I turn up the volume of my inner monologue hoping it reaches an outstretched ear, praying it doesn’t get washed away in a sea of thoughts.
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transude
ensconced
in my stony cave skipping those
amusing sciolistic rocks across
mellifluous stream with my own
practised backhand there’s
your scent
lingering
on the fallow bract of me
which sends me drifting half-
crazed or cocked through
gauzy disjunction awaiting
our next
dilation.
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Cede them nothing / Hide your emotion
In this poem, I describe the contrast between the simplicity of positivity discourse and the complexity of base emotion, particularly triumph in victory, underlining the unknowability of our experience and the rediscovery of losses.
In this still standard setting
there's no mention of tesseract
quantum uncertainty
or any paradox as such
Just positive attitude,
opportunity, and how to spot it
priming the circuitry,
to recognise something new
or to uncover what's now old
From there emerges a conclusion
as to how little reaches deep
where our conscious mind
enters actual experience
not subconcious, black magic,
or territory-reality maps
just switching attention,
and unearthing temps perdu
a simple start for the win
and dovetailing with this plan
of embracing a higher goal
such as is prefered to have
So, I, naked to everyone
possessing higher thought
spending an iota of time
enjoying life's offerings
even negative emotions
assuaged in light relief
from the raw, uncut
shit rising from below
The gluttony of eating
The guilt of victory
Shame for losing ground
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crystals cleansed
under the light of a full moon
mindset magicked
by the strike of night's noon
silence drops
across your view:
go into your day,
refreshed, anew
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Date someone who will make you laugh even if it’s 2:30 am and you’re lying in bed, crying because you sat there and overthought
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Oh, sweet nature,
How I beg,
To disappear within you.
Mankind can hold no candle to you,
yet he continues to dirty you so,
As if you could not
let out a mighty roar
and destroy him entirely.
-Nikki A
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(776) hozier
i'm not ashamed of being lame or mendicant
cause your touches mend -
stabilize me like i'll cradle you
when you lay on my hands
nailed to the door,
cause i'd take ninety-five percent of your pain when we're equally poor
so when you can
straddle my coronate, laurelate my biblical dispense
you can pay off all debts if you think if you don't you're damned
in the carnal sins of the beast with a wall at two backs
damn me, the cross-nails bleed rosier
they bloom on our spines and our wrists in ink bright
and possessive, i bind you up, red thread and white
sacrifice
frankincense and myrrh, you swing me like censers
and pen me in smoke,
oh, my hands cramp and my throat clamps
songwriting like hozier
venus, you come from the sea to arrest me
dripping through suburbia
i'd volunteer up my wrists to be cuffed
but my hearth seizes, my dear
i'm someone pulled tight
stretched thin, on titania
broiling in the midsummer
seasoned right to greet with a knife
the wild hunt's ruin
i'll take the step for men and women kind
enough to turn down your offered bread and wine
like my childhood communion days i'll take hands full
damn me, the doubt-knells get cozier
they kiss up our spines and our wrists in sound bright
and obsessive, you strike my colors, red thread and white
sacrifice
frankincense and myrrh, you swing me like censers
and ring me in smoke,
oh, my hands shake and my voice breaks
songwriting like hozier
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I used to be your favorite coat
Full of flair and style always a complement to your ensemble
The one you picked for a Friday night out
Or dinner at that fancy diner
When you needed to leave a lasting impression
Many a storm we’ve weathered together
Then you put me aside and picked another
I no longer went places with you
Dumped and worn left to collect dust at the corner
With each passing day I fade with thoughts of what would have been
The once colourful pastels are now a drab eyesore
Moldy and rotting are my new found status while you globe trot with your new found love
I’m envious and yet still hopeful that you’ll pick me out
If not for old times sake, for me to feel worthy of your affection again
As I age maybe not so gracefully with hope that you might change your mind
Oh what I’d give to be your favorite pick again
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newbury street
i think that i think that you might be the love of my life
isn’t that crazy to say?
because i think so too, and sometimes i think
it’s just for today, but then i
find myself thinking that every day
sometimes you don’t really reply me
but then my best friends never do
and that’s something i’ve just gotten used to
before your train ride to new york,
you stood by the tracks watching as i walked away
you wouldn’t stop waving at me
i thought, “jesus this guy has to
make a laugh out of everything, even
the longest goodbye,”
and i waited till you turned away to watch you leave
you ran after the train because it stopped too far
ahead, you’re just a tiny boy with a small suitcase
making a mess out of everything
and i retrace the steps that we’ve taken before while
new places grow familiar from the thought
of you, and all of those ice cream shops
i’ve tried are as much for me as they are
for you, and i know every day’s too much to
look through the windows and hope you’re in stock,
but you’ll see newbury street in new york
and think of me in all the places we haven’t gone,
even if just for a moment.
and if you think of me everyday, maybe we can
water our love as a seed sitting by my
window, next to the one that you got
for me; the baby shoots have grown
and i’ll sit here watching
no matter where you’ve
been or whether or not you decide to
leave.
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The moon dyes their skin a colour only I can see. The beautiful, silky silver caresses their skin as I breathe in their essence.
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lets check out this beautiful country and its endowing attributes
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Emerging purpose / Pathways elucidated
Similar to the loop
That sends us the new way
there it is complementary
Without being monotonous
Harmony, joy, passion, love
The bonds of these
Who doesn't jump back down
Yet adapt with professionalism
the happy life peppered with relay
for a buoyant life
When the risk is to drown
Voted for some support
Having begun to find need
technically on command
Is all very well
But to seat the essentials
How to react now
If the army is lost
Add a downward yard
Pick up speed
Is the absence of stops
Mark the way with candles
Hammer it safety pegs
Use a rope and harness
All these reflexes
Precautionary activities
somewhat absent
When those things I prefer
have jostled the brain
Take to meditating
In zones of danger
Adopt, adapt mother Lightness
Find my way into battle
Invite other moments
To escalate their self
Not so hard after all
To keep everything oiled
Embed general instruction
seems to negate the bare
of what risk can there be
if living in a constant state flows
(if/when) force output dipped
A demonstrably success
Trickles down a scale
Not a diminishing feel
In and of itself
But a contributing network
Where it's the reward system
Is what begins to fail
A higher state I achieved
All is bright and well
But when prodded a little
Something reveals a learned chink
Weakly a purpose emerges
Disarming any the day
That to once thought the way
Motivation revealed
Pathways elucidated
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#SPARKSINSEPTEMBER PROMPTS
we're back for year three of these september prompts!
heaps of you have been sharing last year's prompts this month, so i felt like i should also post the official 2022 list if you want a new selection to try. use your imagination to interpret these as loosely or literally as you like, and don't forget to tag me / use #sparksinseptember so i can read your words!
ice cream, melting
(nothing) especially interesting
exercised caution
double take
an excuse for a night out
80s jams in the underground
favourite singers
love in the laneways
georgia boy
coffee is always a good idea
blue stained glass
victorian gothic
amber glass bottles
transport tales
mind the gap
where we're walking
the skim of wings
the feeling of familiar
oxymoron
the colour of coconut
disconnect to reconnect
street art
under offer > sold > for sale
the last time i saw you
reconcile
internal monologue
the scent of jazz
side glance
repair, rewear
first times
check out the 2021 prompt list HERE.
or, try the original 2020 prompts HERE.
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I want connection, conversations, shared interests. Yes that’s what I want
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