The Impossible Poem

Impossible Poetry Prompts. (submissions open) Impossible Poetry/Art Loved. (community picks)

[eatsleepdraw]

Casey Kawaguchi

[thedailydoodles]

[thedailydoodles]

"A Close Call"

As Alex Dorsey looks across the yard at Mariangela Diaz, he has no idea that in 99.99999% of the parallel universes that him and Mariangela both exist in, they actually meet at this party and embark on a horribly destructive and lengthy love affair that ruins both of their lives and leaves them bitter, hollow shells of their former selves… creating a legacy of pain and sorrow for generations.

FORTUNATELY, this version of Alex and Mariangela happen to live in the parallel reality where Mariangela picked up smoking at the age of 16 (which only occurs in .00001% of the parallel universes she and Alex exist in), so that when Alex spotted her from across the room, he thought to himself “I don’t like smoking” and then quickly looked away… never to think of her again.

While each of their paths in time always lead them here to this party, in this universe they thankfully do not continue together… both of them never knowing how close they came to lives of pure misery.

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[thedailydoodles]

[thedailydoodles]

"The Space Between Space", a Haiku

The space between space Watching the moments in time Hiding in plain sight.

(Starring the regal Ragini of Khyaal.tumblr.com!)

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[maza-dohta]

Learn from the river, the art of moving on without ever letting go.

Pavana पवन (via maza-dohta)

[nickmiller]

[mysearchforwisdom]

or i might sit at the bar listening hard to all the plot lines winding in and out of all the mouths

praying on the subtle indiscriminate honesty as drunken fools seem less like tools and more like empty vessels of visceral desire looking for smiles that might stoke the fire of self, building worth to their lips as though their mind were atlantis rising from the depths to expose a whole cultured world of beauty beneath the icy lips of inebriated boys who have the capacity to be men.

[fatma-sketchbooking]

Split?

[theyuniversity]

[impossiblepoem]

Decathect 

Pronunciation: (dē"ku-thekt'), [key] —v.t.  to withdraw one's feelings of attachment from (a person, idea, or object), as in anticipation of a future loss: He decathected from her in order to cope with her impending death.

"uncool ways of decathecting" — Mike Doughty (lyric from Looking At The World From The Bottom Of A Well)

[thepeoplesprintshop]

The heavenly work of artist Sergio Lopez.

[jayarrarr]

Solar Flair

That chance you took, despite disbelief in its granting — sighs drifting across mutual wavelengths measured only by drops of silence melted and fallen to earth. We adjusted, our light lifted and weight shifted towards. It is mutual. When between yawns you speak to me in honeyed whispers as day drags its stilted feet, ever- tethered to yester, yet we do not look back. You tease it out of me, that smile cracking crimson as we tangle lines and limbs, unaware and unadorned. Your fingers, intimate cartographers of the landscape of my skin, tracing routes towards dreams, pulsing still through heavy-lidded dusk, light cutting fog, a beacon — pulling us forward, guiding us home. © 2014 by Jennifer R.R. Mueller

[just-art]

The Mute Singer by Raman Djafari

[girlvswhale]

Note to Self:

We all make choices. They are not always the right ones. They are not always the ones we want to make. Sometimes you have to give up something great, to keep the rest of your life safe. Sometimes you can’t be selfish, you have to be selfless. If you think just because two people want each other means they will get to be together, I will show you the ledger of my heart. I am full of love for other people that I never got to share. I am full of love that will never see the sun.

Some love does not always find a way. Some people are just dead ends, beautiful streets that go nowhere. Some people are just a picture of an exotic place you can hold in your hand, but you will never ever get to touch.

[maza-dohta]

My heart is a floorboard that creaks every time your memory passes through reminding me of all the places inside of me that no longer exist but are still so full of you.

 || Maza-Dohta   (via maza-dohta)

[bobschofield-deactivated2018101]

ALL THESE CHERRY BOMB EX-LOVERS by Bob Schofield

for Mason Shreve

[farewelltour-deactivated2022020]

Deceased

I wonder if I woke up dead and didn’t even notice because I drifted through the day and never even felt a thing.

[seaofmysoul-deactivated20140402]

Love, Lend Me Your Lips for Awhile

Love, Lend me your lips for awhile, for I cannot walk away from this. Years we have waited Yearning for this chance Though the night is now upon us, It is too soon to part. My body is aching for your touch Your fingers caressing my face, Tracing the nape of my neck, Twisting through my hair The kiss slows Lips barely touch I breathe you in My heart throbbing My head spinning You take my hand in yours The warmth radiates in my soul You pull me closer I melt into your chest Love, Lend me your lips for awhile, for I cannot walk away from this.

[urhajos]

Silvia Pelissero