets though
the heavenly bodies
orbits
sadly
have locked them in
satellites
can only dream
and run around
day and night
there is no people
.
people
there's only the
i
sometimes it is mistaken
for a collective
when
in company
perhaps
the Roman numeral
representing the two
the only perfect rendering
both literally
and figuratively
there is no
people
there's planets though
the heavenly bodies
orbits
sadly
have locked them in
satellites
can only dream
and run around
day and night
there is no people
.
Written by cold_fusion
Go To Page
Sun, 21/02/2021
1236 AEDST
#NP 55
1236 AEDST
#NP 55
unrequited: a lonely senryú
the blistering truth
unrequited love's heartbeat
skips, slows slows slows stop
Written by Bluevelvete
Go To Page
#Nopoo
for 2/20/21
Closing The Bones
I stopped
drinking
tackled
mountains
stoked fires
in a swollen
after-dark—
if I’ve
ceased talking;
if I’ve cut you
out
pick my chest
clean of all
I’ve lost
these ribs
mean something
more.
Written by Northern_Soul
(-Missy-)
Go To Page
#NoPoo [44]
"But Really I..." (NoPoo 102)
in my
twisted mind
i wish for
that cloak
of darkness
invisibility
stealh deflection
off the radar
be lost
in the expanse
of silence
instinctive
avoidance
becone buried
in shifting sands
Like an ostrich
no discernable
image or footprint
hidden identity
like a breath
in the wind
fearing
simple
connection
a hermit crab
scurrying
from predators
that demand
conversation
the only
contradiction is
i sercetly
desire it
in some sense
twisted mind
i wish for
that cloak
of darkness
invisibility
stealh deflection
off the radar
be lost
in the expanse
of silence
instinctive
avoidance
becone buried
in shifting sands
Like an ostrich
no discernable
image or footprint
hidden identity
like a breath
in the wind
fearing
simple
connection
a hermit crab
scurrying
from predators
that demand
conversation
the only
contradiction is
i sercetly
desire it
in some sense
Written by AspergerPoet56
Go To Page
Everyday Magic
It doesn’t play a pompous fanfare
or marches around our estate,
it doesn’t proclaim its arrival
swinging open our garden gate
it isn’t spells or incantations
it isn’t witchcraft in a jar,
it doesn’t practice Scientology
like some fancy-pants film star
it enters still and slowly,
it does not demand a throne,
it is humble in the backyard
where our vegetables are grown
it is blossom on our plum tree,
blackbirds on an old church spire,
it is your hand soft, on top of mine
as a log burns on our fire
it is bread baked in our oven
swelling up from kneaded dough,
it is eating toast by candlelight
beneath a worn out woollen throw
for I believe in everyday magic
as the wild just passes through,
no secrets, no revelations
simply me, and simply you.
Written by Northern_Soul
(-Missy-)
Go To Page
#NoPoo [45]
Unnoticed (NoPoo 103)
no condition
with this heart
while it softly thrums
in my chest
unconditionally
given away
a simple
delclaration of love
prepared
for falling
as gravity
finally takes hold
course is set
for lands afar
what's gone before
is now undiscovered
eyes see
in new light
unrequited gaze
that never tires
what beauty forms
is an unspoken secret
one i long
to finally reveal
just to be a pillow
for your head
the brush
through your hair
anything
that means i am felt
even the air
touching skin
would become fire
to warm you
running water
to bathe you
until then
will remain
your unseen
Shadow
with this heart
while it softly thrums
in my chest
unconditionally
given away
a simple
delclaration of love
prepared
for falling
as gravity
finally takes hold
course is set
for lands afar
what's gone before
is now undiscovered
eyes see
in new light
unrequited gaze
that never tires
what beauty forms
is an unspoken secret
one i long
to finally reveal
just to be a pillow
for your head
the brush
through your hair
anything
that means i am felt
even the air
touching skin
would become fire
to warm you
running water
to bathe you
until then
will remain
your unseen
Shadow
Written by AspergerPoet56
Go To Page
Mon, 22/02/2021
1320 AEDST
NP#56
rusting metal and the absorbing smell of decay
(part I)
...half caved in graves
for the weeds held up the ground
a worn pair of plinths
and fence a reddish brown
'ere nature's taken back
what took 'em all their lives
they may have established The town
yet no one truly survived
some epitaphs had fallen
on their own flat faces
mattered little here as no one
was looking for no traces
the mid-day sun stood over
a sideways turned half skull
the half broken grave
it's cover all but null
...
1320 AEDST
NP#56
rusting metal and the absorbing smell of decay
(part I)
...half caved in graves
for the weeds held up the ground
a worn pair of plinths
and fence a reddish brown
'ere nature's taken back
what took 'em all their lives
they may have established The town
yet no one truly survived
some epitaphs had fallen
on their own flat faces
mattered little here as no one
was looking for no traces
the mid-day sun stood over
a sideways turned half skull
the half broken grave
it's cover all but null
...
cold_fusion said:Mon, 22/02/2021
1320 AEDST
NP#56
rusting metal and the absorbing smell of decay
(part I)
...half caved in graves
for the weeds held up the ground
a worn pair of plinths
and fence a reddish brown
'ere nature's taken back
what took 'em all their lives
they may have established The town
yet no one truly survived
some epitaphs had fallen
on their own flat faces
mattered little here as no one
was looking for no traces
the mid-day sun stood over
a sideways turned half skull
the half broken grave
it's cover all but null
...
damn.
👏🏻 👏🏻 👏🏻 👏🏻 👏🏻
c'mon part 2...
(I'm impatient!)
1320 AEDST
NP#56
rusting metal and the absorbing smell of decay
(part I)
...half caved in graves
for the weeds held up the ground
a worn pair of plinths
and fence a reddish brown
'ere nature's taken back
what took 'em all their lives
they may have established The town
yet no one truly survived
some epitaphs had fallen
on their own flat faces
mattered little here as no one
was looking for no traces
the mid-day sun stood over
a sideways turned half skull
the half broken grave
it's cover all but null
...
damn.
👏🏻 👏🏻 👏🏻 👏🏻 👏🏻
c'mon part 2...
(I'm impatient!)
Hey! You sunk my battleship!
Sometimes my mind
and soul are in a constant game
of mental Battleship
(yeah, I'm an 80's kid...)
"E7 " soul says to mind...
"MISS! " mind says to soul...
and so it goes,
volleying back and forth
of repetitious possibilities
infused with a smidgen of blind strategy
all while evading being located...
it's gonna be a long 16+ weeks
#Nopoo
2/21/21
10:59pm EST
Sometimes my mind
and soul are in a constant game
of mental Battleship
(yeah, I'm an 80's kid...)
"E7 " soul says to mind...
"MISS! " mind says to soul...
and so it goes,
volleying back and forth
of repetitious possibilities
infused with a smidgen of blind strategy
all while evading being located...
it's gonna be a long 16+ weeks
#Nopoo
2/21/21
10:59pm EST