It's my 13 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳
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It's my 13 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳
The Expression of Emotion
Poetry is the expression
Of emotion in silence.
It's meant to be read
And felt.
Shared
And experienced.
Spoken
From lips broken.
To know
We are not alone.
To foster
Connection.
To promote
Empathy.
To express
Complex emotions.
To delight
In shared experiences.
To relate
With humanity.
To remind us
We...
Are...
Not...
Alone!
Copyright by Arlene L. Perez on April 15, 2026
@nosebleedclub
The Sound of Emotion
Music is the sound of emotion
It's meant to be heard
And felt
Shared
And experienced
To dance like wild animals
To clap with loud thunders
To feel the beat
Throughout our entire bodies
Goosebumps spreading from head to toe
The rhythm of our heart beats
Reminding us
We
Are
Alive!
Copyright by Arlene L. Perez on April 3, 2026
@nosebleedclub
Brave
There was a time in my life where you made me feel so small
Unseen
Unheard
Unwanted
Like a wilted flower begging for the sun
Plucking my petals only leaving a mess
You hurt me to hurt her because I was an easier target
Not even having to aim you destroyed your child
There are scars on this body
And blood stains
Carved in retribution
Claiming control
Fighting back at only ten and two
With fire in my eyes and anger in my heart
Protecting myself in a house of cowards
Remembering I had a voice
I was not silent
And I would no longer allow you to bully me into submission
I prevailed
The Expression of Emotion
Poetry is the expression
Of emotion in silence.
It's meant to be read
And felt.
Shared
And experienced.
Spoken
From lips broken.
To know
We are not alone.
To foster
Connection.
To promote
Empathy.
To express
Complex emotions.
To delight
In shared experiences.
To relate
With humanity.
To remind us
We...
Are...
Not...
Alone!
Copyright by Arlene L. Perez on April 15, 2026
@nosebleedclub
The Sound of Emotion
Music is the sound of emotion
It's meant to be heard
And felt
Shared
And experienced
To dance like wild animals
To clap with loud thunders
To feel the beat
Throughout our entire bodies
Goosebumps spreading from head to toe
The rhythm of our heart beats
Reminding us
We
Are
Alive!
Copyright by Arlene L. Perez on April 3, 2026
@nosebleedclub
The End.
I am
Beyond done
More than...
Well done.
Burnt...
Doesn't even
Explain
Where
Or what
I am.
More than
Charred.
Maybe
I am
Incinerated.
I am
Fucking
Done!
Copyright by Arlene L. Perez on April 10, 2026
The End.
I am
Beyond done
More than...
Well done.
Burnt...
Doesn't even
Explain
Where
Or what
I am.
More than
Charred.
Maybe
I am
Incinerated.
I am
Fucking
Done!
Copyright by Arlene L. Perez on April 10, 2026
The Sound of Emotion
Music is the sound of emotion
It's meant to be heard
And felt
Shared
And experienced
To dance like wild animals
To clap with loud thunders
To feel the beat
Throughout our entire bodies
Goosebumps spreading from head to toe
The rhythm of our heart beats
Reminding us
We
Are
Alive!
Copyright by Arlene L. Perez on April 3, 2026
@nosebleedclub
The Sound of Emotion
Music is the sound of emotion
It's meant to be heard
And felt
Shared
And experienced
To dance like wild animals
To clap with loud thunders
To feel the beat
Throughout our entire bodies
Goosebumps spreading from head to toe
The rhythm of our heart beats
Reminding us
We
Are
Alive!
Copyright by Arlene L. Perez on April 3, 2026
@nosebleedclub
The Sound of Emotion
Music is the sound of emotion
It's meant to be heard
And felt
Shared
And experienced
To dance like wild animals
To clap with loud thunders
To feel the beat
Throughout our entire bodies
Goosebumps spreading from head to toe
The rhythm of our heart beats
Reminding us
We
Are
Alive!
Copyright by Arlene L. Perez on April 3, 2026
@nosebleedclub
Hope Returns
My youth died when hope was lost
Hope was lost when my youth died.
A vicious cycle of codependency
Codependency is a vicious cycle.
Turning cycles circling within
Within circling cycles turning.
Brain on constant repeat
Constant repeat brain on.
Numbing the pain lasts maybe 5 minutes
Maybe 5 minutes numbing the pain lasts.
Life parades paradoxes perfectly
Perfectly Paradoxes life parades.
Hope mascarades as youth
Youth mascarades as hope.
It is not a thing with feathers
Feathers is not a thing hope is.
Hope is housed within our hearts
Hearts is the house of hope.
Rather, hope grows like a seed
Like a seed hope grows.
Copyright by Arlene L. Perez on March 7, 2026
Weather Metaphors of Me
I am the gentle breeze--Who
offers sweet relief-- In
extreme humid heat.
I am the mighty gale--Who
Freezes you out-- In
Frighteningly frigid temperatures.
I am the Cyclops of All Cyclones--Who
Blasts you away--In
Blundering winds.
I am the drought-- Who
Dries you out--In
Desperate dehydration.
I am the Sun shower--Who
Replenishes your soul--In
Silky soaken showers.
I am the Sun--Who
Splashes you with joy--In
Rays of shine.
Copyright by Arlene L. Perez on March 3, 2026
A Slowly Spreading Disease
A shadow has spread throughout this land
A canker sore on our nation
We pick at it like a festering wound
Trying to drain out all the poison
While leaving the cancer behind
It's a mitotic rate of 1,
But slowly gaining traction
Now it's a 3 and
Leading up to total destruction
This disease malignantly spread
throughout our body.
We need to surgically
remove it from our cells
like
Chemotherapy targeting the dividing cells
Like
Radiotherapy damaging them
Like
Immunotherapy weaponizing
the immune system.
We are dying patients
Waiting for fake doctors
Within a faulty and fraudulent system
To heal us from ourselves.
It's a total self obliteration.
Copyright by Arlene L. Perez on March 3, 2026
Back Burner
I'm on the back burner
Simmering on low and slow
Bubbling and boiling
Steady, yet ready
Stir me up
So I don't burn.
Copyright by Arlene L. Perez on October 18, 2018
No Contact
This time
I chose...
To move on
To stop living in the past
To quit reliving my trauma
To make new memories
To find new family
I chose...
This Time!
Copyright by Arlene L. Perez on March 3, 2026
Windows to the Soul
The truth behind her eyes
Says everything, yet nothing at all.
She learned the art of acting
When she was just so small.
She learned at a young age
"You can catch more flies
With honey than vinegar"
And we smile with our eyes.
She practiced in her mirror
Learning the art of persuasion
Was more than mere words
Using our eyes helped the occasion.
Looking into her eyes
Is a reflection of your soul
You see what she wants you to see
Mirroring souls is her goal.
Copyright by Arlene L. Perez on March 1, 2026
Prompt from @nosebleedclub