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POEM: Silhouette

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POEM: Silhouette

Excited to finally share my #poetry with other #poetrylovers in the #poetrycommunity & #WritingCommunity. @poems-and-words @poetryfoundation @poetrysociety @poetry @poemswords @poetrybomb @writerscompanion @writingcommunityculture Read more: https://blog.emotionesque.ca/index.php/2022/06/20/silhouette/.

trixclibrarian

the matter of us...lacking practice

it is a bit of a trick though since you exert control over the moment of reset you interrupt the flow of interruptions with your red thumb tack stop motion to mark an artificial now as distinct from the larger artifact constructed collaboratively from the group effort of our colluded collective corruption

but it is a good trick too bad it will kill you when you repeat it

that cigarette

flow of smokey river time now for moments no one nor any all need control the water goes

and the matter of us so well-designed to float

only so ill-equipped to let go

trixclibrarian

the matter of us...lacking practice

it is a bit of a trick though since you exert control over the moment of reset you interrupt the flow of interruptions with your red thumb tack stop motion to mark an artificial now as distinct from the larger artifact constructed collaboratively from the group effort of our colluded collective corruption

but it is a good trick too bad it will kill you when you repeat it

that cigarette

flow of smokey river time now for moments no one nor any all need control the water goes

and the matter of us so well-designed to float

only so ill-equipped to let go

thefragilesunshine

you’ve got a voice like the rain, it’s such a serenade, I can’t escape. but don’t worry, my love, I’m in no hurry. the hills in your smile, I’ll soon conquer. you’ve got a voice like the rain, my ears, a tin roof, in your sing sing voice, I can relax. and don’t ever worry, my gorgeous love. I’m in no hurry, my little canary, Let my arms be your freedom, never a cage. you’ve got a voice, like the rain, and I was born to dance in the rain, to the pitter-patter of your serenade, and I’m in no hurry, so don’t you worry. the hills in your smile, I’ll make them mountains, and soon, those I’ll conquer I’ll conquer you.

Letter for my Queen XLII. ( A Voice like the Rain. )

averno-averno

If only there was something

I would write to you all the love I possess but it doesn’t exist. I am wrong in the brain. I don’t miss you. I don’t miss anyone. I don’t feel you. I’ve never felt anything but your skin’s warmth. It’s so cold here in this loveless body. There is no place for living things. Nothing stays. I have put countless innocent hearts in here. But there’s no blood to pump through. It’s all tar and feathers. And I sink. I sink.

sat-ch1t-ananda-deactivated2018

sitting in my car, alone, as it heats, i gaze up into a gold and bronze plated January morning sky, and under its protective beauty i wonder why i ever let my mind wander away, for the universe is so perfectly arranged each moment; mentally, i should kneel at its altar, letting my thoughts bow, while gratefully inhaling its gift of breath, then smiling and embracing the eternity of its now.

me ॐ (via taming-the-monkeys-of-mind)

theartisticcrime

Her Name Is....

I’m trying to speak to you, My heart is beating for you, Wasting a night, thinking of you, And how you’ll never come back. Only with closed eyes you appear, And seems like forever since you been here, with your love I sorely lack, if only you were here Without you, this pain only gets worse, losing you was some sort of a curse. Will time make things better? Can we salvage what’s left, And perhaps thrive together? In a war that can’t be won, Your love wasn’t worth the cost, Your love wasn’t worth the lost, Of my mind, heart and everything. Losing you was always my biggest fear, regretting how you’re not here Losing you brought a tear to my eye, I never wanted a goodbye. I don’t think I’ll love anyone but you I’m sorry that I wasn’t enough. If I had the strength to call you, Would you hang up or Would I still be hung up on you? I don’t know why I expected you to stay, every word I say fades to oblivion. Everybody else tends to walk away, you’ll never want me the same again. I’m not sure, if I’ll ever be secure, But I’m sure I’m safer in your arms, rather than my own four walls, Forever will I be stuck waiting, To be released from this feeling, Of despair and emptiness, Losing you was a bullet to my head, Cursed to a life of loneliness, I know that I’m better off dead. With a tear in my eye, With pain and shame, I suppose I’ll never say your name.

paragonofthrift

I’ve thought better thoughts.

when I was at my worst with him I went for lots and lots of walks beside winter oceans nursing a savage (shameful) wish to walk away into arms that would hurt me in the ways I thought I deserved because someone is better than nothing and sometimes someone can punish you better than you can.

whatsinaname8-deactivated201902

how great if we all could agree that the world would be best if we were each treated as tiny miracles– human beings worth respect. no one is so much greater than any other; each has a part to play. we were all born innocent, we dreamed fantastically, then we played the hand we were dealt.

have patience with your fellow human we are all just trying to figure this out (via 311sarah)

z3ng33kgr7-deactivated20160507

A heart shatters Ground to dust It scatters Adrift a cold wind Swept away Until afar It settles gently Sprinkled across A billion miles Flecks of memories Reborn in stars A universe Built on love

My Cosmic Existence | z3ng33kgr7 (via z3ng33kgr7)

fables-of-the-reconstruction-de

When I think of how you move— when you enter a room, how the room enters you; when you step out into the night, how the night sky falls into your hair— when I think of how you stand as if with nothing in your hands and I have nothing to offer you now save my own wild emptiness— when I think of how you leave the air untouched and how you came into the world my grief had wrecked and made it shine again by simply walking slowly through the dark toward me—love, I think the body is a miracle, that animal whose graceful shadow lies between us, calmed.

Cecilia Woloch, “Grace” (viafables-of-the-reconstruction)

wnq-writers

When I think of you, I can’t breathe, My chest begs for air, And caves in on itself, My lips part and gasp, My ribs burn like the sun, My heart cracks and screams, My brain begs for mercy. Then, I feel my sternum rise, My heart pumps one more time, I suck air into my throat, The burning subsides. For one more moment, One more breath, I have you. I breathe out.

y0ung-and-sick (via wnq-writers)

aubriestar

the trick is

I felt your breath gusting across my face, freshly brushed teeth luring me into minted bliss falling into strong arms bear hugged without the space of why between us the fire kindling slivers of pine sparks glowing warmth the trick is to let the kindling ignite longing searing in a long slow burn through the years

~Aubrie~2016

wnq-writers

When I think of you, I can’t breathe, My chest begs for air, And caves in on itself, My lips part and gasp, My ribs burn like the sun, My heart cracks and screams, My brain begs for mercy. Then, I feel my sternum rise, My heart pumps one more time, I suck air into my throat, The burning subsides. For one more moment, One more breath, I have you. I breathe out.

y0ung-and-sick (via wnq-writers)

sat-ch1t-ananda-deactivated2018

i fall in love with so many pieces of so many hearts, and with so many thoughts, and smiles below eyes that i truly cannot take my eyes off of; so i write. yes, because life is too fleeting to be all i wish to be to so many, so, while this pulse is still beating, i race to breathe my heart into words, and to face, dress and embrace innumerable souls with penned line after line, night after day after night. i write.

me ॐ (via taming-the-monkeys-of-mind)

wordsfillingupmyheart

remembering the past.

i can still hear the music it is ringing in my ears the soothing piano echoing in my mind and i cry, because you are not here sitting beside me on the bench playing all by ear concentrated in the music with your hands dancing over the keys almost not noticing me where i sit beside you and enjoying the sight before me but yeah, that was before and now i can only hear our melody in my mind feel how it resonates within my soul how it pulls on my heart strings and i cry in the surrounding silence while remembering the music of the past

//-Celtic-Poetry

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