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a-musingmichelle · 2 years

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When I slow down and lie down At the end of my day Grief crawls back into my bed And holds me like you were going to Cradling my head I rest on his shoulder and cry Why did you have to, have to die? You were the happy ending I needed Now gone And what about yours? You were so strong I don’t know the reason I don’t think I ever will Maybe just God’s love and mercy It’s a solace to know You’re an angel Even though now I’m alone

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elegantlylamentingtheloss · 2 years

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The constellation of stars above depicts a woman made of bones. And I imagine she was ferried there by some dark horse death had a habit of riding. Death, with his swarthy bag chock-full of snow white bones. How radiant the sky must have been when her bones first spilled out upon a clear and moonless night. t. hall

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goneahead · 10 months

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I got asked if I would start doing friday round robin poems again, so **orders another round of drinks for all you fine twc poets** lets do this!!!🍻🍻🍻

Rules:

Each poet tagged writes the next two lines of the poem using one of these prompts:

deep, fathom, hem, shadows, palm, distant, saltspray, curl, melancholy, seaspray, tide, drift, brine, sigh, fin

then tags another poet. (If you’re too busy, just repost with ‘pass’ and tag another poet) Poem is done when all the words are used!

In the deep, where sunken mountains whisper,

and zoa corals blink and stare as I swim by

tagging @thedge-of-forever ! you are it😁!!!

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goneahead · 2 years

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What inspires you to write poems?

The white- tipped wings of nouns, hunting for adjectives across the rolling blue tide of verbs-

@dirtyfilthy @cruxymox @quietdissidentlyricist @ossian-bard @thedge-of-forever @betweenthetimeandsound @a-musingmichelle @elvedon @glitteryteenpoems and anyone who wants to join! tag! you’re it!

#goneahead poetry #twcpoetryvirus #collab #poetry #answered

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elegantlylamentingtheloss · 2 years

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Night Song

Still my mother combs her long black hair, but there is no water, no consolation of salt. By coal glow and cricket song, the wolf steps, obscures the moon. My mother's face appears a mask of anger where the birds sleep. Over the violin night she scrapes her hair, a white belly stretched over sand. Over the coals, the black bony plates. A lizard's shell erupts, white flesh into flame. The heat on my belly is good. I lie on my side near the fire's burning, near each cinder's glow. More cracks in the rock, and the desert forgets the sea voices, the creatures drowned in stone-- a black extinction, a faint remembrance of tides. My mother's eyes, once young, have turned to sand, brushed by wind where the moon begins to hum a song of blood, the night's cold and shadowed rest. Her breasts hang heavy as stone. I pray waters, but nothing disturbs this slumber nor parts the white hairs of night. Each rail is buried, each train has gone. Only maps attest to elsewhere-- a grove of live birds ever away. Here, a chair, a country where nothing grows and death lasts for days. Here, a residue of sky and sand, a flame's mirage. My mother's hands begin their slow hush. Still she sings her hair to sleep over my crib, still the birds in the belly swell violins at dawn. I close my eyes and dream a sea of voices, dream mirrors turned upward from the root. It is here I begin to drown-- a ripple of sky where I enter, a small patch of night where the rains descend.

--t. hall

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elegantlylamentingtheloss · 2 years

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Day after day the hardness of my being begins to loosen. My hands grow thin, almost translucent in the waning light.

Slowly my spine softens like wax near a candle flame. I am little more than vapor or withered hope these days.

Tell me, what is left to love?

t. hall

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a-musingmichelle · 2 years

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Speak to me Speak to me I will listen for your voice forever Touch me Touch me I will wait for your touch forever Write to me Write to me I will read your poetry forever Sing to me Sing to me I will echo your song forever

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a-musingmichelle · 2 years

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One

I miss you I write poetry into the deep evening I speak with strangers and friends And I long for you I ache for you

For your company For your words For your kindness For your dreams For your daily recapping of mundane things I miss everything about you I love you so much How long does love last for a person When that person goes on beyond? This love is more than I can handle Than I can carry Than I can bear That’s why love takes two people To carry the weight To delight in the joys and shoulder the burdens Because love should be between two people What do you call it when it’s only carried by one?

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a-musingmichelle · 2 years

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kaleidoscope of dreams

We left the sunroof open And fell asleep under the moon I was listening to Orange Sky The guitar strings singing me to sleep The quiet of your dreaming Wrapped around me like A blanket of stars A warmth not found Except only between lovers You’re not here anymore Except only in my dreams I close my eyes and I find you Every single time Loving you was always so easy From the first word that came from your mouth And into my mouth Like a grape bursting with promise From sunlight, love, and time Our friendship was a shooting star And our love, a meteor When you died, you became the moon— I’m still figuring out my way back to you

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a-musingmichelle · 2 years

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Begin again

I am feeling many things And it is confusing— You are not here And yet, you are here with me In the songs I sing The silence is listening— I feel your presence when I sit alone I feel your warmth I feel your love All of it still remains I still say your name With love and tenderness Perhaps, with even more Now that you have gone Somewhere I cannot follow (for now) But I see the signs And I mark them out To find you when it is time I shall miss you with every breath I take But I know I can find you in any place You gave me the strength You gave me the fire from your eternal flame Because we were the same We are the same I love you and I always will, Justus Forever, it’s me and you

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elegantlylamentingtheloss · 2 years

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I haven't gotten out in days. My words trapped and sunless. Too little air for a mind or heart.

How I miss the spring. How I loved the warmth His hand left on my door.

His hand now frozen In the act of unlocking. As if somehow he knew

He could always get in. t. hall

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a-musingmichelle · 2 years

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So much blood

My body is breaking Under the weight of my broken heart My body tries to kill everything That tries to live inside it

—Michelle Dana Sabado

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a-musingmichelle · 2 years

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It’s midnight and I’m listening to our playlist. You’re asleep on another continent with a different girl. I should have known untangling your roots would prove to be impossible.

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a-musingmichelle · 2 years

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I will wait I will wait for you here In the stillness of my heart That occurred as soon as you left me I had hoped you would stay Until the end of our days But I understand your spirit had to go When you are ready or When you need A place of solace or refuge I will open my door to you And my hearth shall be your home Forever, if you want it to —Michelle Dana Sabado

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a-musingmichelle · 2 years

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Dead End

Waiting for the moment you wake up, It’s so late here at night. The moments you want To share with me Are a blessing— It’s like Christmas Day. Every time you have a story for me Feels like the flower feeding the bee. Oh I know, I probably take it too far. But after all this time, You’re still my Northern Star. I shake you out of my hair, I sometimes forget that you’re still there, But I always come back to you. There are things about you I just can’t forget, Even though there are so many poems Already filling up my head. It’s the way your face crinkles Every time you laugh. The way my heart flutters With every question you ask. The depth of your voice And how you fill the void, You are peaceful silence, The rest is white noise. I don’t dream of the future Very much anymore. The present is enough for me— Forever stuck in your revolving door. There is nowhere else to go with you, I’m already at the destination. But I’d happily stay At this dead end with you— I am the runaway train And you are my favorite station. Every day I spend with you Is filled with nervous anticipation And blissful, pure elation. —Michelle Dana Sabado Find me on Instagram @zerowastesunflower

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a-musingmichelle · 2 years

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Please stay I know I said I’d be fine If we ended it tonight But I lied I’m not ready to lose you You are my guiding light Trust me, I’ve tried Not to get so attached to you Not to get caught up in you In my daydreams If only they could come true It’s hard when you tell me That dreaming won’t hurt Don’t you know I’d throw myself on the fire first Because you are the kindest person I know On Earth I am in limbo Between feeling too much and being in love It’s hard not to get what you want But when it comes down to it I only want you In any form or fashion It’s always you So I will take what I can get An hour or a moment You will always be the best part of my day So please stay —Michelle Dana Sabado

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