#abstract poem

[euesworld]

"She's got roses growing up her heart, thorns and all don't get me started.. and when I look at her, all I can think is that's true art. She's so beautiful that she's all you'll ever see, it's like being at the beach and trying not to see the sea.. it's like being in the garden and not seeing flowers, like being in the presence of greatness and not feeling power. She is so divine, like these roses that try to grow in my mind.."

And I hope that you will find, her.. she is the absence of hurt, basically the whole reason why we have a world - eUë

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[botheringlevi]

–“Tell Me Again About The Last Time You Saw Her”: Gary McDowell

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[tales-of-a-broken-mask]

Remedy to Clarity

When you let go of the perception of sanity,

A tingle of uncertainty forms,

Blossoming like a tainted lotus.

Take a bite of the succulent lotus

And cast away the world.

Ribbons flee the mind,

Stripping away what is real.

The floors pulsate and pendulums swing,

A stranger in the mirror,

I keep indulging on the corrupted lotus

To remedy my clarity;

Finding the real to be a curse.

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[mararev]

Knock Knock

I will put you between the folds

of the pages of my life

Where you will lay in every

chapter of my untold story

Take my hand and we shall begin

to dance along with the songs

That resonate from my soul

Hoping you will surrender to the music

I have found the missing pieces

of a heart once torn into shreds

Let me love you with all of me,

let me rekindle the passion within you

I beg you

Open the door to your heart

And let me in to do my part

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[hazeyethnographer]

1.1.23

Reflections are due, Projections too. My best friend sits Staring at the rippling fingers Of an opposite palm.

She thinks of what it is She wishes to find At the turn of the spiral Of human time.

I wonder if she’s cheating, In an attempt to feel A little more in control.

But me, I resign myself To the flitting of the Cyclical days.

Allowing them to unfold Like the ocean did for me Under a weighty northwest wind.

I learnt that the sand can pierce Right through your skin And that if you listen closely enough, The wind and the waves drone in counterpoint.

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[tedward411]

RIGHTEOUS PERSUITS...

THE SWEAT TASTE… LIMITLESS Who am I? A reflection of The KING! IN I- Who looks with a redeeming eye. I was Blind! Now I see how I can transform into this new identity of me, The King & I reflecting The King in eye. Aspiring to do great things with the motivation of a Great Dream, Sprouting great wings! Flying higher than the greatest of expectations! Walking in a forever…

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[zombiegirldean]

ALSO. the destiel language barrier is so sweet. bc Dean communicates in these abstract referential little circles that Cas can't quite parse. The Michael sword is saying incomprehensible riddles again. but Cas is SO charmed by it that he starts studying it and experimenting with it and trying to meet Dean on his level. and his butchering of idioms is played for laughs but he's mimicking Dean's linguistic patterns as a way of getting closer to him. because he loves him <3

#supernatural #dean winchester #castiel #destiel #i just think to cas the deanisms must sound like these abstract little poems #like imagine not having the context for the thelma louise line. youd be like. what a strange musical impenetrable thing 2 say.

[micamanticore]

Today’s poem 3/21/23

(In honor of today being the same backwards and forwards in US format, I’m doing an abstract poem of all the palindromes I like.)

Tattarrattat, releveler deleveled

Hadedah deified,

Repaper reviver, reifier

Redder terret

Refer rotor radar

Tenet solos sulus

Beeb boob goog deed

Aha! Bob dad gag.

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[brudberg1]

Almost making sense

The library is eternalbroken by burdens of mo(u)rnings In an effort explaining,making sense while hearingthe crackle forever— stuck in stagnant marshlands. No sky — no earthly viewCovid still shadowsstill prowl in the footstepsof last year’s passingonly a wild breeze may kissmemories of sunshine into linen Later in the winter-springicicles will lace the eavesSo, why so silent brother crow?We…

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#abstract poem #Does it matter that mother was a hoarder? #found and should maybe have been lost

[blackobsidion]

Transferred Sense

Dark metal, rusty sound

Music weeping that cannot speak

But it echoes for days and days

Two mouths silenced

Choked on the swallowed language of their reality

Festered and boiled from empty irritation

That changed the words spoken delicately

Fix ourselves a portrait smile

Run fingers back and forth along a bend in the page

That has led us to this road, this place

Where our meaning is lost in our voices

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[euesworld]

"She is the riverman, she escorts you across death.. with long, perfect, slender legs under her cloak. She rows across the sea slowly, cloak covering her face in shadows reciting rituals like the pope.. the oars dipping into lightless dark matter, a rippling hollow darkness that emanates an eerie groan. You are aware of her, though you can't move a thread.. death.. her cloak slips a bit and you see a skull. Thin wispy, stringy hair hangs from the skull in patches and her eyes are cold.. two blue sparks floating in its eye sockets where the eyes should be.. she turned and you hear the raft bump against something, a dock? Out of the corner of your eye, you can see her coming over to where you lie.. with a strength that was impossible, she picked your body up easily with one hand, and as she carried you, you can see the dark, star filled night. Your body twists in her grip and you are facing those perfect womanly legs again as she walked along.. she stopped. Suddenly you feel as if something is wrong.. you can feel despair, emptiness, sadness, hate.. thick around you, squeezing like a snake. The feeling is consuming you, like your soul is dissolving.. it transcends pain like nothing you have ever experienced before. If you could scream, it would be an eternal wail of anguish like the curse of billions of souls that believed in absolutely nothing, in other words.. the devil.. the devil is absolutely nothing, the opposite of God. And as the riverman flings your body into a big dark hole, the energy that makes up your soul dissolves and the last thing that you experienced was the fabric of your soul being slowly torn, shredded, and destroyed even as you fought against it. You ceased to exist. They say you can't destroy energy, but when you believe in nothing.. you become nothing in the afterlife. Believing in nothing is like believing in the devil, the darkness before light when nothing existed.. you don't return to the flow of the universe, you don't return to God. The riverman looks at the black hole once more and turns around.. she returns to her boat to collect another soul. She looks up into the ethereal sky filled with stars and she whispers a little prayer.. 'I live for you. I love for you. Treat others with compassion. I give to you. My life for you. May our souls be everlasting.' She started rowing back across the darkness lapping at the sides of her boat. I'm starting to wonder how many trips she makes a day? If you don't believe in anything, why do you do the things you do? Cause you are told? Must be a pretty empty life with no meaning. Maybe it's best to just become part of the nothing.. it's a cruel existence not knowing God's love. God loves everything equally, down to the last cockroach but if you don't believe in God, God is not obligated to believe in you.. anything that God doesn't believe in just ceases to exist. Which isn't such a bad fate anyway, cause y'all don't believe in anything.. so you are right in a way."

Meh, this will probably be analyzed and scrutinized.. it's a story. Take what you want out of it, haha.. it's a weird fuggin story, I admit - eUë

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[fixing-bad-posts]

[Image description: A vocabularyclept poem. Every time the words "good art" appear, they are highlighted in green. Transcription is below.]

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good art sets off downward unstructured and obsessive wishes to destroy empower celebrate ugliness

good art hints at obfuscation, lies, resentment makes you feel weird clarifies the divine right to whining, coping, seething

good art confuses the mind spiral spiral spiral spiral faster

good art is a scam a drug metaphor essential momentum

good art a terrible duty join or burn

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A vocabularyclept poem is a poem which is formed by taking the words of an existing poem and rearranging them into a new work of literature. | original post

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[tales-of-a-broken-mask]

Deranged Way of Seeing

The television taps softly behind

As static fills the room. 

The lights feel warmer,

The air feels lively,

While everything is at a standstill.

The air conditioner lifting my feet,

Water spurting with mechanical chirps,

The light bulbs beating down on my skin,

A metallic jungle of familiarity

That the motherboard cannot manage. 

Creatures chatting in the treetops,

Grass breaking through the delicate soil,

Eroded rocks bent into shape by crimson,

A few stained sticks and stone to clang together

While the sparks consume the forest.

Decaying bones turning to dust,

Charred soils now empty,

Inked stones stained red

While nothing dares make noise.

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[jetleparti]

Prometheus: Unbound 505 / Oil, acrylic, ink, graphite, & wax pencil on canvas. via Jet Le Parti archive.

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[hazeyethnographer]

How is it. Being alone?

Voices bounce around my bones.

The light is so cold it’s blue.

I fail at sleeping

Unless it is bright.

I’m bad at eating.

At least I wash my body

Once a day or twice.

I scrub the plaque from the bones that show

And lather my wrists in red vanilla.

Gold hoops are scattered around,

More rings than I could ever have punctures.

And pictures of the ones I love,

Still not given an upright place.

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[chipmunks-and-chocolate]

open your doors

i don't want to start the day because i don't want to face reality.

i think the sun is up too early because i think morning people are crazy.

i'm far from sleeping again because my mind won't stop running, no matter how much i tell it to stop.

i step out of my room because i know people are waiting for me.

i don't speak to anyone because i'm too tired and too grumpy to be nice already.

i resist going into the kitchen to see what the sweet smell is because i don't want to let myself be happy yet.

i see their smiling face before anything else because i know they're waiting for me.

i feel pain in my heart because i don't want to let them down.

but they step toward me and their face is lit up with a sunlit grin and they put their arms around me and press their hand to mine, and i don't know why.

i hug them back, suddenly awake, and i don't know why.

i stretch my arms to let the sun cover me, and i don't know why.

i open my doors, and i don't know why.

but there's something

there's something nagging

something nagging at me

nagging at my mind

and i remember why.

they open their doors because they want me to open mine.

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