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~drowning in the backwater

touch is a ritual

not a metaphor

it's a drunken migration

through my backyard

where the groundwater burns

where the air surrounding us

is mouthless & borrowing time

like circles of voices

bending echoes in the

unrelenting black

but as an aging mirror listens with

the trees

there is nothing more to hear

because the wind that was here

is gone

because hours long

night is dead verbs in an

uncrowded room

made of rain, made of breath

as we archive the scents of our ghosts

& I curl into a comma

my fingers are wet-knots of ink

with the burden of words

my body remembering when your body

was like summer & I was

an iris, unfolding

but now this bed shakes thunder

from a chimera sky

this bed is

heavy with bruised plums

heavy with you

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Written by InkArtist in portal Stream of Consciousness
~drowning in the backwater
touch is a ritual
not a metaphor
it's a drunken migration
through my backyard
where the groundwater burns
where the air surrounding us
is mouthless & borrowing time
like circles of voices
bending echoes in the
unrelenting black
but as an aging mirror listens with
the trees
there is nothing more to hear
because the wind that was here
is gone
because hours long
night is dead verbs in an
uncrowded room
made of rain, made of breath
as we archive the scents of our ghosts
& I curl into a comma
my fingers are wet-knots of ink
with the burden of words
my body remembering when your body
was like summer & I was
an iris, unfolding
but now this bed shakes thunder
from a chimera sky
this bed is
heavy with bruised plums
heavy with you









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~furtherance

 

 

 

 

february is hardly new

     its weakened sky

the changing pitch of clouds

 

winter gauzing trees to cotton

the swells

still a killdeer's nest of nerves

 

sufferance, thy name is wind

squeezing an afternoon

mute with regard to its empty bowl

 

footsteps away, hard light

scatters from a variegated sun

 

it's a quarter to march

told the faded clockface

& I'm distracted to places

in old photographs

     my hands plead pale keepsakes

like night in empty depths

 

putty these versed scars

with necessity

bend stoic through the hold

those small sounds behind breath

that wait the dead

 

broad fields of cloth

    sounding of flags

 

you are only air now

& I own your ghost

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Written by InkArtist in portal Poetry & Free Verse
~furtherance
 
 
 
 
february is hardly new
     its weakened sky
the changing pitch of clouds
 
winter gauzing trees to cotton

the swells
still a killdeer's nest of nerves
 
sufferance, thy name is wind
squeezing an afternoon
mute with regard to its empty bowl
 
footsteps away, hard light
scatters from a variegated sun
 
it's a quarter to march
told the faded clockface
& I'm distracted to places
in old photographs
     my hands plead pale keepsakes
like night in empty depths
 
putty these versed scars
with necessity
bend stoic through the hold
those small sounds behind breath
that wait the dead
 
broad fields of cloth
    sounding of flags
 
you are only air now
& I own your ghost
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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#poetry  #reflection  #thoughts  #personal  #seasons  #introspection  #winter  #sadness  #emotional  #retrospection 
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Written by Brokenangel in portal Poetry & Free Verse

debris.

the demons creep closer towards me,

half-forgotten triggers I left in the debris,

a face I almost forgot existed,

my mind becomes warped and twisted.

colours, certain types of clothes or a tv show,

suddenly become a sudden, unexplainable blow.

tumbling, tumbling down I go,

to the depths of hell I've hidden below.

all I can do is remember, remember,

my solid mask starts to dismember.

the half-buried memories surface in rage,

and my clouded past takes centre stage.

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debris.
the demons creep closer towards me,
half-forgotten triggers I left in the debris,
a face I almost forgot existed,
my mind becomes warped and twisted.

colours, certain types of clothes or a tv show,
suddenly become a sudden, unexplainable blow.
tumbling, tumbling down I go,
to the depths of hell I've hidden below.

all I can do is remember, remember,
my solid mask starts to dismember.
the half-buried memories surface in rage,
and my clouded past takes centre stage.
#poetry  #poem  #thoughts  #fear  #pain  #anxiety  #child  #abuse  #trauma  #spilledink  #ptsd  #triggers  #mentalillness  #illness  #Flashbacks  #did 
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~when it all comes crashing down

 

I’m afraid I won’t remember
the length of your spine
the curve of your jaw
the way your body fills me
with purpose and resolve


I’m afraid that I haven’t
said
the right words
written
the right words


I’m afraid I haven't felt enough


so
before the sun free falls
past the shadow of our moon
& every shade of green
burns day into night


let me rest my head
on the beat of your heart
fill my ribs with
the scent of your hunger


& let me drown myself blue
in the depth of your
endless ocean eyes



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~when it all comes crashing down
 




I’m afraid I won’t remember
the length of your spine
the curve of your jaw
the way your body fills me
with purpose and resolve


I’m afraid that I haven’t
said
the right words
written
the right words


I’m afraid I haven't felt enough


so
before the sun free falls
past the shadow of our moon
& every shade of green
burns day into night


let me rest my head
on the beat of your heart
fill my ribs with
the scent of your hunger


& let me drown myself blue
in the depth of your
endless ocean eyes




lah  2.3.12 ©®

 
#romance  #poetry  #life  #love  #relationships  #thoughts  #personal  #endoftheworldthoughts  #reconnecting 
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~linger

 

 

 

 

 

pretend you're

windowless

& I'm the

unseen

 

 

an unassuming scent

of august rain

that delicately

spins still air

paints walls pink

 

 

like baby-soft breaths

between ribs &

hipbones

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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~linger
 
 
 
 
 
pretend you're
windowless
& I'm the
unseen
 
 
an unassuming scent
of august rain
that delicately
spins still air


paints walls pink
 
 
like baby-soft breaths
between ribs &
hipbones
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
lah  8.9.12 ©®
#poetry  #life  #love  #nature  #thoughts  #personal  #emotional  #seductive  #sensual 
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~foraging heartsease

 

 

 

there are days I dwell on the mundane

and find my deepest agony

in the simplest

things

 

 

those things I can't change

 

 

spilled milk and mosquito bites

lost keys and teenage sarcasm

 

 

and I wonder why

writing poetry won’t keep

the power on

and fighting doesn’t win anything

and crying isn’t cleansing

to the soul

 

 

and I wonder why

twenty-eight degrees in October

doesn’t make me shiver

and liquor never keeps me warm

 

 

and why these goddamn dogs

won’t stop barking at my ghosts

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Written by InkArtist in portal Poetry & Free Verse
~foraging heartsease
 
 
 
there are days I dwell on the mundane
and find my deepest agony
in the simplest
things
 
 
those things I can't change
 
 
spilled milk and mosquito bites
lost keys and teenage sarcasm
 
 
and I wonder why
writing poetry won’t keep
the power on
and fighting doesn’t win anything
and crying isn’t cleansing
to the soul
 
 
and I wonder why
twenty-eight degrees in October
doesn’t make me shiver
and liquor never keeps me warm
 
 
and why these goddamn dogs
won’t stop barking at my ghosts
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
lah  10.5.11 ©®
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Written by Confusheyusss in portal Stream of Consciousness

Words...

Words of past, like wounds

Cut deep; they hurt and fester

Sometimes even more so

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Words...
Words of past, like wounds
Cut deep; they hurt and fester
Sometimes even more so

#poetry  #thoughts  #randomness  #latenight  #mindfulness 
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Written by poeticasymptote in portal Philosophy

Almost

Oh, dear

I wish to answer questions

and maybe I can.

Yet, I cannot.

The visions were too vague

I barely saw it;

and whispers were too soft

I barely heard it.

The brushstrokes

were too subtle,

I could only guess the colors.

How to answer a question

that was (almost) never asked?

How to end a song

that was (almost) never played?

How to end a poem

that was (almost) never written?

Never begins

with Nothing.

Almost

made it complicated.

I am only certain of what was real

the way it is

at my End.

How to know

if it was the End?

Nothing follows.

So, what about the beginning

and end of Almost?

It begins with all;

it ends with most.

----

(If it begins at all, then it ends...at the most.)

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Written by poeticasymptote in portal Philosophy
Almost
Oh, dear
I wish to answer questions
and maybe I can.

Yet, I cannot.

The visions were too vague
I barely saw it;
and whispers were too soft
I barely heard it.

The brushstrokes
were too subtle,
I could only guess the colors.

How to answer a question
that was (almost) never asked?

How to end a song
that was (almost) never played?

How to end a poem
that was (almost) never written?

Never begins
with Nothing.
Almost
made it complicated.

I am only certain of what was real
the way it is
at my End.

How to know
if it was the End?
Nothing follows.

So, what about the beginning
and end of Almost?

It begins with all;
it ends with most.

----
(If it begins at all, then it ends...at the most.)
#poetry  #philosophy  #thoughts  #sadpoems 
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~credence

even if he were wind
dancing drunk, unrehearsed


asymmetrical in his stammer

& stagger
slightly dazed on a ledge
mumbling about Dante


& even if she were clouds
saturated, trembling
suffused by violet confusion
as if her raw posture
begs war


could they founder like rain
come together in healing

relinquish affinity
& charm the gods?











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Written by InkArtist in portal Poetry & Free Verse
~credence
even if he were wind
dancing drunk, unrehearsed


asymmetrical in his stammer
& stagger
slightly dazed on a ledge
mumbling about Dante


& even if she were clouds
saturated, trembling
suffused by violet confusion
as if her raw posture
begs war


could they founder like rain
come together in healing

relinquish affinity
& charm the gods?











lah  4.6.14 ©®
#poetry  #life  #reflection  #love  #alcohol  #relationships  #thoughts  #personal  #introspection  #sadness  #retrospection 
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Written by InkArtist in portal Poetry & Free Verse

~nascence

 

 

 

come now

with your needs

curtsey to the

hunger

the way the sea

lies parallel

to the sky

 

 

wear your arms outstretched

for the salvation

of water

become curved against

the soft blue hush

of resuscitation

 

 

spring lives

on the other side

of the high window

 

 

rebirth nests in

clouds

 

 

a featherbed of comfort

& a collection of wings

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

lah  7.26.12 ©®

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Written by InkArtist in portal Poetry & Free Verse
~nascence
 
 
 
come now
with your needs


curtsey to the
hunger
the way the sea
lies parallel
to the sky
 
 
wear your arms outstretched
for the salvation
of water
become curved against
the soft blue hush
of resuscitation
 
 
spring lives
on the other side
of the high window
 
 
rebirth nests in
clouds
 
 
a featherbed of comfort
& a collection of wings
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
lah  7.26.12 ©®
#poetry  #reflection  #nature  #thoughts  #personal  #introspection  #spring  #emotional 
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