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ElusiveSleepfall
MatthewZ
MatthewZ
Poem Published
8th Mar 2019 11:41pm
8th Mar 2019 11:41pm
Poetry Lessons, By Matthew and Sky. (Oh God!).
Hi Kids,
When Skylander asked me if I could help her with a poem last week, I thought this girl's either crazy, or insane. Come to find out she's a little of both. (But she's also a wicked incredible girl, but don't tell her that, she'll get a big head). Anyway, we thought 'hmmm, we have such a preponderance of poetic power(eliteration, or something like that), that perhaps we should write something together to expose ourselves, and pass this knowledge onto other aspiring poets who don't possess such knowledge, or perhaps have had that knowledge re-possessed by the Federal Government...
When Skylander asked me if I could help her with a poem last week, I thought this girl's either crazy, or insane. Come to find out she's a little of both. (But she's also a wicked incredible girl, but don't tell her that, she'll get a big head). Anyway, we thought 'hmmm, we have such a preponderance of poetic power(eliteration, or something like that), that perhaps we should write something together to expose ourselves, and pass this knowledge onto other aspiring poets who don't possess such knowledge, or perhaps have had that knowledge re-possessed by the Federal Government...
#erotic
#MentalHealth
#threesome
#steampunk
#werewolves
92 reads
45 Comments
HowlingWhelms
Noire
Noire
Poem Published
3rd Mar 2019 3:35am
3rd Mar 2019 3:35am
exhaustion..
i know it’s deafening but the
sign says: Do not disturb,
there's just not enough
strength inside to shuffle the
letters
candle light surrounds like
a blanket - holding a present
transpierced me
i will emerge but not tonight,
not in this moment, anytime
soon - a gram of nausea
added
'if I am what is measured
and found to be, then i am a
world away...
sign says: Do not disturb,
there's just not enough
strength inside to shuffle the
letters
candle light surrounds like
a blanket - holding a present
transpierced me
i will emerge but not tonight,
not in this moment, anytime
soon - a gram of nausea
added
'if I am what is measured
and found to be, then i am a
world away...
#anxiety
#dark
#LifeStruggles #metaphor
#LifeStruggles #metaphor
164 reads
cold_fusion
Poem Published
26th Feb 2019 1:04pm
26th Feb 2019 1:04pm
dee you
as far as the associations go
sanctum sanctorum.
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evokes, stokes, prods
those with imagination
to a place
where there is absolute peace
calm
the place they leave everything
and everyone behind
and all that is left
is them
and their spiritual self
imagine a place
with same effect
a sanctuary
a shelter(with no guarantee of safeties on the door)
just the trust
and the company
of seekers
here you feel
free...
sanctum sanctorum.
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evokes, stokes, prods
those with imagination
to a place
where there is absolute peace
calm
the place they leave everything
and everyone behind
and all that is left
is them
and their spiritual self
imagine a place
with same effect
a sanctuary
a shelter(with no guarantee of safeties on the door)
just the trust
and the company
of seekers
here you feel
free...
#honesty
#SelfReflection
#freedom
#support
#escape
119 reads
9 Comments
HowlingWhelms
Noire
Noire
Poem Published
10th Mar 2019 7:32am
10th Mar 2019 7:32am
poetry is always in the details.. .
sometimes, she dances outside
of her skin as if she knows she carries
the plasma of illusion ..such (beauty)
remains ungrammatical, and
unstructured
she oft sits and have a cup of tea with
me.-a magnolia of sighs bloom within
-im in awe as i listen as if an exchange
for knowledge, it is what brings us to
a degree of peaceful terms of painful
possibilities
i converse with those unseen in the
aether...
of her skin as if she knows she carries
the plasma of illusion ..such (beauty)
remains ungrammatical, and
unstructured
she oft sits and have a cup of tea with
me.-a magnolia of sighs bloom within
-im in awe as i listen as if an exchange
for knowledge, it is what brings us to
a degree of peaceful terms of painful
possibilities
i converse with those unseen in the
aether...
#love
#strength
#children
#heartbroken
#admiration
117 reads
HowlingWhelms
Noire
Noire
Poem Published
11th Mar 2019 11:56am
11th Mar 2019 11:56am
Amended: as nakedness of what is loses itself into nights and days.
Its strange to suddenly notice things
how their undying intensity turns into
a ménage of something else- as if
carriers of an indecipherable rawness
quite literally, if you can understand
the feeling of language...
i am the other one with no definition,
guided by your one through eight
senses -indescribable -
how you strip love from your skin to
suffuse it within my own
‘then, there stands life, ...
how their undying intensity turns into
a ménage of something else- as if
carriers of an indecipherable rawness
quite literally, if you can understand
the feeling of language...
i am the other one with no definition,
guided by your one through eight
senses -indescribable -
how you strip love from your skin to
suffuse it within my own
‘then, there stands life, ...
#love
#erotic
#TimeHeals
#respect
#sensual
138 reads
Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
jade tiger
Poem Published
10th Mar 2019 12:24pm
10th Mar 2019 12:24pm
I’m Gonna Confess
Geoff, I’m gonna confess something to you right here and now, so don’t blame me, but congratulate yourself. I mean that in the best possible way. You know I don’t hold back, you know I haven’t believed in a woman deliberately trying to be mysterious since before you and I met. Like it’s a religion or a cult. And it all turns yeasty like false news because the mystery goes stale after it’s kept shelved and unused for so long, the cow herself forgets, and her milk dries up. But that’s not all that evaporates...
Yeah no I’m okay. You know how I get, and I always...
Yeah no I’m okay. You know how I get, and I always...
#love
#lover
#LifeAsAWriter #LongDistanceRelationship
#LifeAsAWriter #LongDistanceRelationship
99 reads
17 Comments
Ahavati
Poem Published
18th Feb 2019 00:15am
18th Feb 2019 00:15am
Anal Cabal
Prince Nala lie back
on an abaca hammock
enjoying fresh bacca
and masala under a gossamer
cabana aside the Ganges River—
natural light seeping
through its beautiful weave—
acacia-branched shadows
moving as smoke atop the fabric.
As servants tended blains
upon the soles of his feet,
he supped while contemplating
penning an alcaic verse
for his Princess Damayanti
( having been chosen
as her wedded husband
so many years ago...
on an abaca hammock
enjoying fresh bacca
and masala under a gossamer
cabana aside the Ganges River—
natural light seeping
through its beautiful weave—
acacia-branched shadows
moving as smoke atop the fabric.
As servants tended blains
upon the soles of his feet,
he supped while contemplating
penning an alcaic verse
for his Princess Damayanti
( having been chosen
as her wedded husband
so many years ago...
#love
#alcohol
#historical
#philosophical
#morality
216 reads
23 Comments
Poetikmind
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Poem Published
14th Mar 2019 00:57am
14th Mar 2019 00:57am
“Delilah”
Can’t hope to comprehend
Not about to try n’ pretend
Why...? Why douse her light?
Dear God, it don’t feel right
I pray for her mom n’ family
Such a beautiful child, a gift to
all...She fulfilled HER destiny
Yet, gone far too soon for me...
Delilah, for the family, a shinin’ star
Now, in the company of angels I’m told
I guess the wonder, I’ll always hold
As night falls, you’ll be shining brightest by far....
R.I.P... my beautiful lil niece...
Not about to try n’ pretend
Why...? Why douse her light?
Dear God, it don’t feel right
I pray for her mom n’ family
Such a beautiful child, a gift to
all...She fulfilled HER destiny
Yet, gone far too soon for me...
Delilah, for the family, a shinin’ star
Now, in the company of angels I’m told
I guess the wonder, I’ll always hold
As night falls, you’ll be shining brightest by far....
R.I.P... my beautiful lil niece...
#birth
#childhood
#death #LifeCycle
#death #LifeCycle
69 reads
12 Comments
Tallen
Poem Published
16th Mar 2019 11:47pm
16th Mar 2019 11:47pm
Scuttles
. . strolling through a concrete jungle
of no particular latitude or longitude
kicking empty cans that should have
been recycled a long long time ago
I guess
It was inevitable
I stumbled.
Falling into somebody’s worn out
Sandbox, I came across several
rusted out buckets.
These buckets were filled with dreams.
Left behind in haste
to escape
a decline of suburban rote living ----
would be my first thoughts. . .
impressions.
Why do we leave our dreams
Behind?
Is it because we are...
of no particular latitude or longitude
kicking empty cans that should have
been recycled a long long time ago
I guess
It was inevitable
I stumbled.
Falling into somebody’s worn out
Sandbox, I came across several
rusted out buckets.
These buckets were filled with dreams.
Left behind in haste
to escape
a decline of suburban rote living ----
would be my first thoughts. . .
impressions.
Why do we leave our dreams
Behind?
Is it because we are...
#dreams
#LifeStruggles
52 reads
12 Comments
Ragnar
Poem Published
16th Mar 2019 1:11pm
16th Mar 2019 1:11pm
Chasm
There is a sadistically vicious pain pounding in my chest.
An ache that hurts so much, it is to the point that I cannot swallow.
Why won’t you listen?
Why are you choosing to go down this road?
Why do I care so much that your naive and blind choices are becoming my pain?
Why do you care so little to watch me stifle my rage to the point of suffering, so that I do not day or do something I will later regret, while you selfishly do so much that someday, you will regret.
How do you not see that what you are doing is driving a wedge the size of the Grand Canyon...
An ache that hurts so much, it is to the point that I cannot swallow.
Why won’t you listen?
Why are you choosing to go down this road?
Why do I care so much that your naive and blind choices are becoming my pain?
Why do you care so little to watch me stifle my rage to the point of suffering, so that I do not day or do something I will later regret, while you selfishly do so much that someday, you will regret.
How do you not see that what you are doing is driving a wedge the size of the Grand Canyon...
#relationships
#conflict
#confusion #hurt
#confusion #hurt
51 reads
16 Comments
Umm
Poem Published
8th Feb 2019 9:54pm
8th Feb 2019 9:54pm
2/08/2019
(you said i was a gift, the universe owed you one)
cover my eyes with daisies,
make me feel like i'm choking on daffodils
say thank you; you may have her back now
cover my eyes with daisies,
make me feel like i'm choking on daffodils
say thank you; you may have her back now
#love
237 reads
28 Comments
MonicaT
Poem Published
12th Mar 2019 8:57pm
12th Mar 2019 8:57pm
ramblings
Imagine the whole universe a conscious entity that is fully aware of itself, just as you are aware of your-self. That entity is looking out though all these eyes that are me and you. That is just what it does.
Now, the fact that you feel there is a definite separate 'you', keeps you separate and therefore, in delusion.
When in fact, all there is, is a single awareness experiencing itself in infinite modalities.
When 'i' disappear, mind disappears, and reality remains bare, luminous and perfect.
Now, the fact that you feel there is a definite separate 'you', keeps you separate and therefore, in delusion.
When in fact, all there is, is a single awareness experiencing itself in infinite modalities.
When 'i' disappear, mind disappears, and reality remains bare, luminous and perfect.
#spiritual
32 reads
6 Comments
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