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Unredeemed
Vickie
Vickie
Poem Published
Yesterday 6:21am
Yesterday 6:21am
Weird Dream
Weird Dream:
There is a girl with long brown hair, in torn and tattered clothes. She is tall and thin and her skirt is flapping in the wind. It is cold and the girl is riding on an old ship in the ocean. The water is quiet and still with nothing in site for miles except for a rusty bridge to nowhere (it literally begans and ends in the water). She is completely alone and the ship is sinking as it floats to the narrow metal, bridge. I watch her as she climbs from the ship onto a small platform at the base of the bridge. She begins to pull what looks like luggage made of canvas off...
There is a girl with long brown hair, in torn and tattered clothes. She is tall and thin and her skirt is flapping in the wind. It is cold and the girl is riding on an old ship in the ocean. The water is quiet and still with nothing in site for miles except for a rusty bridge to nowhere (it literally begans and ends in the water). She is completely alone and the ship is sinking as it floats to the narrow metal, bridge. I watch her as she climbs from the ship onto a small platform at the base of the bridge. She begins to pull what looks like luggage made of canvas off...
#dreams
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Unredeemed
Vickie
Vickie
Poem Published
Yesterday 6:20am
Yesterday 6:20am
What hurts more?
There is a song I listen to from time to time. Its hook line says "can you tell me what hurts more, is it remembering or forgetting?"
I've thought about that question a lot lately. I don't know who wrote the song, or what they were remembering and forgetting but I understand the complexity of the question.
The pain of remembering is sharp, deep, and sudden. Old wounds can fillet open with just one thought, and I am back in a battle that I'm not sure I'll survive. As one thought leads to another, the dam breaks, and I begin to drown in the blood of invisible injuries that...
I've thought about that question a lot lately. I don't know who wrote the song, or what they were remembering and forgetting but I understand the complexity of the question.
The pain of remembering is sharp, deep, and sudden. Old wounds can fillet open with just one thought, and I am back in a battle that I'm not sure I'll survive. As one thought leads to another, the dam breaks, and I begin to drown in the blood of invisible injuries that...
#TruthOfLife
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Unredeemed
Vickie
Vickie
Poem Published
11th Nov 2019 2:17pm
11th Nov 2019 2:17pm
Justin Dakota Wright
What this loss feels like:
A punch in the gut, the kind that takes the wind out of you. A sate of confusion and disbelief. Moments of panic, and then complete dread. A whole day of avoiding conversations, and eye contact for fear of breaking down. Two sleepless nights and counting. A broken heart and a new reality.
What I took for granted:
That this could ever happen. The life of someone I love. Keepsakes and memories, I could have cherished forever. The smile and charm of a young man who had more potential then he ever knew.
Things I now regret: ...
A punch in the gut, the kind that takes the wind out of you. A sate of confusion and disbelief. Moments of panic, and then complete dread. A whole day of avoiding conversations, and eye contact for fear of breaking down. Two sleepless nights and counting. A broken heart and a new reality.
What I took for granted:
That this could ever happen. The life of someone I love. Keepsakes and memories, I could have cherished forever. The smile and charm of a young man who had more potential then he ever knew.
Things I now regret: ...
#heartbroken
#death
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sunsettown
Poem Published
3rd Nov 2019 8:13am
3rd Nov 2019 8:13am
is this it
the breadth between my chest and the edge of universe is not a far thing, but with this pain i have, i can’t seem to reach it. for some time i have thought of packing my life in a cardboard box, post it as far away as i could, still, i don’t have the address of where my soul is. it must be lost somewhere in-between, looking for that elusive place. i'm sure somewhere out there, in this immensity, infinity, there is one for me. not that i ask for much, just a little corner with a cabin in the middle of my heart and that sunlight, to warm my bones. well, this is the thing, im writing you this...
#SelfDiscovery
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Graceful
Poem Published
28th Oct 2019 4:31pm
28th Oct 2019 4:31pm
Mentor
It all started with a message
“can you mentor one more please?”
You not only said yes
But with open arms
Under your wings
Took in a total stranger
To groom, nurture and prune
Daily watering
This seed died not of thirst
Training the mind so
There won’t be death at your feet
A times, not convenient
For you’ve got
Commitments and family
Looking up to you
Your life to live and writes to pen down
Yet, you chose to water a seed
In another continent
Struggling to grow
This seed is...
“can you mentor one more please?”
You not only said yes
But with open arms
Under your wings
Took in a total stranger
To groom, nurture and prune
Daily watering
This seed died not of thirst
Training the mind so
There won’t be death at your feet
A times, not convenient
For you’ve got
Commitments and family
Looking up to you
Your life to live and writes to pen down
Yet, you chose to water a seed
In another continent
Struggling to grow
This seed is...
#birth
#birthday
#anniversary
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Lozzamus
Poem Published
26th Oct 2019 11:56pm
26th Oct 2019 11:56pm
Rejoicing In The Law, Manchester, UK
Aged ten. My favourite Jewish Festival was Simchos Torah (Rejoicing in the Law). It fell in the autumn, along with Yom Kippur and the Jewish New Year. As the title suggested, it was one of the more joyous festivals of the Jewish cycle, spread over an evening and morning, with a small party at the conclusion of the evening celebrations and an even bigger one in the morning.
That year, we drove to the synagogue from our home near the Pennines in Lancashire, parking at the top of the street to avoid upsetting the rabbi and the more observant members of the congregation.
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That year, we drove to the synagogue from our home near the Pennines in Lancashire, parking at the top of the street to avoid upsetting the rabbi and the more observant members of the congregation.
...
#childhood
#religion
#memories #nostalgia
#memories #nostalgia
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Lozzamus
Poem Published
25th Oct 2019 11:39pm
25th Oct 2019 11:39pm
The Little Shul in Manchester, UK
Aged five. The Sabbath.
In the morning, we took a walk to the synagogue in Cheetham Hill The Little Shul, as we referred to it. We lived in a three-bedroom terrace house in Sedgley Road, about two miles from the centre of Manchester.
The houses surrounding the one in Sedgley Road had privet hedges out by the fronts, along with the damp look common to properties in the north of England. A few minutes away stood a huge Catholic Church on the main road.
This building for whatever reason would conjure up images in my mind of fried cashew nuts...
In the morning, we took a walk to the synagogue in Cheetham Hill The Little Shul, as we referred to it. We lived in a three-bedroom terrace house in Sedgley Road, about two miles from the centre of Manchester.
The houses surrounding the one in Sedgley Road had privet hedges out by the fronts, along with the damp look common to properties in the north of England. A few minutes away stood a huge Catholic Church on the main road.
This building for whatever reason would conjure up images in my mind of fried cashew nuts...
#childhood
#religion
#nostalgia #separation
#nostalgia #separation
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Lothbrok
Poem Published
24th Oct 2019 1:47pm
24th Oct 2019 1:47pm
The World Began Twisting
What beauty we onced had, has become a twisted display of what faithlessness can perpetually do.
The faith in humanity, the good company of a beautiful mind has become scarce, I often roam around the confines of society hoping to find a candle flaring, but the dim flickers as appealing as they can be, often, barely keep what dark times we've enveloped, away.
How easily we make ourselves up with trends, groups and titles, but what we find in companionship within our own closed perception. Being a part of something with others doesn't always mean you're not alone. Radicalization...
The faith in humanity, the good company of a beautiful mind has become scarce, I often roam around the confines of society hoping to find a candle flaring, but the dim flickers as appealing as they can be, often, barely keep what dark times we've enveloped, away.
How easily we make ourselves up with trends, groups and titles, but what we find in companionship within our own closed perception. Being a part of something with others doesn't always mean you're not alone. Radicalization...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
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Darrow
Poem Published
16th Oct 2019 11:02pm
16th Oct 2019 11:02pm
Paradise
You ever walk outside in autumn, the day after it rains, and the smell of petrichor taints the leaves. The scent of autumn as the new harsh wind brushes across your skin. You’re walking down the street without your glasses so everything looks blurry, but you don’t care because the world looks beautiful here. In this state where a golden haze sets the scene, and you look around and see the trees, whose names you have no idea of, gazing upon their brilliant leaves of orange and yellow, in complete wonder. Where you are nowhere else except here, walking, breathing, thinking. Your consciousness...
#universe
#LifeAsAWriter
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thewatcher33
Poem Published
9th Oct 2019 4:24pm
9th Oct 2019 4:24pm
Playing Games
#erotic
#sexy
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wizkatfood
Poem Published
6th Oct 2019 1:44am
6th Oct 2019 1:44am
...thoughts whilst procrasti-hating
Sometimes you wish unconsciously that someone--anyone--was there for you at some moments, you know?
Even, the worst of the people that you used to know.
But,
In the back of your mind you always knew that if they were there with you,
They wouldn't do much other than stare at you like you're untouchable,
When all you want is for them to touch you.
You want them to hold your hand and tangle their long fingers with yours,
You want them to say your name, and smile gratefully as they say it over and over...
Even, the worst of the people that you used to know.
But,
In the back of your mind you always knew that if they were there with you,
They wouldn't do much other than stare at you like you're untouchable,
When all you want is for them to touch you.
You want them to hold your hand and tangle their long fingers with yours,
You want them to say your name, and smile gratefully as they say it over and over...
#confessional
#shame
#emotional
36 reads
1 Comment
longsoftkiss
LSK
LSK
Poem Published
2nd Oct 2019 6:20pm
2nd Oct 2019 6:20pm
Summer's Gone
Did I ever tell you the story of how Summer and I broke up?
Well, here it is then...
So, when I woke up that cloudy morning, Summer's bags were packed.
I asked, "Where you going Summer?"
"I'm leaving you. I'm taking all my things too,
The Sun,
The Sunsets,
The Heat,
The long days,
All of it."
"I see." I replied. "But why?"
"I'm done here, I'm done with you!"
"But, I need you."
"Our time together has come to an end, I hope someday you will understand.
You've changed - I saw you...
Well, here it is then...
So, when I woke up that cloudy morning, Summer's bags were packed.
I asked, "Where you going Summer?"
"I'm leaving you. I'm taking all my things too,
The Sun,
The Sunsets,
The Heat,
The long days,
All of it."
"I see." I replied. "But why?"
"I'm done here, I'm done with you!"
"But, I need you."
"Our time together has come to an end, I hope someday you will understand.
You've changed - I saw you...
#relationships
#breakup
#summer
#MovingOn
#acceptance
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