There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.
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There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.
Maya Angelou
Nizar Qabbani // Franz Kafka
— nizariat
— Nitya Prakash
“The soul usually knows what to do to heal itself. The challenge is to silence the mind.”
— Caroline Myss
I cannot talk to you right now.
I can’t part my lips and spill conversations out: the sentences grow barbs, my mouth doesn’t work, my tongue seizes up, and the words catch. I am choking on them and I can’t spit them out.
The only way I can speak to you is in code.
I have to tell you that I am growing moth wings, that the deep blue Atlantic is writhing under my ribs, that the butterflies in my stomach are trying to bite their way out and I am swallowing bottlesful of hornets to sting them quiet.
That I have stopped being a man and have started being a pillar of salt trying to learn how to rain dance.
That I am eating smoke.
I am trying to tell you something but I think the cipher is written on the marrow of my bones and I don’t want to know what you’ll need to do to crack me.
– Adam Kamerer Patreon || Website
If words were enough to show you, love you, complete you, I would write symphonies and volumes of endless thoughts and feelings just to cover you and comfort you endlessly.
-H. Murcia 9:41 AM 7/6/2021
A writer's conundrum
They say pen is mightier than sword,
But only if your words carry some weight,
Conquerer of future you are,
Imagination is your land,
After all what be the worth of a human
Coz science has already made obsolete
For most both their hands and their head..
War would bring catastrophe,
Inequality would bring revolution,
The difference from the past would be only one,
Hero would be the person who can win the next frontier
And that would be the one who could conquer people's imagination,
The only weapon which could accomplish this feat would be your pen,
So keep penning my fellow writers,
Future is preparing to brace itself,
To witness your unfolding legacies,
Alexander could easily be a neandaerthal,
But no one could ever question Aristotle's relevancy,
Beware of yourself,
You will be your worst critic,
As your writing gets better,
You would see more and more flaws in it,
Why can't I use fancy words to ornate,
Why my metaphors sound so cliche,
What would move my readers,
Do people judge me for grammatical mistakes,
Contemplating would enable your growth,
Frowning you would concoct for yourself,
An empty cage,
Cripple your creativity you will,
If temporary, it will be called writers block,
If permanent, your pen would bid adieu,
Coz that would be all she wrote,
Mistakes are like a solution,
Dipped in them, you can refine your ego,
Inspiration opens up the curtains of your sub-conscious,
Coz Ideas start invading your conscious mind,
You can write your legacy literally,
Just keep your head down and stay on the grind..
59. motions
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i'm losing myself in a blank page
fighting freedom in this gold cage
chained up my mind but it still screams
can't even find peace in my own dreams
cause time is water and i can't swim
this sea's deeper than it first seemed
than i first thought
when these cursed thoughts
first entered my head
just like melting lead
solidifying
falsifying
can i just
breathe.
please.
choking my way up the water
shrugging all that sand off my shoulders
let me find a way to let it flow
let me find a boat and let it float
here i am, here are these words
balancing at the top of my lungs
here are the facts, devoid of all perfection
i'm tired of polishing up their implications
here is my life, see i can't control the motions
of the universe sprawling all around.
there might be more to life than my
own twisted sight of safe and sound.
• through-the-motions (poem + photo) •
- Who defined what's beautiful? -
wrapped around one another —
fitting together like LEGO bricks
skin to skin, double helix:
we're a mattress stitch
graphic by @dougjustice
“It may be the wrong decision, but fuck it, it’s mine.”
— Mark Z. Danielewski
My unsent valentine
I scribble with tears My love to confess I draw and paint over walls of regret, Take photographs of your steps, Dissect my compulsion To recreate every memory, our last kiss In a forbidden fairytale; But all the art in the world Isn’t enough to express Everything you meant to me And so I dedicate my life To piece together fragments, To paint a bigger picture, Write every word missing From the story I couldn’t give you, My unsent valentine.
~ A. A. Roman
Wake up
Poison in our water
Poison in our air
Doesn’t anybody care
Look around
Look at the ground
What, we’re seeking
Can’t be found
Destruction everywhere
Beyond repair
Don’t just stand and stare
Turn a blind eye
One day, you’ll cry
Sigh, ask why, die
Without joy
Something money can’t buy
© 2015 Cora J. Bouzane