#small poets

[sjonni33]

created / id under cut

I am

created

to fit your idealisation of what is best to become of me

constricting wires strung around my throat and my limbs and my heart

you rip into my clean flesh with mechanical precision

when searing into my skin an image of everything I will never be is your only pleasure

is when I am

created

when my terrored screams of sorrow turn to subtle howling for mercy as I bleed out

magenta and cyan and yellow

is when I realise

I am another failed version of your need for perfection

and you look upon me eyes wide disgust and fear and disappointment

at your stained hands

at my disgraced hide

at what you have

created

[icyrudekitten]

bonfire 🔥

we don’t have all night to sweat out every fight, we do have light to make the dark feel right.

we have a bonfire tonight, with soft embers burning bright, that hold the quiet night and shadows pulling what we hide.

through smokescreens that cloud the sky, beneath the stars so wide, every battle we’ve fought inside rests quietly in our hearts.

[3socks4feet]

Siren Lament

Stinging in my throat, unsung words I wish you knew.

Unfurling, drifting thoughts that I want to share with you.

To hear yours too.

Passing ships, uncertain evening waters, flag obscured.

The carved wooden maiden on your bow.

Do you love her?

And does she sing to you

the way I long to do?

Would you like that too?

I can count the times that we've shared land.

So why! Come closer. Help me understand.

Negatives of fleeting moments hang in wine-red corners of my mind, begging to be developed. They move in languid rocking waves, back and forth. Ghostly sunken bottles, hardly there at all, all but for their clinking against my ankles. Rooms of smoke between my ears I flick the light imagine it's your mouth I lose my mind I lose my structure I capsize yet again I fight the urge to pull you under with me but don't be afraid please please believe me I don't want to. I don't want to. I don't want to.

I mean no harm, just lost at sea,

with hopes to dredge what sings in me.

[bloomingobsidian]

Moonlit Vermilion

Trainers whine

in a scratched-record twang.

Your sweat licks at your shirt,

metallic and wet.

August paints the air in dense folds

as you wade through it.

You walk//neither from nor to//somewhere.

But you are walking. Away.

From smashed whiskey bottles

that look strangely elegant

when there’s blood at the edges.

You’ve always looked good in vermilion.

Was that you, or are your trainers actually talking?

They look like wine-pearl sequins on emerald silk.

That’s probably you.

Oh, look. On the pavement.

You hunch over.

A kitten.

Half-kitten. Half cat, half disintegration.

Half nothing. Half replaced-by-dry-august-air.

You name her Poppy. Not Blood.

Trainers squeal as you walk.

This time, Poppy walks with you.

Away.

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Written for @inkstay's prompt: the long walk before sleep is rarely convenient.

[crackheadwitch]

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[3socks4feet]

Spontaneous Prose Exercise #1

neon green buzzing, vulgar speech censored

rainbow asphalt puddle concurs in heavy distortion

how many bills do you have to spend tonight?

how many left to be settled?

red and white parking tickets, vague justification

where is the outlet to gain and not be drained?

certainly not in the curb-cut drain clogged with leaves

cigarette butts long enough to pick up and finish

broke and fighting, viced and pining...

let me save you some time:

there does not exist a green and purple island no matter how far East you search!

bodies of water are brown up close and

the paper mill makes the mountain town smell like poison

the clouds overhead are of the invasive species

that are known to smother the sun

so return and find something to be glad about

downtown centre-ville, try to focus on the amusement park

doesn't the roller coaster look fun?

the stomach churn is part of the experience

vomit if you need then get your oil changed

the potholes won't hit themselves

and remember

you really do live here now.

so keep your head, keep your words

watch your mouth

[3socks4feet]

You have a lovely way with words and a very pretty form of suffering

This may be the loveliest comment I have ever received about my writing. Thank you.

[3socks4feet]

Scary Girl Poems 1

Riddle it all away.

Speak in tongues, Strange Girl. We know you can,

we heard you before.

That word hurts my ears

hurts my heart.

Why do those above me turn their faces away,

blind to elementary injustice?

Fight it all away.

You're scary, Strange Girl. You are a

dangerous. animal.

I'll bite you back. Yeah I sure will.

My teeth are so strong

and my brain is good at words.

Oh, Strange Girl. What will we do with you?

Why don't you care?

Library shelving at recess is fair.