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snowmalitia · 2 minutes ago
Good Times
Was anxious all day
just to feel fear and loathing
at night. What a life.
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justinleeparker · 21 minutes ago
With Invitation
Exo exo aye No supper tonight But high-sided advice Upon this I dine regularly It is no feast for the eyes But the mind grows strong and fat and flatulent
To die right is one way to celebrate the night And so I slide off of the horse, take off my robe, and slouch away to bed to pray that for such a time as this I am appointed to have my head removed for approaching the king within his gates and at his invitation
How he honors me In holding back his hand
Haman was not hanged: he starved to death
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definegodliness · 26 minutes ago
Phials of light
Seek not love All I know is where it used to resonate The space turned vacant
A loveless cage
You, who shall not be bound To words... Primordial queen... goddess Terms fall short, and as such It is senseless
I confess to you my callous emptiness
I have turned a collector
A thief, wielding  A blade-like quill, stealing Snippets of brightly souls To display their Comforting luminescence, beaming
There, where love used to resonate
All the lights Have been swindled
Covertly obtained, and small enough To never be missed; never be noticed In being taken
Infatuation Never acted upon Due to its fleeting nature Yet appropriated Eternalized in inspiration; bottled up To prevent the foreordained Escaping From loveless cage
A display case
All these phials of light...
They are mine And as such, the world’s For though they’re prized possessions They are not my own
When I am gone At long last engulfed by the darkness I now so egotistically fend off in some Unjustly claimed right To existence
All will be released as stars; as poems Infused with the hope to shine ever on
Yet I will be annulled Completely
Finally metamorphosed to this Callous emptiness
Wherein each snippet of soul was stolen To see a life, long stripped from purpose By placebic virtue, prolonged
--- 19-6-2021, M.A. Tempels ©
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wolfstarrysky · 34 minutes ago
Remnants of a Broken Sky
I cannot explain what this poem is about, I wrote this at a very transitive period in my life, so I leave the interpretation up to you guys, I hope you like it
To be floating above it all
The waves and the raging fires
The translucent veil of denial
The light trickling through the cracks
Eyelids fluttering to the breaking sky,
I’m too preoccupied trying to find a place to hide
I don’t know what to say whether to lie or to confide
Words are a gust of air, clawing my insides.
My being, a heap of dried leaves;
Withering in the light of noon.
Screams and crashes, blood and tears.
My eyes are covered, wires wound around my beating heart.
I’m too preoccupied trying to find a place to hide.
To look beyond the veil at the remnants of a broken sky.
When the words stop, and the world is full of sorry sighs
That’s when I feel it, the silence gnawing at my insides
Scratching and scraping, ripping and tearing.
I can’t look, not in the mirror, not in their eyes.
All I see are strings hanging loose.
I yell profanities in the void, hoping it would stitch me back
Hoping it would release the angry little person running wild.
All that happens is that I lose control, a sorry little sack.
I lose myself. I turn into a nightmare, fucked up and vile.
We’re all nothing but masks.
We’re echoes of artificial laughter and forced smiles.
But, I don’t see a thing.
I am too preoccupied trying to find a place to hide.
To look beyond the veil at the remnants of a broken sky.
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perdituspoems · 38 minutes ago
Bumble Bee Heaven
Irresistible to the Little Bee Bumble bee heaven the poppy is all he wants to find and see
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jericosilvers · 55 minutes ago
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Sometimes, I am not ready for the sadness that I will feel. Got this message from our store.
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warmthandmoonlight · 57 minutes ago
How can I ever forget you?
You were the only one who helped me find peace in my storms.
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solwritesfor · 59 minutes ago
i guess i was never a part
Of what i longed so much
i guess my grieve will go on
Forever and ever
And each time my broken heart
Will shatter just a little bit more
Enough to leave me believing i'm not enough
And i'll never be
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momentarytaste · an hour ago
I cannot hear you
when I’m busy tending
to the garden
of ideas about you
I hear them
I see you
but I cannot hear you
cannot feel you
Be then a guard
against the thoughts
that would steal you from
me--against my own
false notions, against
my desire to understand you
and grant instead that I yearn
to love you, only to love you.
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Your sourness and pettiness
Made us reckless regarding our differences
Unfortunately, you learn its obnoxious to be infatuated
For the love that was once innocent had turned out to be frustrated
Oh honey, your inconsistent efforts left me to pieces
Wondering where I could find and heal these bruises
Now I am miserable and dying to feel
That nothing means nothing
Which I should have known
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callmeyellow · an hour ago
A moment of happiness,
you and I sitting on the verandah,
apparently two, but one in soul, you and I.
We feel the flowing water of life here,
you and I, with the garden's beauty
and the birds singing.
The stars will be watching us,
and we will show them
what it is to be a thin crescent moon.
You and I unselfed, will be together,
indifferent to idle speculation, you and I.
The parrots of heaven will be cracking sugar
as we laugh together, you and I.
In one form upon this earth,
and in another form in a timeless sweet land.
- Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi, A Moment Of Happiness.
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