Submissions by bluethoughts
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
DARK POEM
Published
29th Nov 2023 3:14pm
29th Nov 2023 3:14pm
For you
For you
I dispel the pain you give
and discard it in the trash
I take the sensitivity of touch from my skin off
and cover it evenly over your numbed expectations
I unhook my voice from the vibrations
in my vocal folds
and fashion a knife from it
I disembowel the trepidations
in my gut feeling of you
I spill my guts out
for you
look how pretty my secrets
and confessions look
dissolving in the truth
like rust in acids
I strip down to the bare bone
set my soul to flames ...
I dispel the pain you give
and discard it in the trash
I take the sensitivity of touch from my skin off
and cover it evenly over your numbed expectations
I unhook my voice from the vibrations
in my vocal folds
and fashion a knife from it
I disembowel the trepidations
in my gut feeling of you
I spill my guts out
for you
look how pretty my secrets
and confessions look
dissolving in the truth
like rust in acids
I strip down to the bare bone
set my soul to flames ...
#marriage
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
7th Feb 2022 6:49pm
7th Feb 2022 6:49pm
The Sign Reads
The sign on my garden reads "withering"
As I lay decaying,
in a long diminished soil that spurns the wind,
and shuns the sun,
I dream a plants dream.
One where I am flourishing,
and bare many a fruit.
Complete with a Gardner that waters my every leaf.
The sweat off his brow sparkles in the high noon,
as he places me in soil enriched with life and abundance.
his gardening tools are handsome
and fixated on tending to my needs.
They speak to me, listen,
they get to the root of my issue.
Planting...
As I lay decaying,
in a long diminished soil that spurns the wind,
and shuns the sun,
I dream a plants dream.
One where I am flourishing,
and bare many a fruit.
Complete with a Gardner that waters my every leaf.
The sweat off his brow sparkles in the high noon,
as he places me in soil enriched with life and abundance.
his gardening tools are handsome
and fixated on tending to my needs.
They speak to me, listen,
they get to the root of my issue.
Planting...
#hope
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
7th Feb 2022 5:02pm
7th Feb 2022 5:02pm
Morning Routine
I picked a symphony,
and tied it to the morning.
I love the mosaic sounds of Bruckners no.7,
orchestrating my senses to color up the grey scaled,
mundane ritual of mornings.
I took the first glints of sun rays at daybreak,
and grinded them into a cup of dew and sunshine.
I drank a beautiful morning,
and had a sunrise streaming through my veins.
I took a bottle of perspective,
fashioned from all the hugs and kisses that decorate the memories of my childhood.
I opened it up,
and poured it into my soul. ...
and tied it to the morning.
I love the mosaic sounds of Bruckners no.7,
orchestrating my senses to color up the grey scaled,
mundane ritual of mornings.
I took the first glints of sun rays at daybreak,
and grinded them into a cup of dew and sunshine.
I drank a beautiful morning,
and had a sunrise streaming through my veins.
I took a bottle of perspective,
fashioned from all the hugs and kisses that decorate the memories of my childhood.
I opened it up,
and poured it into my soul. ...
#beauty
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Jan 2022 5:10pm
26th Jan 2022 5:10pm
In memory of word
I am the obsolete description
that once shaped thoughts,
but now transmute into anxieties.
My presence on your lips,
is an afront to the subjective reality,
Hovering in confusion.
I am Speech.
I am fractured and fickle,
more and more these days.
I am brother to the book,
the infrastructure of song,
a distant aquitance,
to those ignorant of my designed archetype
to truth.
Suspended indefinitely
from the irrational
the emotional
for my empirical offenses.
Voided and...
that once shaped thoughts,
but now transmute into anxieties.
My presence on your lips,
is an afront to the subjective reality,
Hovering in confusion.
I am Speech.
I am fractured and fickle,
more and more these days.
I am brother to the book,
the infrastructure of song,
a distant aquitance,
to those ignorant of my designed archetype
to truth.
Suspended indefinitely
from the irrational
the emotional
for my empirical offenses.
Voided and...
#TruthOfLife
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
1st Nov 2017 1:34pm
1st Nov 2017 1:34pm
Sleep awaits
May the moon beacon
the night so sleep finds you
before early glints of day
break through the spells of slumber
May your dreams
secure you from
the insanity of insomnia
keep you calm in
a state of dormancy
as you float back to the
surface of consciousness
May you rise amongst
the the new day as a being
triumphant in the twilight
shining like the beauty
of the day does
the night so sleep finds you
before early glints of day
break through the spells of slumber
May your dreams
secure you from
the insanity of insomnia
keep you calm in
a state of dormancy
as you float back to the
surface of consciousness
May you rise amongst
the the new day as a being
triumphant in the twilight
shining like the beauty
of the day does
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