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Six Lines Ending In Anger

I am tired of being angry

For being angry

When it is justified to be angry

The people around me are angry

That I am angry

It makes me angry

-luka

#short poem #six lines ending in anger

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I was once told to never hold an injured animal, no matter how frightened

They bite

But for you I will let you sink your teeth in and claw me to pieces

If it meant that for a moment I may be able to cleanse your wounds

To hold you in my arms so that you may remember the world is warm

These men are monsters beyond the capability of recognition

Of the foam dripping from their teeth fearing the water that offers them salvation

They do not know what is best for them they hunt and hurt

Because that is what they are bred to do

If I could I would take the creature who broke your heart and strangle him in a snare

I would miss my mark and leave him on the forest floor bleeding

Staring at the sky and begging for the end would he even know why?

Does a wolf recognize how dangerous it is?

Or does it snarl and bite because that is all it knows to do?

Would it even understand why I would spare you when it would end your suffering?

Does it even understand why it is too quick to do so?

I could never allow these creatures to bite you again so I will strike first, I don’t care if that makes me a hypocrite

Let us be as dangerous as they are!

Remember that the wounds will heal and you will rise like a Phoenix

In flames and glory and so much more than broken

You are more than how he left you, and as long as I breathe

I will never let you forget that

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Pomegranate

It is said that six pomegranate seeds tied Persephone in suspension between life and death To spend half of the year walking barefoot in gardens and harvesting life and crop While the other half sitting on a throne of lost lives as she witnesses the wasting of souls  An honored guest amongst the living and the dead and the price paid was six seeds 

Perhaps I understand too well the desire to mingle with death, the draw of walking to the river styx and lay out a picnic blanket To look for the loves I’ve long since lost and stay a while, to eat, to talk, to enjoy a moment here I’ll lay out wine and cheese, chocolates, bread, cakes, whatever you like if I could watch scattered dreams pass us by 

I do not have to cross the river I just want her by my side 

I have torn into every pomegranate that’s been laid in front of me in hopes I could know Persephone’s fate I’ll let violet juice from my lips and fingertips as if I am a wild animal I will prove myself not just unwilling to live among the living

I will prove myself unworthy 

Persephone’s six seeds would have nothing on me I would eat six hundred if I could hold cold hands and feel warm  Hades, I swear, I’ll stay by your side I don’t need summer days, I don’t need green or fresh air to breathe I’ll eat a thousand pomegranates if it means my fingers will intwine and I’ll meet blue eyes and I’ll get to see her one more time I’ll picnic on the styx and do my damndest to keep the peace amongst the souls that were reaped  I swear that I can show them that the underworld isn’t so bad; I’ll plant gardens with Persephone  And now she won’t be sad 

I know it’s not my time and I know you think that I’m not ready; I know I am so young but gods, my heart is so heavy  I’ll set my picnic basket by the Styx and I’ll leave if you ask me but please let me be,  For just a few minutes let me be

I’ll break open the fruit, I’ll watch it bleed, and as I laugh by my loved ones again I’ll swallow another seed  If they start to fade I’ll swallow another seed  I’ll be Persephone’s other half, I’ll swallow another seed  You don’t have to ask me I’ll swallow another seed I’ll swallow another seed  HADES PLEASE

I’ll swallow another seed,

I’ll swallow another seed

I don’t need the Underworld to reject me… but my love has already left me  And when your life lays on the other side of the river You don’t want to leave -Luka Erausquin

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This is one of my favorite poems I’ve ever written and also one of the ones people don’t… tend to love. So I’m giving it some love.

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Throwback to a few months ago where I read my poem about being manipulated into the Mormon church to the memorial of Joseph Smith in Vermont.

Anyway fuck Joseph Smith.

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#poems on tumblr #some of my poetry #poetry #so this poem is called a love letter to nicotine and i wrote it last time i quit smoking #and i’m trying to quit again even tho i made that decision this morning and already fucked it up #my depression is really bad the past couple days and this is just #i am very melancholy lately #writers on tumblr

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Sunflowers used to be my favorites. I wanted their brightness to illuminate me like the moon reflects the sun. I liked that they are taller than I am, they’re a sun that I can walk into and get lost in. I love that brightness of the end of summer and the beginning of fall. Like: it’s okay, the lonely time is ending and it will be comfort season again soon. I love recieving sunflowers in bouquets; as if to receive it is to be told “I still see it. I still see the sun in you.”

Now my favorite flowers are hyacinths, they’re beautiful, but they are grief embodied. They were brought up from Apollo wanting to preserve Hyacinthus forever. They smell strong, they bloom short, and they die quickly. They’re much more humble than a lilac, though that’s what all my drawings of them are mistaken for. They are short, and sad, thriving at the end of winter and so rarely being a part of spring.