#blotchedpoems

[4sss]

So we've gone around again. Managed another spin. Stumbled when dizzy. Still made moments dancing. Surviving sometimes thriving. Daring to go around again.

[getcareless]

Triolet Poem #58

I said, you can say that again. But this time not under your breath. You spoke about what happens when - I said, you can say that again. Don't think about dying, cause then you might manifest your own death. I said, you can say that again. But this time not under your breath.

"Say That Again", JEP

[thefrustrtdpoet]

there’s this void

deep inside

behind a really pretty smile

despite the good

and the fun

the damage cannot be undone

a moving vessel

without a soul

look into these eyes

but careful

not to fall into that dark hole

desperate for something

a light or a feeling

give me anything

save me from this mysery

what am I missing

what is this ill pit in my throat

my tongue tied hostage

a mouth without a song

— @thefrustrtdpoet

[things-never-spoken]

The unspoken words and thoughts eat away at us until there is nothing left to dine on.

//things-never-spoken//

[ginadope]

new past

Let's write a new past Hang the other one upside down Afternoon sunshine will find herself In raindrops Spilled carelessly, red rubies Begin to dream of carefree waves There's no need, not anymore To ask about reasons They were never there, after all

[sike-n]

A man walks into a bar

And asks the bartender for a drink

Put it in a glass or a human body either way they are one and the same

The man stands before the glass stands on the counter

His hands holds the glass holds his drink

Then the exchange

Mouth open the glass lets go of all that it is

Mouth open the man seeks to forget all that he is

Lets go of the glass

The glass tumbles

He stumbles

The glass falls

The man is down

Glass splinters glitter on the ground

Stars hidden by the man on the moon

Who has fallen off his throne

Not quite responds the bartender

As he sweeps what remains of the glass into a dust pan

And he commands the man to stand back up

[christiancurrywritten]

Emotionless

I'm at a complete loss of emotions

Yet my head is spinning

Tell me, when did I become this?

This mess of a person

I feel so bent, so twisted, so broken

My left ribcage feels heavy with pain and depression

Sometimes I struggle to breathe without hurting

It's when I take a breath that I'm reminded of everything

I tried to tell him I wasn't ready

He didn't listen nor did he care

I tried to let him go, but he made me feel good and messed up my hair

He's always had a sense of control over me

I want- no I need to escape it

These chains are so overwhelming

Someone help me, anyone, please

I'm just here waiting

Waiting for the one

But little by little not believing in it

Is all love really gone?

I guess I ran out of emotions and I'm kind of done

[chronicallypoetic]

Fuck Your AI

An ode to Tumblr Higher Ups, OpenAI and MidJourney

When you open your mouth; may the shit you spew "we accidentally queried private posts, deleted musings, unanswered asks - sorry, we were too busy on our backs, taking Benjamin up the ass" choke you, silence you: may your users leave again, in droves - may your stocks follow you s i x f e e t below alone; for only those so unloved - even by their mothers - could conspire a betrayal while so unbothered;

a userbase so dedicated, stayed despite ever-changing hands, stayed despite the sheltering of Nazis, stayed despite censoring of queers, stayed stayed stayed. This site, once gave the lonely virtual hands to hold; a safe haven for communities disparaged by the norm - how we've long placed roses within the bones of what once was; how they've rotted, the smell of decay is overwhelming, now.

Fuck your AI. If you support AI using the work of artists and writers like myself, you're in support of theft, specifically theft that often effects underprivileged individuals who use their craft as a means to survive. This post is inspired by Tumblr recently admitting to selling our data to Open and Midjourney without gathering consent of the userbase. They have retroactively added a feature to opt out of this - but they themselves say there's no guarantee our data will be scrubbed. Wholeheartedly, find other sites to use. This has been a sinking ship for a long time. The captain just threw us overboard.

[therendingflame]

You’re still here. You’re still here despite the darkness that has engulfed you. You’re still here despite not being able to envision a future where you’re happily living and not just surviving. You’re still here despite the number of bridges you had to burn down. You’re still here despite every tear filled night. Continue to fight every battle in you to stay here. Be gentle with yourself. Give yourself more credit! You deserve it.

[sincerelysharon]

The worst thing about knowing is the unknowing. The forgetting, the body remembering the before and not the after, clinging to things you thought you had unlearned. The unknowing is the worst because it comes with the knowing, the sharp sting of understanding yet falling into the same rhythms. As if one needs to be undone all over again, as if we are defined by making the same mistakes over and over and over again. Stitching and unstitching, on and on, never beyond.

flyaway hairs, a child’s painting with all the sense of innocence and none of mastery, the sip of ice cold water down a parched throat, the light brown of thai milk tea // archaic remains 78

[evilyn-ess]

What is Love?

Oh baby you taste so bitter

I preferred you when

You tasted of starlight and liquor

Oh I stare into the mirror

Or into the wild again

My darling your eyes have changed

They don’t see me the same

You see right through me

Just like your favourite movie

You know all the words

[sadafternoons]

Meat on a stick

*

Reality

Is a sharp knife

That carves its way

Through the layers

*

Till it has quartered, diced and prepared

Everything

That has been sacrificed

For human consumption

*

And I stand there and watch

As you take your time

Deciding

Which would be the most succulent

*

And I see you

Struggle

With the weight of the decision

That you cannot take

*

And I know

I am no longer interested

In waiting for you to choose me

Like the meat on a stick

*

That has

Surrendered

To the reality of its

Consumption

*

And is waiting for you

To assign it a spot

In the feast you have prepared

To grace your table.

*

16.09.2023

[ashberryyyyy]

its haunting you know

my face frozen in time

is this how I looked to you?

in the cold November nights

when we sat by the basketball ground

and you asked me

what do you think about Ash?

I couldn’t tell you

about the fleeting thoughts

of ephemeral grief and love

that were larger than my hands

larger than the love I had for you

what do you think about Ash?

my friend asks while she freezes me in time

my skin warms of the sun that faces us

my eyes wander to the air that’s charged with us

my thoughts run all over the words of the song that’s playing for us

its haunting, this love this temporary permanence of life and moments

the soft passing of time

the harshness of memories

its all caught up within me

and i’m frozen in time, all over again.

[vippik]

Write no letter for me

Or craft any kiss, prolonged

Your mouth reeks of blood and rum

And mine with lusty disgust

Crack me no beer can

Or hold me no longer in any hug

Neither your wife, nor your girlfriend

I'm just a hobo on tangent

Latex on my lips and in mouth

Been just feasting on cosmic dust

And on my regular diet

I have the memories of universe

Don't be a dick, don't be a jerk

I've had all of it enough

It's so prickly dry inside my throat

Ride through it on a rollercoaster ride

A bunch of lavender, and an army of despair

My memories of elephants

Hid widely in my bedroom carcass

A seashell, a deathbed and

A nameless bastard

Sleep in my arm

Dance in the fallow of mustard

Sun is our closest star

And on hearts are our dearest scars

Making merry and mining melanchoy

Screeching loudly our cimmerian whispers

Into the wild where no spectre trespass

Only marfa lights dance in distance

On those sides where thrive the greener grass

There we were, missing my Oliver

Northern Italian tragedy

You dry hump me, behind the bush forever

I'm gross, I'm Wilde

But nothing you can ever understand

Find Me, there I'm

Go green my capillary carnation strands

- Labial Latex and other latest liaisons by ©vippik

[afreenisnotapoet]

What did you do to the girl?

When do they let you grow up?

How many unblown candles turning

to wax does it take?

When do they stop telling

you to change the way you are?

or hiding your the clothes

they hate to see you wear?

when does it stop

the glares of a father

every time you step

out of the house?

when do the whispers stop?

when do the sirens stop blaring?

when does a mother

stop trying

to turn her

daughter into herself?

how many girlhoods

does it cost?

How many wasted barbie dolls

and how many

wasted make up kits

does it take for a mother

to realise that her

daughter hates her?

when do they laughing at you for

loving something they don’t?

when do they stop killing

the girl who loves pink?

how many teenage

dreams need to shatter

for a girl to finally be good enough?

how many girls need to die

to make a good daughter?

when does it stop,

the house not feeling like a home?

when does it end

the urge to run away from it all?

when does it stop

trying to be the daughter who will

never be good enough

the sister too small to fill up

the hand me down shoes?

when does she stop feeling

like she’s standing naked

in front of

a crowd that hates her every

time she wants to speak what’s

on her mind?

when will the world stop

putting her on a pedestal

to make the world out of her reach?

when will the silence end?

when will she grow up?

why won’t you let her grow up?

why won’t you stop holding her back

because you refuse to let go of what was?

where is the girl gone?

what did you do of the woman she was supposed to be?

where has she gone?

what did you do to her?

will she ever come back?

where is her grave?

is that what you wanted?

[ginadope]

I sing of soft longings On a local radio In fog Love used to unveil Come back in the afternoon With the manufactured Most honest joy First steps into paradise Last ones before the world came together