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Shall We Muse — murky

murky Sparkle and smile lines a giggle is a bubble broken a half second too soon warm glow with red overtones what is the cost of ebullient

[voidlightmoon]

I am

what once was lost

broken and afraid

the glory which belies the cost

the price that must be paid

Fractional changing of the air

first hint of winters thaw

sometimes here, sometimes there

a kiss from

a slavering maw

Storms which rage,

and flowers first bloom

the turning of the very last page

the bride, and her groom

hope, a sweetly sighing poem

the cold of this forgotten age

returning, again,

to my home

[storiavitali]

ambitions emerge,

summer swoons oblique

amid the trappings of perfection,

perched above the breach

of seven sands a flame ignites,

shivers of esteem

permit a lapse in self possesion,

writhing with potential

sophic notes collect inured,

to obfuscate a yearning–

restless hips

a classic gait,

the soul resounds

in acquiescent want

[velaskies]

Questions

Are these hands made of human bone and do these words still have the heart to sting, am I the butterfly or simply the bee a slave to the weeds, or a monarch in the process of change

[aubriestar]

a river rushes through this wild heart flooding equidistant points willing spilling hope into parched promises

~Aubrie~2019

[asecondathousandvoices]

love me a blossom love me some trees love me a new route

[mildreflections]

Core

I dug deep into the earth,

From its porous skin to its hardy pastures.

I tunneled through faults and crevices,

The imperfections of our foundation.

And just as above,

With ever falling depth

The air gives up,

Forfeiting the challenges of space.  

There is no real escape for the body,

Hence I shed my skin and pushed forward.

Towards the heat,

Towards the simmering rage of our constant existence,

Towards the slow churning wheels of flame,

That gives us a stable footing.

I wanted to find the core,

The driving force of our home.

And when I chanced upon it,

Jagged and torn through my ordeals,

The star kissed center,

At the reach of my weary self.

When I saw it,

With eyes consumed or slowly being eaten away

By its radiant immensity.

It was then I realized,

The true strength it takes,

To touch a heart.  

                - Mild Reflections

[blank-grace]

through the old swings where he found me, listening to dolly parton and holding the coffee in my stomach. past the house of a boy who lives near a movie theater. I might see both the boy and the movie tonight. past the tennis club, site of tennis lessons and a party that taught me how to pretend to be old. past the old courtyard, where I organized a misguided fight club, where I learned to jump rope, where I fantasized, alone and screaming with a loneliness I knew was temporary, and hated for that fact. I think if I knew I would be lonely forever I would learn to be joyful. and here we are, Jack and I, neither of us happy, both of us in a good mood. he has recently returned from Hawaii. I have been to Central Park fifteen times since summer started. and so we are both new. Jack and I are not in love but the woman who hands me my bagel thinks we are. this might be because we are talking about love, loudly, talking all down Austin Street, Metropolitan Avenue, Manse Street, Juno Street, Kessel Street, Love Love Love we are both in Love and Sad and filling the air with it. how I finally watched all of Star Wars with my boyfriend how he ate dinner with his girlfriend’s mother how my ex is still fucking me up how his girlfriend is still fucking him up how he’s quitting theater how i’m quitting being abstract about things Jack and I are childhood friends and adult friends and we used to meet here and play tag but now we just meet here and talk about love.

Jack And I, Walking Through The Neighborhood, Talking About Love (via blank-grace)

[winetruth]

Vodka

I watched it fade before

Unwavering in the sense that it was gone before I could catch it

I find it disconcerting that first times never last

I find it even more unfulfilling that I never want them to

Recollection of dates and faces

The sad eyes and unchanging expressions

It’s better to leave before you get left

Always better to be the first to pull back from the kiss

I loved once

Or thought I did

I can never be too sure but I learned my lesson and it tasted familiar

Almost like the absence of my father

I have a fear I’ll end up like my mother

Alone and wasted

Reaching for a bottle instead of redemption

-a.a.

[callmelittleelephant-blog]

I hear pain should be specific to be relatable: what was the color of the sweater you wore or the smell of the food in the oven or the TV show playing in the background on the day your world broke in half? I could tell you all of those things but why try to make you feel as if you’d been there when all I wish is that I hadn’t been?

—day sixteen

[lilian-blue]

Guilty

obsessive urges

a mood tucked in blues

as my mind is running

with Hermes’ shoes

I pick up the pen to scream

I have no other means

to think in concrete

from emotions complete

and I stand

with hands behind my back

they’re red

[bottledandspilt]

Bittersweet

I hear the rain softly tapping on the window

As I slumber and continue to burrow

In my blankets, blocking the noise with my pillow

I can still hear your twinkling laugh, see you glow

And I can’t open my eyes yet and go

For in these fragments of dreams, I can make you stay

Make myself believe that you never say

Goodbye, and forget that fateful day

Forget your broken promise, that you ever went away.

[charliewykes]

abject unraveling

No substitutes For the reclusive seer Of illuminating visions Crafting disorder Amidst the minefield Of a mind by design Clearing a pathway To find a means to say What no words could convey Alone as collaboration’s spirit Tore the paper mache wall That covered a void in the soul Readying to explore Human instincts’ need For what lies behind more

[youreyesheldtheworld-deactivate]

Submerged

I come and go like the tides

and often times a lament of waves

washes me away

but I usually wash back up on the shoreline

somewhere down the coastline

I am a cast away

self-stranded debris of wreckage

lost to the ages long forgotten

I am no raft though

for I sink into the abyss

so do not cling to me

I will only pull you under like an undercurrent

leaving you gasping for air

water-lunged 

and gill-less

the sea bed is my tomb

[haikkun]

Wring

Get so good

At making lemonade

From life

That you never

Look at lemons

With anything but delight

Ask for other people’s lemons

Teach them how to squeeze

How to accept with open hands

How to reach for

The sweet

____________________________

Maureen Armstrong @haikkun

[megiddo]

Or all at once

he sidled up to her running his fingers across her arms and shoulders she shivered, said, get the lush off me

M Baumgart

[poetry-insanity]

Will he ever touch me

To an extend where I’m not feeling

Like it’s just the wind

Brushing on my arm

Will he ever be

Someone in my life

Rather than someone

I danced with

Alone at night

Like he’s there

Will I ever

Heal the bite wound

On my soul

That only spirits can give

Just a breeze

Hurting like it’s teeth

[poetselixir]

I really like the thought behind the first few lines