#quick poetry

[sapsorrowstarlingsings]

The Storm of loving you

There’s raindrops kissing my lips

The wind caressing my skin

And I realize how long it’s been

Since it was you who did

There’s lightning flashing my eyes

The thunder jolts me back to life

From the place I keep you in my mind

The place I dream of day and night

I’m stuck in the past and

I’m stuck in the moment

And I just can’t let you go

I just can’t lose you oh..

I’ll remain stuck in the storm

Of loving you

I’m stuck in the past and

I’m stuck with the torment

And I don’t know what I’ll do

I don’t know where I’ll go

I just know that I’ll keep on

Loving you

[thisdogdoesdesire]

I go to the kitchen to eat,

And the cat follows me

I go to my room to rest,

And the cat follows me

I go the living room to hang,

And the cat follows me

I got to the window to gaze,

And the cat the follows me

I got the bathroom to bathe,

And the cat follows me

I know I am loved,

Because love follows you,

And I have a cat,

Who loves me

[easilydistractedgirl]

Red pillowcase

I can feel it as I fall asleep

Permeating my dreams with its vivacity

Coloring the emotions contained within

My sleep is restless with effervescence

Perspective is skewed by passion

I have to be careful when I choose it.

Waking is a disappointment.

[maribellablack]

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He's an artist, who lives on intimacy and

shares some of its sweetest parts with me,

I am an open book he likes to read and be so

gentle with... I'm so weak for his touch,

Mother Mary!

He's insane and drives me crazy, too...

He's an artist and he paints me with his hips,

pressed onto mine,

His fingers explore every inch of me so

delicately, his lips travel everywhere while

leaving traces of marks and bruises on my

skin,

He's an artist and he covers me with his body

paint, so beautifully...

in his eyes, I have no imperfections and even if

somehow I find one, to him I'd still be perfect,

as I'm an art, his sacred creation and all my

flaws are flawless to him...

• Poem by Maribella Black

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Side note: I may or may not have written this in freezing cold while I was enjoying my cigarette and was listening to the Arctic Monkeys... somewhere in the middle of February... 💌🕯

[life-of-reb]

lost

I’ve lost myself. It sounds silly to say But I find myself in a place that I don’t want to stay This place where I am In my body and mind Feels so far away Like I’ve left so much behind - Reb

[nicholaspopkey]

Belonging

Does this body belong to me? I wish it were yours And this heart in a cage of my ribs? I wish you'd take it

Does this tongue, longing to sing of you Belong to the roof of my mouth? If it were yours I would tumble with your words

Are these lips condemned to belong to me? If they were yours I would laugh as you do Flutter to a stop in a dying conversation And lay open, sighing at the edge of sleep

And if this mind can be shelled by no other I should hope to empty my thoughts And you would spin gold From their meek-and-pettiness

Into oblivion, then I could wander Without burden of body or soul

[bumblebeerror]

You did not go quietly into that dark night.

Your heart beat one hundred and fifty times a minute

Until three am on April twenty-third, twenty-sixteen.

Four floors up the biggest hospital I’ve ever been in

The biggest city I’d ever been in

Still in my pajamas, shuttled over by a tired cop

From our sixth floor hotel room where looking up revealed only more building

Three hours from home

And I couldn’t see the stars

I made sure you didn’t go quietly into that dark night

I made sure my lungs ached and my throat was raw

And I went to sleep hoping it was a dream

Tonight I visited your grave, lying peacefully beside my grandmother

In a cemetery so quiet that I could hear the upset dog barking outside the nearest house

Over the sound of me talking with my friends by the slab that marks your place

And tonight I went softly into the twilight

And laid daffodils on the cool stone in a plastic bottle

And when the bugs started biting, I drove us home

And tonight I stared at the stars I’d missed so keenly six years ago

And followed them inside to a bright kitchen

To join my brother and mother, three dogs and a cat and a rabbit

I took a pull from my little brother’s cone and let it sit on my tongue

And sat on the floor to let their voices fill me

And even though the kitchen is quiet and empty now

I can feel you settled on my shoulders like a blanket

And I miss you

But I’ll make myself a cup of tea

I’ll send your old messenger a few ‘I love you’s

I’ll watch the stars for as long as the dogs let me

And it’ll still hurt

But I think I can let the night go quietly, now

[ghostbxbii]

Daughter of fate

you are viscious,

and you are cunning,

o, daughter of blood.

you have seen death,

and you have faced punishment,

for crimes undeserving.

you have seen many a soul broken,

and you have fallen,

o, daughter of pain.

but you were loved,

in a time long ago,

and you knew you were deserving.

o, daughter of suffering,

why do you cause yourself pain,

when you should revel in gentle rain.