A Train Is Always Stopped On the Tracks, and I Wonder If This Is My Stop
Who could have known the way the seeds would sow. The wind carries direction in its palm. Freckles the cheeks with the things that pass through. The dead ties a noose and we savor the taste of the throats beneath our teeth. There is still satisfaction in the wet of the flesh. Capillaries wear out. Pray we stop. Capillaries cry out. Know we can’t stop. The tendrils grow knee-bound. Learn the work in the breaking. The way they’ll still stand, post-fissures. We watch the lace that blooms from bones. Bind ourselves to the birthing. I love you in the hunger.
Rinse and repeat
What goes on in her mind when she wakes in the morning?
Is it a song or a dream
boiling in coffee pot,
two cubes of sugar
and a 15g of satchet milk.
I always find beverage in the morning silly.
Unless I need to back to sleep.
A cup will suffice.
Not tea cups quantity,
a jug full of tea is how I role.
Waking up in the morning
is the strangest thing
I've ecountered as a human being.
One moment you go to sleep
the next you are awake.
Sometimes I wake up and
it feels like my mind did not go to sleep.
It kicks off right where chaos fumes.
On very rare ocassion.
I wake up and it feels like the day
just gave birth to me.
I have to learn simple functions
all over again.
My mind like a baby cries out
for chaos warm milk.
I wish chaos was a negligent mother,
but she's not.
You're the rare ocassion that clouds my mind
when I wake up with a supposed clear mind.
Just before it get tainted by other things,
I close my eyes and pause the film.
Every time I wake up, I must learn how to
love you better than the last day.
An overide that keeps chaos at bay.
What have you done to me that makes me feel
safe anytime I think of you?
Checkmate
This is something like a love letter. This is probably something like a rant. This is too many words, brain-spillage. This is not poetry. This is not prose. I am sorry if that is what you were expecting today. I’m sorry if I am not what you were expecting today. I am not what you need. I am I. I am probably not what you were expecting today. I am single-drop hemoglobin in vast, ocean-endless veins. You are type-O carrying while I am AB-incompatible, toxic. I am I. I am I, inside of I. And I tend to lack the propensity required to carry on conversations. I tend to lack the emotional drive to lend myself to others more than just temporarily. I am I, internal-searching. I am I, inward-facing. This is expulsion. Evac/Recharge. Evac/Recharge. I am lack of responsibility for you. Do not leave your feelings in my hands. Do not expect me to hold water or sand. I am sieve. I am leaking. I am not fit for holding. I am vessel of me. I am awareness-raised yet surprise-unwarranted. When I say I am inconvenient. When I say I am unreliable. When I say I am lacking. I am dissociating. I am I. Please believe me.
Forever and a day
I do not need forget-me-nots, he loves me, he loves me not.
Forget? Forget my first lov, I will not.
Winter storms may have sunk the sun, succumbing beneath the surface of a particularly suffocating snow, but that same buried beam shone upon my parents on the day that I was born.
Except it was not they who were the lucky ones.
The lucky one was me.
There was no greed, no jealousy, no lies, no deceit, that blossomed on that dismal day, for the pollen had distributed already, there upon us three, a new-made family.
Love would now bloom in our hearts, forever and a day.
And that will always be my first love, for all I am was crafted then, and all because of they.
#fiction #fantasy #prose
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Soulmates! Are they real?
Be Careful, the world knows your deepest desires.
Because what makes this phenomenon work seamlessly lifetime after lifetime is the fundamental forces of nature.
The first one is a strong force.
It deals with the nucleus of every atom that holds together protons and neutrons.
The range of its power is microscopic.
The second is Weak Force.
It deals with a nucleus of an atom, but it separates the protons and neutrons.
This process is also known as decay.
The third force is the electromagnetic spectrum.
It is the light of the universe, visible and invisible.
It’s range is infinite, It can’t be blocked or contained.
The fourth force is gravity.
It’s range is also infinite. It can't be shielded against, blocked, or contained.
It permeates every part of the universe, including your heart and deepest desires.
Girl’s, You Need To Run!
Run toward your truth!
Full speed toward your DREAMS!
Believe in yourself & stand tall!
Never bending ot Changing for anyone!
You're BEAUTIFUL, SMART, TALENTED, & KIND!
Repeat those words even if you don't feel it!
Run toward your goals!
Full speed to what makes you happy!
Always, believe that you DO deserve the Best in life!
Remember to stand up for yourself!
Stand up for others that are not as strong!
Stop bullying and shaming one another!
Encourage one another!
Run towards the woman, you are meant to be!
Strive for greatness!
Melissa Kerestes
happy birthday.
You know how in the movies; the deadbeat dad comes to surprise his little girl on her birthday? You know how, as the viewer, you watch and shake your head either in empathy or shame?
But to “Daddy’s Little Girl”, her face will light up in surprise and excitement. Friends and gifts forgotten because now her whole family was here, and it’s felt like forever since she’s seen him.
Before mommy could get mad, he swept her away for a day at the mall. And she will always remember the good parts, despite the many bad.
Growing Up Christian
Cherrypicked chapters of Leviticus read by
Pastors wearing polyblend
Just before working on a Sunday
Make me sick.
Red faced Bible bangers
Proudly proclaim from the pulpit that
you'll inherit the kingdom of God...
Unless you have premarital sex,
Unless you love another woman,
Unless
Unless
Unless.
Meanwhile, the same
Polyblend wearing pastor is
Molesting the mousy church girl
Behind closed doors.
The Bible bangers protect his pride.
"We should pray for him,"
They say, refusing to turn him in.
But oh, if that girl gets pregnant
What is she?
Whore.
Sinner.
Liar.
No matter that she's twelve.
No abortions for you!
(We'll just help him molest your baby later.)
"Keep God in school!"
Where is he when those kids get
Killed?
Was he perhaps
Watching Netflix?
Taking a nap?
But let me guess,
Jesus wanted us to carry guns, right?
(Thou shalt not murder, anyone?)
Fuck hypocrisy.
Fuck being civil to
Relatives who only keep me around
Because one day,
I'll surely be converted!
They hope that one day, I won't be "disgusting"
In the eyes of my uncle,
A man I trusted until
He spat it at me because my grandpa is "queer,"
as they say.
So am I.
(Birds of a feather, I guess.)
Men in the spotlight
molest in the shadows.
Women shouting outside abortion clinics
wish their kids were dead for being gay.
Hypocrites are
Heinous.
Hellish.
Hateful.
I rebuke them in the name of
Sanity.
Hippie ;)
Warm air, hot sand, and garage bands.
Big waves and salty hair,
Cotton candy skies and flutterbyes,
Smells like summer,
Closed eyes and warm embrase,
Sun kissed skin and tropical perfumes,
Peace, love and happieness, and VW vans,
Lots of friends, losts of laughter, and lots of love....
Family? Family!!