#poemz

[pav-anne]

"all hallows" by louise glück

[jellypudding]

giving someone gems and jewels doesn’t show you how to love. it doesn’t reveal compassion, nor does it expose emotion. it’s like ripping out your heart and expecting to still be alive. it’s like gutting someone with fish bones, but when you rip open their insides all that pours out are plastic buttons and disappoint residing deep inside you. you’re left feeling more empty than before (is that possible?) but that’s the reality. you reach out, hoping for a hand to clasp yours and pull you out of that deep murky liquid that’s suffocating, but all that comes in contact are sneers from bystanders and the slimy feeling of guilt. it feels violent, that gaping hole in your body. so resentful, yet unnervingly hollow. what are you even angry at? is it your brain, who failed to understand that you did this to yourself, or your body? instead, you dream of the glittering Manhattan skyline, the same one that shows you how the city is too small for your growing pains. you’re not sure if it’s the hatred or your body slowly turning on itself, but does it matter anymore? the woman staring back at you from above curls her lips into a fish-eyed grin, and her sharp nails dig into your throat. everything tunes out. the television screen you’re viewing turns dark, but you can’t look away. so you sit through this film titled life even though you don’t remember paying for the ticket.

[darkenedmeanderer]

Sunlight flows before you and

Follows after you. Moonlight

Sprinkles like fairy dust

When you smirk, or smile, or

Cast a friendly gaze. For you,

My dear,

Are the kind of magic that makes the world

Hum happily.

//

Stars twinkle in your eyes while

Living life normally. And when you’re engaged,

Beauty spreads like flowers in spring.

Your passion burns brightly,

It overwhelms with a fiery flood,

And causes dreams to be born,

And come true.

For you, my dear,

Are the type of magic that makes people

Better.

//

The earth blooms under your feet. Roses

Spread their petals at your whimper and your

Moans. Lilies become fragrant when your scent

Enters their space..eager to join the symphony

Of intensely satisfying moments

That you create just by being you.

Beautiful you.

Sensual you.

Sexy you.

The beginning and end of smiles,

And the bringer of chaotic joy.

You, my dear, are the type of pleasure

That makes the world

Sing.

@sassysexymilf I’ve long been a fan of yours. The times that we have chatted have been some of my fondest memories on Tumblr. You spread your light wherever you go, and your loyalty to your friends is inspiring. I hope my humble words have done you some kind of justice. For those of us who know you even a little bit, you inspire so much more than lust. You inspire joy. Thank you for allowing me this honor.

[starlit-honey]

abecedarian

Aching stars yearning to be set free—

Bound within our very bones, are

Constrained, as a kettle confining the tea. We’re the

Dust of stars and the dust of stones

Etched into each memory, left

Fumbling and desperate, to fight our inner malady.

 Galaxies before us are laid out, they’re

Housed within unwilling minds, and

Intertwined with thoughts of doubt,

Juxtaposed and redefined, as a

Kaleidoscope of unplanned routes, across

Land that is prone to indefinite drought.

 Misery is not an uncommon notion,

Nor is it something considered frivolous, your

Obstacles may span large as oceans, and

Perhaps they may even seem limitless, but

Queens are not born without the devotion, to

Rise among rubble and commotion.

 Simultaneity will always be present,

Tumultuous and continual, it is

Unnerving yet, to some extent, the

Vulnerability is habitual, and can be

Within the realm of being pleasant, a

Xenial concept that brings content.

 Yellow stardust with concerns of the existential, are

Zealots refusing to acknowledge the celestial.

  — mc.l.k (11.19.18)

[niasimone]

“I asked God about you and somehow I began to see your name written in the stars like Polaris leading me back home...”

nia simone

[tsuki-poems-blog]

Aveces me da ganas de enamorarme, pero se me quita comiendo.

@lepetitvaniteux

[disinterestedbitches]

This morning when i woke up

I noticed your absence

This was strange to me

Its been long enough

Ive gotten used to having

All this space of my own

By long enough i mean that

Its been 6 months since

The last morning i woke up next to you

So, this is also strange to me

Half a year to the day

Is this why my body feels unsettled?

Are these growing pains?

Its true that its been six months of pains

Pain, that can be viewed as

Growth, some of the time...

The pain has shrunk

Its so small most days

On those days i dont really notice

The feeling, this one i woke up with

Today, i miss something

But it cant be you anymore

Because im trying,

Ive been letting you go

[starlit-honey]

you can’t blame everything on mercury’s retrograde

How do I tell you, how do I let you know,

that I no longer seek, no longer need,

the sticky-sweet super-glue

substance that you deem affection.

 Magnets, we once were, surely

we had stuck together in a natural way

natural in the way that your too-hot aries-fire

does not warm, it only burns.

 All I am saying is, all you need to know is,

long-exposure to fire is not ideal,

and I never had any ice for you to melt

and so now you just leave me boiling.

 Distance is often purposeful, as you know,

friends grow apart for a reason, and so

maybe you had no reason, but believe me when I say

you have not looked hard enough.

 The air at your new school is heavy-wet

and my winters will always be colder, dry,

and so maybe these distinctions, distances,

should be allowed to distinguish and distance us.

 All I am saying is that we are not magnets any more,

and rather, you are scrambled eggs that stick to an unoiled pan,

you are the gum tangled in a child’s hair,

Please Do Not Damage More Than You Already Have.

  — mc.l.k (6.21.19)