#illistrans

[chuckakot]

"these lips."

[just-4-thought]

Clots and Blood Thinners

These tunnels,

clogged with stagnation

-- a roaming killer

absent destination --

still flow.

Home-up not in this heart,

oh rested wanderer.

Your welcome mat scrubbed

by the taint of the passenger

you let suckle in your silent halls.

We are canals - byways to sea.

Ever-moving we must be.

The home was only ours to pass through

For, who knew stillness could kill you?

[abitofemily]

“Nothing has ever made its way under my skin the way you do. Pictures of us are burnt beaneath my eyelids and there are brightly colored petals clawing out of yours; They and I pick each other. I didn’t know a voice had the power to warm cold hands like mine but you say my name in a way that fits me like a glove; I sneak yours in between heated kisses. Not even honey feels this good dripping from my lips.”

— the hairs on your chest have heard sweeter nothings than I knew I could whisper (4:30pm // @abitofemily)

[leftiswhatgodmademe]

My poetry is an elephant graveyard for ex-lovers. Pale white and cracked mausoleums housing memories that once held flesh.

Unfinished poem#82: they all end up here

[poetryandfamily]

Slug

Smooth polished coat Nature's rug Sticky band-aid - Younrys, 30 June 2017

[chuckakot]

You were what I put myself in me; you were the slightest pain, the pain that had sliced me; it was what bled me or killed my feelings.

Chuck Akot, “You w e r e.”

[chuckakot]

As the rain swept all the remains of the ground, it created an asphalt smelling odor. As though what has been buried in the ground was released by the cleansing of the rainwater as it poured and washed all the dust and debris. The wind begin to push the raindrops as it slowly glide down to the leaves and reached the soil. You sat on, and taste the cold breeze, to the feeling once you reconciled with your past. The cold blow and the smoke of the coffee at the far end of your cup is an inevitable reminder of the longing for a love that could never be your own. Not anymore, and so it was. In moments of nourishment, all is distant from your feelings, and you said to yourself, ‘It isn’t a bad thing after all. I can begin again.’

Chuck Akot