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After a Line by Frank O’Hara
“Happy at the thought possibly so” of being in the back of your mind, an image for you to undress and caress at your leisure, your eternal plaything. I muddle through the sturm und drang of life’s more hostile stretches with the kind of hopeless hope only such happiness can bring.
-r. miller
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King
I am the King of Anxiety Not for others’ standards, but my own Still, chaos reigns over this territory _
This body is like most computers Beholden to a set of strict and sensible rules Base 10 divisible by 2 and select even numbers
Life’s guidelines in 90 degrees Theoretically everything will be right But I sometimes struggle with geometry
So I declared myself the ruler of me A futile attempt to control the politics and armies To provide this nation stability; a new monarchy _
I am the King of Anxiety Now I worry that the anxiety will stage a coup And that will be all that’s left of me
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Beginning ends
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It was only once that I needed to kiss you
To know we could never make it through.
.
It was cool and calming
Looking into those sad eyes
For the very last time.
Hushed words dripping honey
Momentarily curing us
Of the maddening insanity.
With firm hands under your chin
At moments it was impossible
To ignore those eyes so grim.
Memories of butterfly kisses
From your eyelids to your nose
I knew I still loved everything
From your head to your toes.
I had once believed I'd burn for you
But I guess I had spoken too soon.
.
I saw our distorted silhouette
In the flickering golden flames
And the ghastly silver moonlight
Filtering in through the drapes.
Faint shadows ushering the dawn
I wished I had said something
Before all our time was gone.
With deadly silences eating me up
I could never say anything of worth
But an apology never did any good.
So, I left way before you could.
.
And it was the last time that I kissed you
I knew for certain this was all we could do.
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~ aranya
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entranced by the pointless chatter of my mind, stealing attention from reality, bent on entertaining me with hollow hopes and wasteful wishes, pretending to solve the complex equations of my life with its thinking
but thought without action is fantasy
.
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a love letter to my girlfriend
loving you is all-consuming
my heart still flutters when
i see your name on my phone
or your face.
loving you is as easy as breathing
the most natural thing to me.
loving you fills me up
from my toes to my brain
with wonder.
i don't want to imagine a world without you
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On some days, waking up feels
Like a task that can defeat mammoths,
As if your soul is dead inside
And now it's being infested by
Ants and drosophila that are
Puncturing your previously hollowed self.
Your body reeks of failures,
From having flunked exams,
To letting people turn you into
A doormat over and over again
So you wonder if the universe is telling you
That success is at the end of a bottomless pit.
Trying to get yourself to sleep
Is like trying to achieve your goals
But for that, you'll need to
Run up the staircase of hierarchy,
Meeting memories, long lost people,
And pain throughout the steps.
And when at times you manage to
Sleep without guilt pushing into you
Like a rusty but still sharp knife
That drills into your neck slowly,
Nightmares of your existence
Throw you back awake.
Self-care is now no longer
Aloe Vera skin masks and
Bubble baths with lavender bombs,
But rather staying back home
Till people eventually forget you
And you don't have to face them anymore.
Your therapist asks you to
Feel your feelings and let it all out
But how do you explain that
The more you feel, the more you sink in
The vastness of your overthinking mind
That eventually pushes you into a void?
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“we tattooed two keys / on our left bottom-most rib / our symbol of love”
— 8/18/20
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.
after eight months
of living there
i put things in their place
made a home for my shoes
beside the fridge
and felt the cool air return
to my open door
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~ @pocketfullofpoesies
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death doesn't want me
I ask every day
life doesn't listen
to a word I say
joy has forgotten
the person I am
laughter keeps laughing
not giving a damn
there's only one thing
faithfully here
caring and loving
and always so near
would never think
to let me just go
I think by now
you already know
thanks, depression, can always count on you to mess up anything I try to do
.
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how can a kiss feel so much like home?
our lips have known each other for a while now
i know every crease
on your skin
it's seconds of heaven on earth
every time our lips touch
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life
i used to flow,
my body loose
a faint smile,
shine in my eyes.
i’m stuck,
everything’s rigid
i laugh a lot,
i want to die.
- priyanka walters
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Star 34
He always had a lot of ideas about how people should live.— Bill & Linda, typical of the species;
I’ll skip the decorum, you are not interested in that.
[Stull, Kansas] spring equinox: the choral scars of raw mewl heretics,
philtre-battened minds scrying devil’s verse from the mouth of Orcus,
a cairn at the gates; you will see horrors out here you were never expected to find.—
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love is the whisper
you hear in your head
while you lay there alone
with my name on your lips
when our time here together
has come to a close
as you grope for my skin
on your fingertips
it was something we lost
in finding ourselves
uniquely so different
from each other
but now we must go
in our separate ways
in search of a better
companion and lover
.
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Ig : @siriandanurpoetry
@words @poetic @poems-and-word @poemswords @art @quotes @quotemadness
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.
nearing forty
life becomes
a continual countdown
in more ways
than one
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~ @pocketfullofpoesies
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