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slowfalter · 1 month

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Like hair to lip gloss

In window wind

Like thighs to leather seats

In the break down

The hottest day of summer so far

We’re stuck together

In the grey middle

Crusts cut off

And I don’t understand anything

But if I did

I’d paint you a field of rose perfume

I’d get up and go to the shop

To get milk for your coffee

But I didn’t

It’s the same day again

Back pain Tuesday

You’re in the driveway, long after you return

I can hear your car radio

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slowfalter · 3 months

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The clouds are so close by today

Summer plums, half baked already

on their boughs

are begging to drip into our mouths

but the wind has lost its chime

today

All my teeth are trying to scream

I’m the dusty plastic plant

that you’re tired of watering

Look

Look at me like I can still breathe

Touch me as if I’m warm

Hold me as if I might be going somewhere,

someday

I want you to look at me

like that rare bird, who by chance, happened upon our hedge

that day

by chance I came across your face

in a crowd and it sang to me

at a frequency only I could hear

You

pluck my nerves like a harp

Let me shiver you

like the clouds when they’re so close

that we’re in them and you say

Look

Look at the clouds

there’s one shaped like you

as if you were a painting

by one of the old masters

Look

Look at you drifting

so beautifully away

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slowfalter · 4 months

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Dinner at the old house

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Frightened hands

Eating quiet words

Folded in between

Layers of butter and thickly

In looks across the table

Wide as night

Your breath through my hair like

You’re gorging your lungs out

I’m so big you can’t see me

Shrinking

Oh tell me how to look

As small as I feel oh god

Help me

I’ve fallen out of love with the sky

Forever

Taking cover

Never knowing when I’ll be pressed

Like a flower between pages

Under such heavy words

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slowfalter · 4 months

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1. A poem that tends to pop into your mind

Mushrooms, Sylvia Plath

2. One line in a song

“And an astronaut could've seen the hunger in my eyes from space”

- Woke Up New, the Mountain Goats

3. One line in a movie

“I can’t help it if I know what I like and I know that I like tomato”

- Harriet the Spy

4. A word you'll avoid for fear of over-usage

God - often appears in my poems only to be edited out. I’m not religious so I suppose I avoid using this word even though it frequently enters my mind.

5. One word that is you, metaphorically (no explanation)

Faultline

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slowfalter · 4 months

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Rain falls hard through the ceiling

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Soon you’ll be living

In the house right next to mine

And when I borrow a cup of sugar

You’ll say you love me for all time

Your cats will be cautiously fond of me

Like a father

I’ll feed them all the fish I catch

Soon I’ll be learning fishing

Soon I’ll be self sufficient

I’m knitting my own crossbow

And pickling my own poetry

And whittling my own company

So some day I can live in a cabin in the trees

But I will never do it

I know you like the finer things in life

Like electricity

And running water

And I like the finer things in life

Like you and me

Together

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slowfalter · 4 months

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The apples glint enticingly, knowingly,

knowing that they few of perfect size

and unblemished exterior were selected for display and my heart aches so loudly in the cheese section

that a business man asks if I need any help or any food and god bless me

I am trying to decide what dish to cook,

the one that will bring you home and keep you there

but nothing profound happens in the supermarket

and window dressing your wares

waiting to be plucked

by somebody who’ll say

Who can say about the future?

Isn’t really living is it?

Setting your life like a scene

and waiting for characters to populate it.

That’s no way to spend Christmas

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slowfalter · 4 months

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Solar system stickers on the ceiling

to remind us of our limitless potential

from the safety of our beds.

Infinite freedom,

tucked in tight

with crushing expectation.

You could be an astronaut.

You could be a poet.

Anyone can write a poem,

all you have to do

is take all that is most achingly beautiful,

vastly small,

and terrifyingly true,

and make it about you.

A poet is a black hole

with a heart of densest everything,

supermassive in your chest,

crushed like a can.

I want to grasp the universe

and paint with it a discount shadow.

I’ll take the Milky Way.

It’s the only way.

Poetry is the edge of space

and I’m a billionaire

in a private shuttle,

expelling carbon faster than the speed of light.

It’s the impatient toe tapping of the nuclear apocalypse,

it’s the heat death of your parents’ marriage,

it’s when you want to eat the clouds,

don’t force it.

Poetry is having a boner for the world

and then crying about it.

It’s that trickle down your body

when you’re getting kissed

or hope is draining out,

for one last time.

For the last time,

don’t forget that

you have a galaxy inside of you,

nobody can see.

You could be an astronaut,

metaphorically speaking,

you have limitless potential,

anyone can write poetry.

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slowfalter · 5 months

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Build a successful morning routine

Take one yoga mat

Add dog hair

Make time for cold sweats

Existential dread for forty five minutes

Fresh coffee at fifteen minute intervals

That chest pain is probably gas

Maybe you just need a break

Or one of those miniature fridges for your make up

Then try to get dressed without looking in the mirror

It’s ok if you don’t recognise your own body

Maybe nobody does

Seek validation online

Are you a real person? Ten ways to tell

Where are your fucking keys this time

Get all generational trauma processed before lunch with parents on Sunday

Write down five things you are grateful for and then burn them

Ceremoniously

Misplace your organizer

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slowfalter · 5 months

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I’m nothing if not your problem

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If you didn’t want to be worshipped

You shouldn’t have come when I prayed

You shouldn’t have appeared to me

In pink back light

Your face reflected like an omen

Like a sigh

Like a sign of better days to come

In a puddle of leaking dishwasher water

In the nightclub

If you didn’t want to see me on my knees

You should have chosen a form

Less appealing

To my every waking dream

Your hair shouldn’t curl my toes like that

Try to smile less like the sunlight on a spring morning

If it’s too much to bear

If I see too much in you

You probably should not have

Gone and existed like that

What a thing to do

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slowfalter · 5 months

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You’re into astrology

But never look at the night sky

I can only handle so much vastness

You said

That night we tried to sneak into the swimming pool

But couldn’t scale the fence in the dark

Tried to sleep amongst the oak leaves

Met some boys in the bike park

You had sex with one of them

In a pop-up sun tent

While I talked to your sister’s friend

A newly minted bisexual

She flirted with me

Just to prove that she could

You said

Your mother is a Scorpio

She’d defend you to the death

But she doesn’t really like you

And I don’t know if I believe this shit

But it gives me something to talk about

These days

When I’m light years away

Orbiting long frozen bodies

$20 drink in hand

And I’m wishing I was back in the park with you

Having a shit time for free

On the night before the sunrise

That makes everything worthwhile

Nights of November Poetry Contest

hello all, it is another month, with another prompt:

night

you may write a poem of any length, of any style, but it must have something to do with the nighttime.

any and all are welcome to enter, just reblog this with your poem. the winner will be announced on December 1st.

good luck, and pleasant nights

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slowfalter · 5 months

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slowfalter · 6 months

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Learn to identify your feelings, then you can name them, then you can kill them

In order to answer the question

Of what it is I am dreading

We first must establish

What is meant by the term dread

Seeping in nature

You don’t realise you’re numb

Until you’re dripping down your front

And the bottom has fallen out of your self concept

You really should have reinforced it

A cold but transitory state

I am not built for sterility

I am conscious of the pasta sauce on my shirt

The dirt under my skin

Prickling until it bursts

Common characteristics are

Waking up reluctantly

Like you kicked off the blanket

Accidentally

Waking up reluctant

Play acting civilities

Miming your errands

While the incessant fizzing

Rebuilds you from inside

Gradually

But like a freight train

Your chest is full of marbles now

Migrating to your legs

There’s a knocking on the door

It’s been getting louder

If only you had listened

It’s that fear of the invasion

Vulnerable soft bits

You left yourself open

Don’t say you weren’t warned

The smallest voice in your throat

Getting louder

And gagging

Invade yourself now

Overcome

Eat your fears

Lie down and take it

Everyone has to

Sooner or later

You’ll just have to do it

Shove yourself down

Just go to the dentist

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slowfalter · 6 months

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I’m dust on the couch

Melt my body down

Wrap me up in formlessness

Give me dissolution

Crushed into the crowd

I’m a spilled drink at your feet

I’m the supermarket ghost

My body an unwilling host

Gold panning for meaning

My dream catcher’s full of nightmares

I can’t even feel my body

Just buy me some time please

Leave me to dissolve

I don’t want to be alone

But I can’t hold together

Leave me to dissolve

There go all my thoughts

Spinning down the sink

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slowfalter · 6 months

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Cumulus Mediocris

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My house was struck by lightning

The floor vibrated three times

I wanted to tell you about it

so that you would love me more

because I could have died

but I didn’t

because you’re probably asleep

and because I’m definitely not clinging

or grasping

Not for anything

Especially not attention

Especially not from you

It’s called interdependence

It means that I talk to you when I’m not busy with my own shit

Like now I’m pretty busy

Just now I almost died

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slowfalter · 7 months

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Microbes

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I found your heartbeat under your skin, under my palm, through our arms, a meandering stream, where our hearts meet, in dull harmonies, against the wind, through the window,

cigarette smoke from the neighbours house, on the air, between our lips, where our breath meets, in a singular haze, and I wondered how much of the air in this room was once ours?

I think I heard once, that the microbes in bread, match those on the hands, of it’s unique baker, like the bread is part them, and they are part bread, and I wonder how many microbes, that were once yours, live in me now?

And could I be killing bits of you, every time I drink too much, or I don’t eat enough? That probably isn’t true, but if that’s what I need to think, that looking after me, is really looking after you, then let’s allow it to be true

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slowfalter · 7 months

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Love comes through

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Smaller than the eye can see

Where you least expect it

Pushing through the floorboard cracks

With the cold air

Come to warm you

Woven into winter fibres, spun with arthritic fingers

Spinning love into the corners

Of the ceiling, gazing down

On the sun grazing your cheeks

It’s in a thousand shades of green

That you swear you’ve never seen

In your friend’s familiar eyes

When you are picking blackberries

It’s going to take you hours

But you’re going to get enough

With lashings of love’s harvest

It’s a heavy crop this year

Love’s pushing up the flowers

Through the soil, ancestral mulch

The blood of all that ever lived

All the life you never knew

Is still looking after you

Larger than you can imagine

Love always comes through

With the goods and with the reasons

To keep going, to keep breathing

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Prompted by @peakogreen (October prompts)

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slowfalter · 7 months

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I am nothing but

an overthinking machine,

the whole world is fuel

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