#creative poetry

[loserpoetrv]

timers and curfews.

i find myself,

starting to hate timers.

why?

i'll never know.

well

actually

i

do.

as you wrap your

arms around my waist,

i feel my body shiver;

twitch.

i feel the concept

of

time start to become

the least of my worries...

images of what we could do

while frank ocean plays,

flash in my

perverted mind.

my breathing quickens.

your hands trail further.

my body leans in closer.

i respond with a soft sigh.

and there it is.

that god awful.

timer.

to ruin our moment.

we awkwardly say goodbye.

i roll over as you drive away.

and i lay,

and think,

"maybe another time."

maybe i'm just bad at acting on affection.

the song i listened to today:

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[theview-from-halfwaydown]

“i’ve got a garden of watermelons growing in the pit of my stomach

from swallowing too many of your black seeds

growing and churning

an undeniable force

i think i’m forgetting how to please”

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[ourburningbridges]

Life’s Beauty Marks

learning to love and embrace your ACNE beauty marks. nature is gorgeous.

i love my blemishes,

a new scar everyday.

my flesh is alive

and that’s okay.

they’re only beauty marks,

graced on the space

on my back, up my shoulders

and on my face.

i love to be alive,

with skin that breathes.

the strength in my guts

puts me at ease.

they’re only natural,

you’re human just like me.

don’t let the vigor on my vessel

be all you see.

-I.F.L 🫁

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[baileyscribe]

Under this time

Under a moon

Under the

Under the

Covered with blood and covered with lies

Smothered, just smothering life

Looking and searching. looking and searching for...

Love ?

Something that's more than the...

Touch...

Something that's more than the highs!

Something!!

Something that's over us?

Something that's willing to explain!

Something like,

God?

Where are you?

Why is it, all...

Odd

How do I, how do I, how do i!!

When does it, all...

Stop

Can I just,

Could you, oh, would you just,

Turn it all...

Off?

A voice is a lapse!

Where am I,

How am i,

Why am i

Lost?

"Oh, treasure! You only lack, remembering!"

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[riosdairy]

Puppy.. Don't Stop..

I feel lonely with tied evening

I am tired now with thousand work in office

I am enterd to my tiny home..

I find my sparkling eyes

Who is waiting for me ..

I am turn on the only one light in my home

Why ? I need to see my recharge battery..

He is starting "Usual Welcome home " song..

I see my bed is waiting to give warm hug

I am just ignoring my bed..

My towel is try to fly for me..

I am just give small smile.

Still background music is playing

I am recharging now

My tiny home is always lively without me

Why?

My recharge battery is waiting for me

always to sing welcome home ....

Puppy....Don't stop..

-Rio s' Dairies-

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[ace-and-ink]

it’s a tick tick tick

watching those hands work

one day i’ll find her under there

i’ll peel it all away and set her free

the woman who smiles at herself

and admires her skin, her eyebrows, her nails

feeling no beckoning

towards that sacred self-destruction

who simply shrugs at the suggestion

of the chance of a new start

with a new body

a second try

with a new skin

who doesn’t tear apart her hands

her means of creation

her means of destruction

while chasing that precious self-destruction

i’ll shed myself

into a she that will like herself

or i’ll molt

into a her that hates her skin so

and uses everything to make it something else

or i’ll unravel

until there’s nothing left

for these trembling fingers to pick at

whichever fate consumes me first

if this desire doesn’t scratch me away before then

— under my skin

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[futuristicbasementbeliever]

The soft underbelly skin in late autumn, swelling on a bake summer day

colors the air;

Vibrating Braille, etched magical predicates and

Gentle Hemlock needles through a landscape in mind;

Sudden surrounding pressure

Crushes the spirit.

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[theview-from-halfwaydown]

“i was diagnosed with ptsd today

i know i should feel relief

but all i feel is heavy

like it’s weighing me down more

i don’t know how it happened

or maybe i do

but i’m not too sure if anything is real or not anymore

my life is a movie and i’m watching the film burn up on the projector screen

floating through a ghost town

a spectator of my own life

how cruel

how unbearably cruel it is to have this placed upon me when i didn’t ask for any of it to happen

i cant find love because of you

you ruined me and everything i had to give

i fear getting close to anyone

i don’t know what they could do to me

i don’t know what they’re capable of

i don’t know how to carry this weight

this grief of what happened to me

the worst part is

i don’t even know what happened to me to have caused this”

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[badassflower]

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[baileyscribe]

Understand this and this will be it...

Something was stolen from you, and now you just gotta live.

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[lordjellybeanz]

Poem: Midnight Thoughts

I lay in bed, thinking silly things,

A scramble of ideas, which my mind brings.

I think about funny things and awkward ones too,

I think, "How funny to scare someone with a loud BOO!"

Other times I think, "What if I forgot to wear pants today?"

"Ha! That'd be embarrassing," I think while in bed I lay.

Sometimes I think of scary thoughts before I go to bed,

Like, "What would happen if tomorrow I was dead?"

Every now and then I plan for the future,

"Where will I buy a house, in which kids I can nurture?"

However, without fail my eyes will close,

And the next day will arrive, a future which no one knows.

- Eli Hornstein

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many olives.

Olives, olive tree, olive branch, olive oil, virgin olive oil, olive oil extra virgine, olive spread, olive bread, olive olive olive olive olive olive. Kilos of olives live in my head and in my basement. I put them there. I bought them, too many too many too many, what a joy to be in possession of too many antipasti, what a joy, what a forbidden joy, I regret nothing even though my critics exist, but they don't reside within my own mind. I love it I love it, I love doing what I did and I regret nothing.

Okay okay okay, it's a lot, but I love it so much. Is it a crime to feel joy over things others reject? Not it isn't no it isn't no it isn't. I do care though, but not too much, my joy cannot be stopped, my joy cannot be thwarted in its tracks, it keeps on living inside my heart, oh what joy what joy to feel like this over mundane things like a cellar stuffed with olives olives olives olives. It's my joy my joy my joy.

Where do we go from here, with all these olives? Too heavy to carry, too many to eat, we must go venture down into the cellar and decimate them one fistful at a time, a fistful of joy, why not. I stand there the brine dripping from my hands, like a cellar dwelling cryptid that feeds off people's olive stock. But people don't have cellars anymore, especially not filled with olives, people go shopping everyday for the things they consume right away or throw out once forgotten and past the best before date, sometimes rotten, sometimes not. Think of the olives lamenting over not being stored in your cellar. Your fists remain empty and the only salt on them stems from your own sweat of carrying the groceries you either gonna eat or discard.

What a waste, what a waste, what a waste to not stuff your cellar with olives and thrive.

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