#creative writing poetry

[senor-plume]

They Might Be Giants

drop on me some geek punk

slam the accordion

slash the strings and give me one more hardcore polka beat tonight

raise the sonic boom to the top of my soul and tie the laces of my shoes

I’m on fire with the jangles parading deep into my nicotine chest as the musical notes pulse throughout my thick veiny arms as I rise from this tattered chair smoking a good old Joe Camel

I got the giant smile I have the flood in my feet

I need no crane to lift my spirits

I have the band here exploding from my beatnik speakers and I find that I am quite pleased to be alive on this novelty Tuesday

riding the rocking violin and a chorus of Do Do Do’s I surf this tune with aplomb

joy craziness cool cucumbers and a stained t-shirt

Giants…two of them are reminding me why I have a world that swings

love wrapped up in vinyl and they spin

take a look now… They are spinning and I swear my walls are growing wax flowers in a joyful spurt and I dance among them like a tripping turkey

I’m good and solid

They Might Be Giants …pleasure going around at thirty three and a third as the lime Kool-Aid keeps me refreshed

the needle that sings these songs are pumping out pure desire for my waiting ears and I say hooray

I always say hooray when the band is playing and the day is a good one

the night promises more and look at my arms …wide open and ready

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[prionentanglement]

If you’re reading this, it is over. Definitively terminated. Concretely splattered. Oftentimes I’ve wondered what your final thoughts must be, falling through the sky. I don’t believe in honourable suicide, most people are probably scared, regretful, frantic. As the sky becomes Earth, as head becomes pavement, as man becomes corpse, freedom becomes absolute and unattainable. Infinite freedom requires infinite creativity. Rules grant us choices. One of those choices is whether or not to break the rules, to tap into the limitless potential beyond what has been outlined for us. To escape the dreams we’ve written, to live as an expression of our souls. To cry out in desperation, to parade in blood, to rain onto the Earth like an atom bomb. To explode into crimson passion.

The expression of my soul is as follows. What you will read now, if you are brave enough, is my blood on the pavement. I hope it is impossible to look away.

I stand at the margin which divides souls in two The sands between the fragile earth and the sea of death I build a castle I dig out a moat I fill it with water. I watch the sculpin slowly dissipate, drowning in the sand I build a new castle A bigger castle, a better castle A better-planned castle, a more beautiful castle A romantic castle, a seductive castle I spend 40 days building the castle The tide has come in countless times Stained with the corpses of sculpin and sandcrabs filled with venom I walk away rather than watch it crumble I walk towards the sea Behind me I leave two castles  one born of solitude and one born of romance I can’t bear to look back at either I sit down at the edge of the tide The sand, as though it was powdered lemonade dissolving in water, begins to melt away The sea, as though it was made of sand dusting through the wind, begins to melt away The sky, as though it was made of water diffusing lemonade, begins to stain itself yellow then orange then red Why does the sun set red? I look to the sun for answers I look directly into it’s crimson eyes I’ve broken a rule I fall

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[mysharona1987]

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[reesestshirt]

When I was in middle school, I tried to learn how to crochet. I knew how to knit already, so I figured ‘how hard could it be’ and used my Christmas money on a brand new set of aluminum hooks and a how-to book.

To say it was difficult was an understatement. I spent hours pouring over my book, begging to gain some inkling of understanding from what felt like incomprehensible runes. My reward? One lopsided trapezoid of lumpy fabric and a resolve to never pick up a crochet hook again.

And so life went on, I finished middle school and high school without giving crochet so much as a second glance. In college, I read about how crochet couldn’t be replicated by a machine, it was unique in a way that knitting and many other fiber arts weren’t.

For Christmas last year, my girlfriend gave me what I now consider to be my most prized possession: a crocheted plush of my favorite pokemon. I raved over her skills and, since she never learned how to knit, we decided to have a yarn date at some point and teach each other our respective skills.

We never did get around to that yarn date. She passed a few months after our declaration, leaving me to inherit what was left of her yarn.

Nearly a decade after my initial attempt, I got ready for the toughest battle of my life. My weapons? One skein of yarn, a YouTube video, and a crochet hook that I had somehow never gotten rid of.

I slowly made my way through the video, redoing my work a couple times until I was satisfied with my product: a small, slightly misshapen rectangle.

I looked at my pristinely-made pokemon plush with hope for the first time in months and thought to myself, ‘maybe crocheting isn’t the hardest thing in the world, maybe you were just 12.’

Maybe this isn’t the hardest thing in the world. Maybe I’m just 21.

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[fifthmagik]

Gotta keep my mind right

In this limelight

Cause after midnight

It's twice the fight

To stay on the right flight

With no sight

Echo-location

Guided vibrations

When the darkness comes to light

That's a revelation

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[meanwhilepoetry]

I'm just trying to become someone who the child inside me will not hate. I'm trying to be everything she needed and did not receive. She is so lonely still. It's not fair that she is so lonely still.

Nikita Gill

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[heartsystembeats]

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[jaggedjawjosh]

You asked for my trust, then marred it with betrayal, wondering why the faith was lost.

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[dissociativecollective]

Grieving, grieving, constantly grieving. I mourn what could have been, what should have been, what will not be, what I cannot save.

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[threewordusername]

i never wanted you to leave.

six-word poem.

d.b.a

[hayatheauthor]

"Why do you care so much about accidentally leaving people out?" Because I've had friend groups where they were the planets and I was their Pluto.

I've had friend groups where our dynamics revolved around a Sun, with everyone vying for their attention if only to bask in their light for a mere moment. Where our thinly strung bonds collapsed the second our Sun left.

I've had friend groups where they bonded as Saturn's rings, finding solace in their shared shortcomings while isolating those more talented than them.

But I've also had friend groups where we bond as Neptune and Uranus—so similar we could be known as twins. Friend groups like Venus and Earth: so awfully different, yet it was those differences that kept us together.

And I would rather create a social system like the latter than the former.

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[senor-plume]

McDonald Avenue Solitude

Man, was I alone

I was down to zero friends with family hours away

I had a cat but that was my only interaction with something alive

even my phone flew the white flag of surrender

5 rooms with a front and back porch

I frequented the front often so I could smoke my solitary cigarettes and watch the Chenango River slip down slowly into town

I tried to sleep often to escape the pounding of my ears and heart… to rest my weary legs from the miles that I paced around that apartment as the somber music played

but sleep never came easy so I’d drop a few pills to get me into that wavy, hazy tiredness

I picked up a dandy of a methadone addiction from a bum hip a year or so earlier so I always had them to help put me down

My legs restless and hot

I’d shake them hard to remove the invisible insects that crawled around within calves …nightmarish…

I’d fall asleep only to wake up a while later with a great desire to sleep again

but a man can only slumber for so often and I’d be forced to rise and begin the pacing back up

not a single soul to visit me

not a person on the planet who’d be stopping over

now, don’t get me wrong… I’m all for being alone

Hell, I can handle it and enjoy it as well but when days eek into weeks and then months then I had a problem

sadly though I exist within the cruelty of social anxiety so I never went out for an evening… never tried to make a friend …male or female just alone… alone with that beautiful cat who would eventually pass away the day after Christmas, 2013.

So, I wrote poetry and ignored all desires to crack a can and become a drunkard…again

this lasted about two years

two years lost within myself

two years of crybaby masturbation and a sink constantly filled with coffee mugs and spoons

Now, I am out of that home

and in a new one filled with more rooms, more cats and a woman who decided to take me on

and… it didn’t make me a stronger or weaker

it was just a thing that happened in my adult life and I survived it

although, sometimes, I miss it and I’m not sure why

But I do like to pretend that my lonely soul …my living ghost, if you will is still there

pacing with nothing to look forward to

walking towards no prize

trying to sleep and survive as the world continues on outside the front window

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[prionentanglement]

My Pet Carcass

I get lonely as a peripatetic.

A wanderer of lives, an inhabitant of the in-between.

So I keep a pet.

It gets hungry.

I feed it.

It gets tired.

I let it rest.

Day in, and day out.

But lately it's been getting lonely.

So I dissolve it in a tub of acid.

And I wear its skin.

And I try my best to resolve this feeling.

It still gets hungry.

So I eat.

It still gets tired.

So I tuck myself into bed.

Day in, and day out, it still gets lonely.

My pet’s skin begins to wither away.

Rotted by its unresolved needs.

So I melt it again. And again. And again.

And each time I change the person behind the carcass.

Until there's nothing left of me.

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[ilytcoys]

I’m just pieces of everyone I’ve met. I want to be myself for once. Maybe then I’ll be healed.

-I love you. Take care of yourself.

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[todayontumblr]

Tuesday March 21.

World Poetry Day.

Today is a celebration—but perhaps, like all celebrations, just what we are commemorating is something that we must treasure each and every day. Poetry, some might say, is just that: the treasure that artists mine from the sham and drudgery of day-to-day life. For the poet, their art is found not by searching for the exotic, mysterious, glamourous, or seductive, but by what they find before them. What is mundane and routine is as much material to be mined as life's intensities or spectacles. For the poet, the world really is their oyster. And for the rest of us, the work they produce is that very pearl. And every shade of experience, whether joy, grief, banality, intrigue, and beauty, are encapsulated in words, spaces, silence, images, and form. Whether by skill, or by chance, no one really knows, but perhaps the mess and the mystery are one and the same as its profundity. With that in mind, let's celebrate a good thing. And a good thing that is ours each and every day. It's #world poetry day.

With that in mind, we invite you to mark the day here on Tumblr. After all, there is simply no better community of poets and artists who make up this creative sphere, and the evergreen world of all things poetry is, well, your world. 

And when all is said and done, you better get writing x

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[fifthmagik]

Everything is chaos to me

Fracturing of reality

Fibonacci Sequence on Planck scales

Spiraling to infinity

Back to root out thoughts of squares

Pixelating the Visage of mentality

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