#bullshitters-reprice

[takingstockofwhatmattersmost]

if you are not willing to stretch your heart  to fit the things about her that normally would not fit then you know nothing of love, of what is real

do not be afraid to stretch and expand your love your heart has a magic to it, allowing it to envelop  it can except all the good and the bad of her

real love is comprised of both…

[stoxxgaleriaderte]

[burningmuses]

Ok...is it just me? I just went to the poetry tag so I can find some new poets to reblog and get them some exposure. I'd say about 50% of the posts are just garbled nonsense posts that are meant to look like poetry...they just make no sense. Like..."the warm standard of a bitten cardinal can't run to the piggly wiggly in underwear" sort of crazy??? Is this a new trend in poetry that I have just missed??? Because if so....I've got a shit ton of new material I'll be posting, so stand by!!!!! Seriously though...WTH????

[recognizingthevoiceless]

“Alone”

BY EDGAR ALLAN POE

From childhood’s hour I have not been

As others were—I have not seen

As others saw—I could not bring

My passions from a common spring—

From the same source I have not taken

My sorrow—I could not awaken

My heart to joy at the same tone—

And all I lov’d—I lov’d alone—

Then—in my childhood—in the dawn

Of a most stormy life—was drawn

From ev’ry depth of good and ill

The mystery which binds me still—

From the torrent, or the fountain—

From the red cliff of the mountain—

From the sun that ’round me roll’d

In its autumn tint of gold—

From the lightning in the sky

As it pass’d me flying by—

From the thunder, and the storm—

And the cloud that took the form

(When the rest of Heaven was blue)

Of a demon in my view—

[the-original-b]

Tagged by @fae-bell thanks for thinking of me!

Relationship status: recently single, formerly single-ish

Song stuck in my head: this absolute earworm of a Venus in Furs cover by Jeff Beck and Johnny Depp

Last thing I searched: whether my local liquor store had a particular Irish Whiskey in stock. They did. And I am a happy man.

Time: 11:40

Dream Trip: the Mediterranean with somebody beautiful

Something I want: peace of mind. An end to the questions.

Tagging: @lyingthroughwhispers @bullshitters-reprice @fairylightsandchai and anybody else who wants to take a swing at this.

[takingstockofwhatmattersmost]

I’m

I’m obsessive, I’m compulsive

I’m the disorder

I’m bipolar, I’m paranoid

I’m the psychosis

I’m schizophrenic, I’m delusional

I’m the hallucination

I’m depression, I’m postpartum

I’m the personality trait

I’m misconception, I’m misconstrued

I’m the stigma

I’m paraphrenia, I’m paraphernalia

I’m the substance-abuse

I’m diagnoses, I’m treatment

I’m the medication

I’m hope, I’m faith

I’m the cure

[takingstockofwhatmattersmost]

when did you start to abandon your strength...your might

when did you let him seize your essence, your grace leaving wounds that scar

when did fear grip you tight underneath a pendulum’s sway robbing your inner love

when did you forget every piece every part of your true whole self?

[takingstockofwhatmattersmost]

when days drift to tomorrows and memories finally fade when every corner doesn’t become a chance to run into you…again after a lifetime of days longing for just that one day i’ll be free to be me once more if only i could remember what for

forgetting you  is what i fail at the most

and the years roll by

[takingstockofwhatmattersmost]

Mixed Realities

her skin absorbs all color eats it and all i can do is stare

i am the absence of all color i lack so...i want crave lust knead need her

we are the grey the storm the future

[takingstockofwhatmattersmost]

scars are never straight they are crooked and jagged and red and purple they are created from bent knives dull and rusted they heal wrong and require constant care if they are to heal at all scars are ugly until they are understood then… and only then… can be beautiful

…and they can be beautiful this i know

[takingstockofwhatmattersmost]

her reflection was the universe the matter  the dark all the stars and moons  she was 14 billion years and moving faster than light travels expanding forever

i am small in the mirror a distant…

[takingstockofwhatmattersmost]

you need not speak of your demise to echo in the air or sense the bitterness of ruin do not fade drift distant  or sink beneath river's floor

woman…

strength pulses through your veins borne upon your words those words elevate and you SHALL speak of life of flames unscathed you can thrive and feed imbibing pure waters

woman…

reject the beasts' falsehoods without you, all is for nothing

woman…

[takingstockofwhatmattersmost]

Beneath the weeping willow's gentle shade, Amidst whispered leaves, their love takes flight, Two souls becoming one, their passion unafraid, In nature's embrace, their love ignites.

With tender touch and longing eyes, Their bodies speak a language all their own, They delve into a realm with no disguise, A symphony of senses softly sown.

The willow, a witness to their love's ballet, As moonlight weaves a tapestry of gold, Its branches arch like arms on display, Their love story beneath the night unfolds.

A whispered breeze, a sigh of ecstasy, Two hearts and nature's song in harmony.

[takingstockofwhatmattersmost]

passion alights my veins...like wildfire eager to ignite the night with every glance aching for delivery, i tremble with desire each breath a scandal...a silent caper in the quiet, our bodies speak in magnitudes words unspoken but known in every touch tranquil, the vessel for our love's blooms where every pause is a promise, a clutch

[takingstockofwhatmattersmost]

in the hush of night's tender kiss there walks a vision of pure lust a lithe grace in every stride an allure that cannot be ignored

her eyes...like pools of moonlight hue drawing you in, as even the stars stare the tantalizing curve of her hips inviting desire in a seductive earthquake

her laughter dances on the breeze a song that softly sways each movement...a graceful chassé awakens my heart from slumber

her chiseled form...a sculpted masterpiece a canvas to allow passion's release with every pirouette, she ignites a Picasso leaving us all charred in her flames

oh...she's a temptress and a muse a ballet of lust and want in her presence i lose all senses lost in the ecstasy of her design

[takingstockofwhatmattersmost]

i no longer reflect the man I once was the words I penned ...fueled by hate anger my only muse pain tainted my attempts at beauty inauthenticity...glaringly evident then, you entered my world us together...transforming me no longer the fool behind unread words i now reflect the poetry within us both