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I looked at the words I had written, and found my heart poured over the page… with a swift and stern silence, I threw it away.

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I carry you with me

In my body

Always

A casual tourist

In the garden of my soul

"A Casual Tourist" © Fleur Poetic 2024

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I had the incredible honor of being featured on the "The Short of It" of the I Write Her blog. This blog has featured so many great poets and it feels wonderful to be given a small platform among them. I highly recommend you follow Susi and her blog as well submit your work for consideration for future features!

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One of my favorites from 2023. I'm finding it's okay to love the things we create. Every once in awhile....

ligaments lifted from their home

tissue cleaved from bone

sewn into the fabric

of this textile skin

sinew and lace

synthetic fibers to replace

the space in which the iron

raced through this body

at vascular pace

I've erased all trace of the

scars you've placed

at the base of this

hollowed out rib cage

where the phrase

I love you

ricocheted it's way

inside the space

in which I once held dear

the image of your face

“Sinew and Lace” © Fleur Poetic 2023

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If "best friends" is forever,

Then eternity is a pin-pricked drop of rain,

Consumed by the Ocean of time.

I wonder if her high and mighty tides crashed gleefully at the audacity of our laughter,

Thinking we could weather her storms,

Until the flesh vacated our bones and returned to the dampening earth,

Saturated by her tears of longing.

Is it sirens that beckoned sailors to their deaths?

Or the melody of a hungry, lonely sea?

Collecting laughter on her current winds,

And replacing it with melancholy.

"A Hungry Sea" © Fleur Poetic 2024

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Your touch

The tips of blades

Your embrace

An etching of wills

Your presence

Void of an echo

A continuum of ego

With hands just out of reach

Your Love

Is a bleeding of quills

And a gnashing of teeth

Image Credit: Photo by Umanoide on Unsplash.com

"You" © Fleur Poetic 2024

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"When you go, I will know.....Follow you to the stars...."

Song lyrics from "Pearl of The Stars" by Coheed and Cambria

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Keep Me Closer

broken glances nestled between gaps of closure

clenched fists and laughter

false smiles for broken lover

heart ensnared in sleeves now folded

memories fade with fondness smothered

yet still

call me your friend and pull me ever closer

is it my name you'll call when the world is over

“Keep Me Closer" © Fleur Poetic 2023

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Can you hear the ringing in my ears too?

Are you deafened by the echoing of it's piercing cadence?

Do you see the stain of crimson's kiss upon my cheeks and think me a girlish fool or do you fear an unknown rage bubbling beneath the surface of my skin - a birthright granted to all the women of the world who learn at such a young age to swallow their thoughts and compound their feelings into a silent drone of quiet distemperment for fear of being put down or worse, put in "their place"?

Why do I have to choose between respect and attractiveness?

Why does the ringing not reverberate an assault upon the glass ceiling I'm trapped under? I will shatter myself long before the ceiling collapses. A sea of tiny deaths will not usher change but it doesn't stop me from trying.

"Diary Entry 8" © Fleur Poetic 2023

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Bends or Breaks

I wish I could collapse myself inward,

to a quiet place.

One that doesn't boast of it's recklessness,

and reserve it's reckonings from those deserving of wreckage.

I wish I could fold myself away,

into a quiet place,

but my limbs don't bend that way.

© Fleur Poetic 2023

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A Poem Titled "Suicide" by Freya Pickard

no one hears me

therefore I do not exist

pale ghost in shadow

I step out into sunlight

erupt in blaze of glory

Originally published on The Short of It Vol 2- Reflections and Revelations Edited by Susi Bocks.

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Truth or Lie

nervous energy

filling the room

your feet turned towards the door

my feet turned towards you

we could've been anywhere else

if only one of us told the truth

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A poem titled "There" by JeanMarie Olivieri

"It starts with a sigh,

a longing, an itch, a desire.

Pick up snacks.

Forget the map.

There will be a destination

in any direction we go.

It begins when 'you are leaving...'

is in the rearview mirror."

Originally Featured in The Short of It Vol 2- Reflections and Revelations Edited by Susi Bocks

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pour the salve of you

all over me…yes. it hurts everywhere

even where you can’t see.

—The Hollow Quiet

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They say "love is a losing game"

but we play it all the same.

I'd rather be the loser,

over and over again,

if winning means

I'd never hear you whisper my name.

"Diary Entry 7" © Fleur Poetic 2023

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Beautiful. And..... unfortunately accurate ♥️

You were my home

Now I don’t even know your name

Your love was eating me alive

Yet somehow it was comfort

Comfort

Or

Pain…

©️Ahura Sedaghat