#blotchedpoem

[moonsblaze]

i told so

and you scream with me

inside

with no sound

quiet

with no sound

without sky

we wil die

with no fucking sound

[charliewykes]

night conversations

Talking to myself Early in the morning
. Where the only reason That I am not put away Is because I can write It all down
on paper Or a digital screen. Whether it's in our mind Or outside that pinkish Grey mystery of matter Places proverbial hands On the verbal object Which holds these words Reassuring their certainty.

[infinite-cacophony]

Reverie over turbid waters

A leaf floats on still waters

Oranges and reds dissolving

In a pool of warm water.

.

In the silence I find much needed peace

Only for it to be shattered

As a raven takes flight

And I can restrain no longer.

.

Bring me joy

And bring me peace

I’ll stab you in your sleep

Not for cause

But just to see

What these dreams are made of.

.

Round and round we dance

Circling a burning bush

And a burning man

While the sounds of the flames grow louder.

.

And in this same place at a different time

Love was true

life was not harsh

and you were still alive to hold my hand.

.

But today we lie within the waters

Prepared to pay the debt to Chaac

To bring the cleansing rains and thunder

and cry no-longer.

.

The leaf disappears

Into the tear-filled turbid waters

and I still see your face upon its broken surface

and my soul drowns for a little longer.

[anatomy-of-an-abigail]

Sometimes

in my most desperate moments

I wonder if everything that connects

me to you

ends:

Movies

Music

Books

Us

[sparkandashes]

[annoyingfireskeleton-blog]

Little things.

I spy with my little eye...

The heartbroken, trying to smile through the day without spilling the pain begging to be released. The unmistakable sign of utter defeat in each smile. The silent scream: 'stop fucking my life up,godammit'.

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The afternoon, bringing taciturnity in a raging world. The soft summer breeze. The bright sun glaring at a silent hour. A lone cry somewhere far. A solitary 'coo' in the air.

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The unsettling thoughts, creating unnecessary anxiety. The sudden throwbacks showering upon like monsoon in the Doons. The forgotten regrets, unkept promises, incomplete vows. The one night in late February when your words were my only salvation. The cold winter when I was painfully alone. The million dollar question: 'Why?!?!'. The sudden silence. The crippling feeling of being watched.

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Oh my little eye, what do you see now?!

----- Reshita.

[chuckakot]

No matter how you ignore me, my feelings for you never subside; no matter how cold you are, this love inside me warm my hands; no matter how the past ruined you; with me you can heal and open your heart once again. But there’s something in you that distorts this chance: the fear of losing someone again. But hey girl, I am not losing you. We have the possibility. We can try to make it whole. I am not giving up yet until I hear it from you.

Chuck Akot

[cannabiskoi]

i could write you a thousand poems about your arms, your neck your hair, your skin— you get the idea. you drive me wild but that's not really the point. the point: i don't want to blow through this world without making a dent. every word i unearth from all those bone-white expanses of dead trees is a way to scratch myself onto this earth. it's not really about you, is the problem. it's just a way for me to feel like i'm actually here. like i've ever been here. that might sound self-centred (it probably is) but every one of those thousand poems is for me, even if i say they're for you. forgive me later. for now, though, kiss me, and understand that at least (if nothing else) i tried to make myself understood one time. maybe just once.

what it comes down to