unwanted land

i’ll suffocate what i got in order to breath.

[madgirlscosm-deactivated2025102]

I think it is mandatory, especially in the morning, to be quiet

[thinkingcorpse]

at least till 1 pm

[thinkingcorpse]

gay

[thinkingcorpse]

nothing to say

healed

or

decayed?

[deathgasmic]

*banging my head against the wall* i have so much love to give

[muskaanayesha]

Peace be upon the daughter who helped her parents grow up. Accepted their cold shoulder, excused their anger, pardoned their mistakes, taught them how to be human. Peace be upon the sister who paid the price of rebellion. Screaming to her fullest, shaking like a leaf but standing tall, never letting the dictatorship go without a fight, paving the path for her siblings to breathe easier. Peace be upon the first child of an immigrant father. Aching to find their own purpose in life, firm in their own beliefs, contradicting generations and generations of cultural values. Peace be upon the girl who shouldered her mother's trauma. Swindled it into her own, morphed herself into an image of the womb she once resided in, immersed herself into troubles that weren't even hers, covered up scars that she couldn't even recognize. Peace be upon the woman who forgot who she was. So determined to be the savior of everyone, to fix her family, to nurture and love everyone around her. So deeply lost that she forgot she's just as worthy of love. Peace be upon you.

[apoemaday]

“May we raise children who love the unloved things”

by Nicolette Sowder

May we raise children who love the unloved things–the dandelion, the worms and spiderlings. Children who sense the rose needs the thorn

& run into rainswept days the same way they turn towards sun…

And when they’re grown & someone has to speak for those who have no voice

may they draw upon that wilder bond, those days of tending tender things

and be the ones.

[sluggodandpoet-deactivated20240]

Icarus who loved the wind

Why could the wind be under the wings

and instead why can’t it look me in the eye

why must it dare me to soar until I’m plush against the sky

and why must the wind be under my wings

love it be uplifting me

what says it that damned law that lets leaves fall and float to the floor

yet holds me up

so confusing oh, my dearest breeze

why do you so care for me?

I feel you on the feather and beneath the knees

so if you see an Icarus when I soar

know my love came before

A laurel round my heart was wove

the wind beneath my wings

before any sun

was mine only love

[zaneshoe01]

Saving the World

What is there to do? Of course I want to fix things, I don’t want my son to go through it all But where is the evil to fight, where is the bad guy All I see are babies, babies and babies like grass in the field What is there to do? I wouldn’t hurt my baby, so why would I hurt the others? How can I justify the ways I’ve already hurt them? Babies, and babies and babies

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[thinkingcorpse]

after all

you know

that no matter what

one day i’ll talk to my kids about you

in a gracious way

painted in pink

your picture will be upheld like the one of a goddess

so it doesn’t matter what you do

or how you treat me now

you will escape it somehow

[thinkingcorpse]

i would like to be bleeding

so that for once she would look at me with love

without expecting something in return

[thinkingcorpse]

the grim reaper is angel just like every other

[thinkingcorpse]

i used the bandaids of my love

to patch the void you had in your heart

[thinkingcorpse]

and it hurts me to think

that you are relaxing on your couch

while i’m grieving on my bed

[zaneshoe01]

Lament

Why can’t the joy just fucking stick around sometimes? Can’t even enjoy my sons smile cause I’m so damn caught on the thought of it ending Already back to the screaming as far as I’m concerned Always doing it to myself, always ruining my chance But what the fuck can I do? I don’t fucking know how to escape it I am terrified, there is just too much pain out there and I don’t know if I can…

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[mournfulroses]

Vladimir Mayakovsky, from The Bedbug [A Play] & Selected Poetry; "A Cloud in Trousers,"

[thinkingcorpse]

i had lost my mind

for somebody that didn’t even have theirs rigjy

[perfectfeelings]

“I didn’t need you to fix me. I needed you to love me while I fix myself.”

— Michelle K.