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Mars_August
Mars August
Mars August
Poem Published
8th Dec 2024 00:22am
8th Dec 2024 00:22am
Why Do Recovering Alcoholics Love Diet Coke?
Mariah brings me carrots, and pasta, and money for thirty diet cokes, if I want.
She hugs me in her orange puffer coat, because she knows I have been scream crying
and bargaining with the universe, again. She’s been doing the same.
She grips me tightly and I cling to her, and we cast a spell that makes the five pm winter darkness
feel less like a life sentence.
Boys said they loved us and left. And that is the familiar knife we keep turning inside ourselves.
We give every twist a new name, but the hole looks the same.
I tell her that I hope they can...
She hugs me in her orange puffer coat, because she knows I have been scream crying
and bargaining with the universe, again. She’s been doing the same.
She grips me tightly and I cling to her, and we cast a spell that makes the five pm winter darkness
feel less like a life sentence.
Boys said they loved us and left. And that is the familiar knife we keep turning inside ourselves.
We give every twist a new name, but the hole looks the same.
I tell her that I hope they can...
#BestFriend
#friendship
#healing
#heartbroken
#prose
67 reads
2 Comments
tasia_arlene
Tasia Arlene
Tasia Arlene
Poem Published
26th Nov 2024 2:35am
26th Nov 2024 2:35am
Slow Burn
Burning holes
In every photo
And sweater that still smells like you
Leaving behind only ashes and the smell of cigarettes on my finger tips
That pick at my cracked lips
As I watch them ignite the final glimpse of you
Ocean eyes reflecting orange flames
Gripping every last page that wrote the years entangled in memories and growth
And always ended between unwashed sheets
That still smelled like her
A feeling so familiar, yet so far away
With arms around you
Skin to skin
But seeming oceans away
Where I was left...
In every photo
And sweater that still smells like you
Leaving behind only ashes and the smell of cigarettes on my finger tips
That pick at my cracked lips
As I watch them ignite the final glimpse of you
Ocean eyes reflecting orange flames
Gripping every last page that wrote the years entangled in memories and growth
And always ended between unwashed sheets
That still smelled like her
A feeling so familiar, yet so far away
With arms around you
Skin to skin
But seeming oceans away
Where I was left...
#emotional
#grief
#hurt
#love
#prose
73 reads
2 Comments
Countrygirl96
Poem Published
26th Jul 2024 7:31pm
26th Jul 2024 7:31pm
Thorns of Memory
#fear
#hurt
#prose #ShortStory
#prose #ShortStory
82 reads
2 Comments
Rew
Poem Published
20th Jul 2024 3:17pm
20th Jul 2024 3:17pm
Just curious
So I keyed in -
" The evil trump has done ". ai provided ALL the rest
Based on the search results, here are some instances where Trump’s
actions, words, or policies have been described as “evil” or exhibiting
harmful, intolerant, and divisive behavior:
Fostering a culture of intolerance and prejudice: Trump supporters’ emails
and statements showcased a deep-seated fear and dislike of people of color,
immigrants, and those perceived as “other.”
This rhetoric has been linked to a rise in hate crimes and discrimination. ...
" The evil trump has done ". ai provided ALL the rest
Based on the search results, here are some instances where Trump’s
actions, words, or policies have been described as “evil” or exhibiting
harmful, intolerant, and divisive behavior:
Fostering a culture of intolerance and prejudice: Trump supporters’ emails
and statements showcased a deep-seated fear and dislike of people of color,
immigrants, and those perceived as “other.”
This rhetoric has been linked to a rise in hate crimes and discrimination. ...
#corruption
#HumanRights
#politics #prose
#politics #prose
102 reads
4 Comments
tasia_arlene
Tasia Arlene
Tasia Arlene
Poem Published
4th Jun 2024 3:35am
4th Jun 2024 3:35am
i found the moon
Endless, illuminating visions
Of the stranger that emanates a lavender hue.
Searching every shade, just trying to find you.
Under neon light and crying skies-
It began to intensify.
And to my surprise,
It wasn’t my purple where you reside.
It was me.
And it’s always been you.
Melting my passion and reds,
Into your soft and gentle blues.
Meeting each other’s skin to create a...
Of the stranger that emanates a lavender hue.
Searching every shade, just trying to find you.
Under neon light and crying skies-
It began to intensify.
And to my surprise,
It wasn’t my purple where you reside.
It was me.
And it’s always been you.
Melting my passion and reds,
Into your soft and gentle blues.
Meeting each other’s skin to create a...
#emotions
#hope
#love
#prose
#romantic
328 reads
3 Comments
Rew
Poem Published
30th May 2024 10:29pm
30th May 2024 10:29pm
Trumpeting? Nah, not me,
trump found guilty
on all 34 counts.
That will do for me.
on all 34 counts.
That will do for me.
#prose
97 reads
6 Comments
tasia_arlene
Tasia Arlene
Tasia Arlene
Poem Published
29th May 2024 5:47am
29th May 2024 5:47am
~ hypervigilance ~
I wish someone would have told me that the effortless ability to indulge every fiber of my being into all of those that came my way- would leave me cauterizing my surging wounds.
I wonder if I still would have chosen to be the same temporary home.
Or to love I would have become immune.
Or if I would have chosen to tear the flesh off of the first person who did me wrong with bear hands and wear it over my skin.
Or if I would have so carefully sliced into their chest to grip their rotting heart.
While I watched the blood run down my...
I wonder if I still would have chosen to be the same temporary home.
Or to love I would have become immune.
Or if I would have chosen to tear the flesh off of the first person who did me wrong with bear hands and wear it over my skin.
Or if I would have so carefully sliced into their chest to grip their rotting heart.
While I watched the blood run down my...
#dark
#love
#narrative
#prose
#shadows
170 reads
1 Comment
toniscales
Lost Girl
Lost Girl
Poem Published
14th May 2024 4:10am
14th May 2024 4:10am
Ivy
Yearning is inherited. We buy Hershey bars and street maps, sticky fingers tracing the roads between us. Collect bottle tops and unicorn stickers. How the scientists say we never really touch. Something about electrons and porcelain shoes. Mother always tossing her hair and looking away. Troubling us with her sad stories of Mercurochrome and cocktail rings. We take super eights down to the lake. You film me in my bra, the look in my eyes daring you to harm me. Our lovely drownings as we try to swallow the stars. The livid-red coals of our cigarettes like fireflies in the night.
#prose
146 reads
1 Comment
mantisdeer
Cait
Cait
Poem Published
3rd May 2024 4:25pm
3rd May 2024 4:25pm
Of All I Can Never Have
#crush
#lust
#passion
#prose
#sex
226 reads
13 Comments
Rew
Poem Published
19th Apr 2024 8:58pm
19th Apr 2024 8:58pm
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I've no opinion until I've poemed one out...
#prose
122 reads
0 Comments
Connotation
Poem Published
18th Apr 2024 00:30am
18th Apr 2024 00:30am
Crazy Love
Reading between the lines, she was out in left field and off the deep end,
grasping at straws to drink of a glass half empty.
grasping at straws to drink of a glass half empty.
#love
#metaphor
#morality
#philosophical
#prose
183 reads
2 Comments
Connotation
Poem Published
9th Apr 2024 11:28pm
9th Apr 2024 11:28pm
Call of Idols
Skies transpose
To the reason
Blowing wind
Vicarious now
Traverse cast
From the body
Uncertain when
Spiraling near
Presumed matter
Why the spatial
Currents direct
Physical allusion
Above hills
Call of idols
Into valleys
Moonlit nigh
Language universal
Down the slopes
Folds echo
Present thickening
...
To the reason
Blowing wind
Vicarious now
Traverse cast
From the body
Uncertain when
Spiraling near
Presumed matter
Why the spatial
Currents direct
Physical allusion
Above hills
Call of idols
Into valleys
Moonlit nigh
Language universal
Down the slopes
Folds echo
Present thickening
...
#universe
#prose
#humankind
#metaphor
#morality
121 reads
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