One Day To Be Heard

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[speaktothevoid-riselikethesun]

Floodlights

Stretch their long ghostly fingers

They crawl up on every wall

Their pale vines stretch over the walls

Their reflection shines in the tile

No matter how fast

No matter how far

The floodlights reflection always stay a little in front

A little behind

A constant by your side.

[speaktothevoid-riselikethesun]

The Damsel and The Dragon

I am both

The damsel and the dragon

Locked up within my mind

Kept prisoner by myself

And I sit here in my tower waiting for a knight

But why do I wake up?

Why do I bother getting out of my bed

If for so many years

Nobody has come

Each day lies the same

Separated in white little boxes

An endless river

There is no variant

Yet every day I awake

To the same room

With the dark wooden bed

That has worn along with me

But that’s the trick

We haven’t worn at all

We’ve stayed protected

Guarded

Secluded

There is nothing to make us worn

Nothing to show that it has been touched

By pale slender hands

With unchipped nails

And smooth baby skin

No proof I existed

Yet every day I awake

To the same window

The bricks sit polished

Not even a crack

Sharp edges

Look pristine

Perfect

Boring

Lifeless

I wait and I wait

I sit upon a wooden stool

A hard stool

With a round curved top

And four legs

The wood shines in the sun

It shines in the moon

It does not waver

Day or night

It is stable

Too stable

Every day I spare a glance out the window

Hoping for the lack of emerald scales

Beneath my pristine brick window

Yet everyday the dragon sits

Not breathing fire but words

They don’t burn my skin but my heart

But not

My skin is smooth

No proof that I ever did anything but sit and wait

Because I didn’t

Because everyday I sit here

Locked up behind

Perfect walls

That hide

The broken person inside

Sometimes

I sit here waiting for the perfect night to come

When a brave knight comes and silences the dragon

To save the damsel

But then I remember

I am the damsel just as much as the dragon

To save me you must fight me

And kill that part of myself

But then I think

If I can be the damsel and the dragon

Perhaps I can be the knight

[speaktothevoid-riselikethesun]

Numb

I feel numb

In every aspect of my being

I feel as if I’ve worn a mask for too long

Like a fraud

A fake

Incapable of being me

I want to feel everything

Anything

I want to start directing my own life

Jump out of the backseat

But the cars always moving on a crowded highway

And jumping out to switch places would be sure death of me

And so I do anything

To make myself feel

I write ALL CAPS TO FINALLY FEEL

AND MAYBE IF I CRY ILL FINALLY FEEL REAL

And when I scream it all comes out

And it all feels so real

Until I am quiet

And I return to routine

Unfeeling

Numb

And so I go to school

I smile for my friends

I laugh at everything

Sharp cutting sounds

That wound me

But perhaps if I fake it enough

It will finally feel real

My cheeks hurt at the end of the day

They strained themselves keeping up the guise

I get so caught up in being a fraud

That I forget that I’m not real

And as soon as I shut my door

Thick molasses drips out my eyes

And sticks in my throat

I don’t feel sad

But I cry

And when I sit down for dinner

I wipe away my tears

Accuse the cats for my puffy eyes

I speak in rhythm with everyone else

I mirror what they do

I smile when they smile

I frown when they frown

I nod and agree

Because I know it wouldn’t be tolerated

If I told them about how I feel like I’m constantly under water

The lights blur together

The sounds are distant

My limbs aren’t my own

So I shut up

And I mirror

And go on without feeling

Anything but

Numb

[speaktothevoid-riselikethesun]

Mosquitoes

Mosquitoes buzz around

Nagging

I feel their soft brushes against my skin

Every landing

Every take off

I feel every bite

Their tiny teeth

Sinking lower

Grasping hold

And sucking out my blood

I swat them away

Aggravated

Wondering why they won’t just leave me alone

But it doesn’t help

They continue to land

They continue to take away what’s mine

My arms flail uselessly

Trying to shoe them away

But they never give up

Their wills of iron have them attacking me

And so I wonder

Is this how I feel to you?

[poetrythreesixfive]

Post Intellectual

People like looking at pictures

more than poems and reading;

people like following fashions

more than thinking and leading.

People like base entertainment

more than knowing and meaning;

people don’t like facing facts

because ignorance is demeaning.

[speaktothevoid-riselikethesun]

Dusk

Just as the sun turns orange

It’s hot fingers touch the clouds

And the moon becomes eager

For the sky to turn black

So it may stand out in the way

It could never during day

It happens at dusk

When everything is so busy

Busy focusing on their own little show

Glowing brighter

Displaying magnificent colors

They all become to preoccupied

To disguise the sky

The sky dulls purple

Bruised

From the wishes thrown above

From the prayers

From the planes and the birds

From the clouds

Ever suppressant

And it is right at dusk you may see

Without the masks the clouds and the sun force it to wear

The sky in its truest form

Bruised and broken

Yet beautiful to me

The bright bruised sky

[mommanannon]

I failed myself I failed myself when it came to you I wanted so bad to be the perfect housewife Then when that failed to be the perfect working wife I enjoyed writing and putting thought to word However my words meant nothing to you So I let them go I loved baking and playing in the kitchen But some of my creations didn’t taste the best You wanted me to stick to what I knew So I stopped playing with food To the point where you would tell people I could only cook two things Eventually I stayed out of the kitchen Feeding us out of boxes and cans Instead of ideas and love I used to love bright lipsticks And playing with my face However if it wasn’t simple and plain I looked like a whore or a clown So I stopped doing my make up I used to love rearranging the house and making it new environments But you hated not having your spot perfectly positioned for gaming So I left the house stagnant I could go on and on About the things I let go In order to make myself the woman you created in your mind However I started seeing that The changes made you resent me more When the meals stopped, I had become lazy When the house stayed one way, I was the slob When I stopped doing my makeup, I no longer had pride in myself When I stopped coloring, painting or writing Which were all a waste of time sitting on my fat ass I stopped caring about life Each thing I changed to try and please you Only made your opinion of me less Now I sit in a pile of rubble of my old life Realizing how much I failed myself Trying to be the wife That I am not sure you even truly wanted me to be However with each day that passes I am throwing that woman away I am cooking, baking, writing and playing with makeup again I am rediscovering the woman I was meant to be I may have failed myself, however life has given me a second chance And I am going to be the brightest sunflower in the garden I will not fail myself again

[speaktothevoid-riselikethesun]

Untouchable

Satisfaction

Lays just out of reach

The tips of my fingers brushing it

Just as the stiff cloth brushes my skin

Never truly fitting

And my search for this wonder lies

Just above

Every time I get closer

It begins lifting

Until it look unattainable

Unreachable

Untouchable

Imagine if once

Even just for a day

You were happy with who you were

A day to rest

To stop fighting the crowd around you

All reaching towards the same ball of light

With its calming blue light

And serene ponds

What would happen

If I

Were proud of who I am

If I didn’t wake up and already feel my heart

Thump thumping

Because every days a race

A competition

With high goals

So at last I may

Close my eyes and say

“I am satisfied”

[no1isworthless-deactivated20210]

Stab A Heart You Make A Kill

You stabbed the heart and made the kill I leaned down and picked up the flower Deep in the tower In the corner I hold it still Listening deeply for the feel Dragons breathing fire Could not get higher I fly None are rich enough To buy her I have Her flower If you dare reach back Stop the heart attack I would gladly Give it back But humble humility is more difficult Than an ocean rising up in the wind You don’t A living heart attack without feeling you lack Stabbing the heart You made the kill Within There is no feel

By:  Minister Peacefulpoet (word witch)  11/5/19

[speaktothevoid-riselikethesun]

Happiness is hot summer nights when you go to bed in nothing but a tshirt. Nights when you can hear the buzzing of the air condition as it struggles to make it bearable. Nights when you go, or rather try to sleep by throwing off your blankets but it’s still too sticky and then a little while later as you’re laying there in wait, you realize you’re just barely chilly. Then you reach out for something or someone warm. It’s that reflex that’s happiness. Happiness is that warmth you reach out to grasp on sticky summer night. Happiness is safety,

Happiness is numbing winter mornings. Morning where you wake up and throw on layers and layers of warmth. Morning where you can see your breath puff up in flurries of smoke. When everything is covered by a clean white. Morning where you go outside for a walk but your hands go numb and your nose turns a bright red and runs, but you realize that you’re feeling just barely a little warm. Then quickly, you let go of your jacket. It’s that reflex, the reflex to let go and feel what’s around you. Happiness is free.

Happiness is rainy spring afternoons. Afternoons when you sit inside watching as the rain pours down from above. Afternoons where the sound of billions of raindrops pour from above and hit the ground sounding like a dull applause. Afternoons where the low rumble of thunder and the cracks of lightning are the only thing to accompany you. Afternoons where you sit inside with the scents of fresh flowers and your warm tea set you into a relaxed haze. Then you realize, that the rain has just barely let up so you go outside. You let the rain and wind soak you and whip you hair and tug your sleeves. It’s that reflex to leave the safety of your home to join the chaos. Happiness is jumping into the rain and being tugged around. Happiness is messy.

Happiness are crisp autumn nights. Nights With leavfes turning all shades of red orange and brown. Nights where the dim glow of pumpkins shine through your window and the aroma of apple pie waft off the $5 candle from Walmart. Nights where you sit on your couch binging a show until you realize that your eyes are just barely sore from the screen so you go outside where it’s much darker than you thought. It’s that reflex to walk into the unknown. Happiness is walking through a dark forest without any direction. Happiness is confusing.

Happiness is are slow walks on warm morning, jogs on cold nights. Happiness is blurry mist in the morning, clear water on a lake. Happiness is dry summer days, wet spring afternoons. Happiness is the cold, the hot, the everything in between. Happiness is everywhere.

[speaktothevoid-riselikethesun]

IMPORTANT:

I opened my submissions and inbox once again after the October purging! I completely revamped the tagging system and unfollowed many accounts, so feel free to drop usernames in my inbox for me to check out! I’m avoiding larger accounts so I may promote smaller lesser known accounts instead because I feel many of the very good poetry accounts on tumblr are overlooked. Sadly, when revamping the tagging system tumblr pulled, well, a tumblr and decided to crash and delete practically all submissions and asks. If you notice your poem has been deleted or not posted yet, please submit it once again. Sorry for the inconvenience darlings! ♾(❤️^♾)!

[leahlxd]

Scars

Those scars on your body,

Straight and shiny,

And those scars on your heart:

Twisted and purple,

I know you remember exactly why

They are there.

I know you remember the story

Of each and every one.

 *

But what I know you forget

Is how hard you fought

For that fresh wound

To become a faded scar.

What I know you forget is how

You persevered

To heal,

Persevered to

Chase the light;

Learnt to celebrate the small joys,

And let yourself

Feel through the pains of growing.

 *

Your scars are your breadcrumbs:

The trail you leave

To show where you have been,

What you have learnt,

The things you have picked up along the way.

Do not forget how hard you

Fought for that scar

To fade.

Do not forget your worth.

*

*

by @leahlxd

[speaktothevoid-riselikethesun]

And so I sit

And so I sit here lost

Diving in the depths

No up

No down

Just the deep with no direction

Desperately searching

Hoping to find

Who I am

What I am

Why I am

Yet there is nothing in sight

So I try to swim up

Refusing to give up the fight

Grasping

Gasping

Trying to find something solid

To pull me up from the depths

To find me

[ideas-are-bulletpro0f-deactivat]

I feel like I’m Starting to question who I’ve become Swore I was gonna be someone Do something But I’m so static it makes me sick I think it gets worse at night I lose any insight I might have had with the kindness of the light The warmth of other people Once such an oversight

Sometimes my guilt devours me Ashamed that I’m not who I thought I’d be Despite the privilege I have I decided to sabotage Myself and then camouflage the signs In fact, I never told anyone Sometimes I lie to myself about it To alter my reality and Ease my harsh mentality Cause I don’t wanna die just yet, Don’t wanna be one more fatality

So where do I go from here? Honesty is not my policy And I don’t think that I can bare Facing the music, addressing the nuisance Of the shit I caused just so I could abuse Myself ’till I was too far gone to care

[justalittleunderrehearsed]

The problem with inspirational sayings is...

The problem with inspirational sayings is They assume so much.

They assume you have a dream They assume you have a team They assume you’re trying, instead of just slowly, slowly, slowly, slowly dying

“There are no limits” when you have no will “Everything happens for a reason” when you’re standing still “Rise up” when you have no reason to stand “Hold onto your loved ones” when you look around and see no hands “Live, laugh, love” when you feel alone “Believe in yourself” when you’re just skin and bone

“Inspiration” isn’t meant for people like you With nowhere to go and nothing to do No one to be with, nothing to be Nothing to listen to, nothing to see Nothing’s right, but nothing’s quite wrong Just live a life drifting along

And it’s quiet, quiet, quiet, quiet In a silence that’s always screaming I don’t buy it I’m through with dreaming

[lil-bonzai]

In the Midst of a Song

In the midst of a song: The sun sets; Street lamps cast a sulphuric haze As hooting creatures stumble on In a drunken daze; Once friendly cobblestone stepping-stones  Prove unyielding enemies to heeled individuals; Cats, rats, and bats Become spirit guides that slink  Inbetween the border of  Day and night; The bridge illuminates like a runway A solo stage over the azure river. And when it ends, I cease my dancing feet and  Began to tread carefully into the dark. || shieldtheclouds || unconsciously poetic ||

[morealivethanbeautiful-deactiva]

PLACEBO: working together together together

did you hear me screaming at hell like hell because hell?

hell, i browse the internet but it’s just stagnant pixel-

porn, nothing really happening in the locale of ranked-choice

voting and people rolling their eyes to veto free-will, which has

cursed their bloody colonialist soul– not because it came on the

mayflower, but because it didn’t come to the conclusion

that 

no one knows what they’re doing

until they close their eyes and search their shallow skulls

for depth in the black ecstasy of self-realization: i still don’t know

how i antagonize the agony, because in hell we all suffer,

but that doesn’t like matter when like

all i am, is 

like, whatever:

the effectual affect is still the 

damn? same.