#free-verse

[thepersonalwords]

You should be more carefulwhen you move, my dearwhat with you...spilling moonlightinto my poem, with a mereflick of your hand.

Sanober Khan, A Thousand Flamingos

[aceauntie]

I don't know what attraction is

when I was a little girl I was constantly told I was a flirt

I was teased about being boy crazy (this made me the most uncomfortable)

I was constantly asked who I had a crush on (I chose one boy because he was one of my best friends)

I told my best friend in kindergarten that I would marry her if I could (I had no idea why, I just knew I couldn't)

I still don't know what attraction is

when I was in middle school I thought I was a lesbian (though I didn't have the word for it)

I agonized and tried to force myself to like guys by staring at pictures of attractive celebrities

I told myself I just didn't like the guys in my school and kept everything a secret (I told my friends I still liked the same boy from before)

I often wonder if things would have been any different if I'd been more open

I still don't know what attraction is

I didn't go on my first date until college (a boy from my church a year younger than me)

I was excited for my first date and first kiss (once I'd done them I wasn't interested anymore)

I broke up with him online (were we ever officially together?)

I felt nothing at all (except broken)

I still don't know what attraction is

[fossilstealers]

Humans

we do not create servants

we create masters

we create models

and we try to be them.

we do not learn to govern

we learn to make a governor

we make powers

and we try to hold them

we make perfection, we say

and we try to be perfect.

we want to change ourselves

and we want to become

less humans

we want people

who are less humans,

and more of what we create-

we call that perfection.

perfection is not human

we applaud all who are far away from being human.

we feed on perfection,

and diss the humans.

we are not creating service

and we donot serve.

we create masters.

we make sure they are not human,

because we

do not applaud humans.

~ Fossilstealers

[elliotdelune]

Dear Someone I love

Please don’t be sad,

I haven’t disappeared,

Look out the window,

I’m right there.

Please don’t be sad,

We will meet someday.

This world may age,

But, our love is eternal.

Please don’t be sad,

No one is to be blamed. 

Death may destroy the flesh,

But it sets the spirit free.

Please don’t be sad,

Just because I had to depart,

Doesn’t mean we are apart.

I’ll forever live in your heart.

Please don’t be sad,

I haven’t left,

When you cry yourself to sleep,

I’ll be at your bedside.

Please don’t be sad,

This isn’t a final goodbye.

Time will pass,

The pain will subside.

Please don’t be sad,

Listen to the songbirds,

Feel the warmth of the Sun,

Close your eyes,

And breathe.

[writingsbyamna]

A free-verse about how some relationships are overwhelming or toxic and that it's absolutely okay to cut them off for your own health.

What are your thoughts on the matter?

[reo-chan]

2020.09.27 Second poemm!!! I do not own the artwork. Sadly, I lost track of the sauce :<

[blairdarling]

A.

In the beginning.

I'd like to think we were taken from the same tree, a perfectly shaped, bright red apple. I'd like to think someone held us in their hands, and wept over how beautiful we were together. But they made the choice to split us apart anyway.

I've spent my life searching. Under every rock, in every crevice, checking every shadow, for the other half of my soul. Because for as long as I can remember, I've always known there was one. I thought I found the other half of myself once. But like most puzzles, you can't put two like pieces together, and expect them to fit.

After so many failed attempts at happiness, it's no surprise that you could become tarnished, from all the times your hands were held, and let go of. So many times i've picked my paint brush up, thinking we were going to create beautiful imagery, only to be succumbed to pure exhaustion to the point, my hands just wouldn't move.

As time went on, I changed with it, became molded by it, fueled by it, the ferocity of the flame burning inside, driving me forward, to the beat of my own drum.

Until I happened across a person, dancing to the beat of my song too. My twin flame, double matchstick. The fuel to my fire. A.

[fiona-demitto]

Skin contact

I think sometimes,

Of our limbs tangled in the bath.

The way are legs are pressed together,

Curled and rested against each other

As I sink and descend under.

And I think

Of sleepless nights,

Where I rest my head on your chest

Just listening to your breath,

The rise and fall of your chest

Lifting and dropping me.

I think

Of days spent with a blanket.

Our bodies pressed against each other,

Your warmth against mine

All around as an embrace.

Amongst all of this,

I have this overwhelming feeling.

I press myself against you

As if I might slip inside

And become one with you.

I can’t forget

Your body against mine,

Calling out to me.

And I need you,

You are the lungs I lost

The pulse that gives me warmth

All things I was missing.

I realise

You are the other half of me.

I press into to you

Not knowing where you start and I end,

So that I might go home

Because you are everything I want

You are my chosen home.

I have to tell you

We are one and the same

Because we are nothing alike.

And so I need your embrace

Skin to skin is as close as we can be,

So I chose to exist somewhere between

In the hopes that it is enough.

I won’t tell you

How I drown myself in you

But never go thirsty.

I know we are separate bodies

But when we lay together,

I bury myself into you

And feel whole.