#poetry of life

[cosmicbirch8]

[mysticpoet]

If there is a Creator,

I beg Their forgiveness.

Not for me,

But for the ones who

Blindly hate those

Who are only trying

To live.

[thepoeticshawty]

I am becoming the woman of my dreams – the blissful place of joy and peace, who makes everyone who's tryna bring her down go on their fu**ing knees.

thepoeticshawty

[shipshapewithsliders]

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[skellopoet]

The moon watches the night

as sun watches the day,

I want to tell you something

but you're so far away...

It is not the love song tape,

that can be listened everyday

We both far from each other

still our love story slay...

Never you ever give chance

to someone who is hurting our way,

And if you trust me enough

hold my hand till life passes away...

[captainpirateface]

Hey!

I'm such an amazing writer that I've only sold 2 books total in 2 years!!!! (Thank you Kathy and Angie, eternally grateful.)

So, here's me schlepping my bullshit once again. If anything, if you buy one they make excellent deluxe coasters and are fun to throw at misbehaving children! There is also some "whatever" poetry in there as well.

And if I ever become famous (or infamous) you can say:

"Hey! I bought that dudes shitty poetry book!!!"

Imagine the bragging rights!?!?!?

Much love,

#CaptainPirateFace

[moonytoast27]

orignal poetry by me ✨

[anushkaspoetrycorner]

Through the window

Through the window of my house

I hear the sound of waves, impending

But the ocean is far away

Is this just hallucination?

The sound's getting nearer, my heart pumps up

But there's stillness all around

The sound has stopped and the water surrounds me

My ears went deaf

The more I swim, the more I sank

The waves weren't the waves of an ocean

They were the waves that brought me destruction...

✍🏻 - @anushkaspoetrycorner

[materialogy]

It’s December 31, 2021. I’m sitting in the parking lot of the only business that will be open until midnight in a tiny ghost town outside of Big Bend National park. I saw a balloon trellis with “2022” decorating it earlier so I figured I might find some people to Hollar in the new year with here.

My service is full bars, 3G – much better than I thought it would be! So no data transfer. I have tried video chatting, posting, and sending people pictures but alas, the service only works for text and phone calls. I figured I would sit here and think about my year, where has it gone? We say that every year, as if we blink and memories of the past revolution around the sun flash before our eyes. I feel compelled to share how my year has gone. Call it loneliness? The lack of human beings I have seen that I care about, that care about me? That’s not to discredit the 100s of strangers I’ve had lovely (and not so lovely lol) interactions with in the past month and a half.

I started my year in Massachusetts, my home town, in my childhood yard with my oldest friend and my family, burning Christmas trees as is tradition on New Year’s Eve – but at a much smaller scale due to a certain pandemic. I got some ski runs in at the slopes of Loon mountain the next day, in another state that I absolutely adore (♥️New Hampshire♥️)

I drove back to my actual home of 5 years, Lima Ohio, to go back to work and begin construction of the $5,000 PC my employer trusted me to build (how did I get here lol, if you asked me what I thought my future career would be before college, I would have said “as far away from the IT field as possible”)

I took and passed a test to become a certified drone pilot by the FAA. Since passing, I have flown my drone over various scenery and cities in 14 states and counting.

I spun fire for the first time in a rock garden that is like nothing you’ve ever seen before with a dear friend. What a wonderful, powerful experience! This garden is in the back yard of a sweet, eccentric man in the hometown of Neil Armstrong, Wapakoneta. My Ohio people know 😏 I went on to spend every Thursday evening this summer jamming out vocally and on my mandolin with a group of 10-20 older musicians who I might categorize as the original hippies? Lol

I danced with great friends in the back room of a vape shop that I met from a video gig I had at the beginning of the pandemic. I picked up the bass guitar, an instrument that literally makes me feel like the most badass lady on the planet even though I am at a below beginner level haha.

I took pictures with my first film camera, and had a friend come over and teach me how to develop it myself in my dark bathroom. Definitely gave me an admiration for the blind! The film strip hung to dry on my shower curtain rod until I was able to invert the negative and see my extreme inexperience with the original medium of photography LOL.

I flew to Florida in March with two people, I now consider family after years of friendship in Ohio. We had a great time sitting by the pool and laying on the beach until we got back to the car to see the $120 ticket because we were so excited to run to the beach that we forgot to pay for parking! That was fun. NOT

Later in the year, I went on to participate in the marriage of these too amazing people shortly after buying their first home in the poppin’ town of Columbus, Ohio. Love you guys big time.

I got inked for the first time since I was 18! One cute and impulsive tattoo of a little bee, and one tattoo I’ve been talking about getting since I was 17 with my non blood sister ♥️. I’m blessed by the people in my life! And guess who the artist was? Another stunning soul I have gotten to know in the past two years, who has just finished building her schoolie to live and travel in!

That same artist friend of mine went on to give me the honor of tattooing her! A little brasil philodendron now resides on her shin by my hand. Love you Caroline ♥️

This year I bought new rollerblades and have traveled the country putting 100s of miles on them in various cities: San Francisco, Boston, Charlotte, Savannah, Tampa, New Orleans etc etc.

I took an exhilarating pre-travel flight to San Francisco with my covid raincheck ticket and visited with my aunt and uncle for nearly 2 weeks. Exploring the city, hiking the Bay Area elevation, singing in karaoke bars in Japantown, painting in an iconic art studio, flying the drone over their neighborhood. The memories are warm in my heart.

This year I parted ways with my partner of 5 years.

This year I packed up my entire life and the home I had spent 4 years in. (That’s a long time for a 23 year old!) I sold many earthly possessions, I packed my cats, I packed my piano, I packed my memories.

I moved my things to my parents house. &&& let me just take a moment to thank them for how wonderful and understanding they’ve been.

When I told them, hey, I know this sounds crazy, but I NEED to blow my savings traveling the country living in my car, they were not totally on board lol. But they ultimately understood that this was what I needed before the next job, and there’s no words that I could say to thank them enough for supporting me and for watching my cats and my greenhouse volume of plants while I go through my existential crisis that has lead me over 5,000 miles around the American continent.

I have been on the road for nearly a month and a half. I have hiked mountains, danced with strangers, kayaked with manatees, flown in a 2-person plane that is triple my age, explored museums and walked through historical locations. I have been sun kissed and sunburnt. I have spent all night changing the alternator in my car in the Walmart parking lot of a small Louisiana town. I have made coffee under many skies and on many beaches. I have superglued homemade window covers to the glass of my car because I’m tired of them falling on me in my sleep. I have cooked Mac and cheese in the top level of a parking garage at 2am cause what else am I gonna do when I’m hungry on bourbon street?

And now here I am, in a rural (understatement) town about a rocks throw from the Mexico border. I’m about halfway through my trip and if I was looking for answers to what I should do next or what my purpose is, I don’t think I’m gonna find that on the road.

What I have found is one hell of a life changing experience.

Reader, if you’re still there, here are a few excerpts from my travel journal entries:

“Slept in my first Walmart parking lot last night among a fleet of RVs, felt safer that way. Minutes from Folly Beach, SC, but I will drive inland soon to see an old friend. I’ll come back here tonight”

“Skated 4 miles on the Tampa riverwalk today and got a nice shower.”

“I am drawing some mutant palms among the yellow umbrellas & blue chairs on Treasure island. The Cabana boy told me yesterday that if I came back today, I could have a free cabana for the day.

& so I sit on the blue chairs under the yellow cabana, wondering how I found myself in such a beautiful moment.

Another day at the beach on Treasure island.”

“My skin is burnt from Florida’s hot rays. I thought it was kissed but my northern complexion was unprepared for the beating sun.

My eyes are crusted from dried tears.

A vagabond life I live.”

“Parked on the wharf, 2:00am, my eyes open to the sound of cooing owls. I decide to head out

To the beach I go, away from the little key that has a population of 700.

Tires screech to a stop on the bridge over the water leaving the town. The sky is stunning.

I have lost track of the amount of shooting stars my eyes have absorbed. It’s 3:20 am.”

“Overcast commanded the sky when I arrived in Panama City this morning. It seemed to swallow the high that was brought on by the clear night sky. I had a frustrating time with my stove as I lugged it through the sand. Complete with coffee supplies and complications, but I was determined to make my morning cup of Joe by the water.”

“Shards from massive sand dollars cover the white sand that is clustered into drifts like that of snow. It’s funny how I’m down where the weather is temperate, yet my mind goes to the cruel and icy landscape that is New England.”

“Skated around and fell with my coffee. I smell like coffee”

“I stayed in a parking garage and it was terrible. People were honking at every corner of the windy, multilevel structure. The sounds bounced off the concrete walls all night.”

“Hah my Friday night did not go as planned. I ended up staying up all night replacing the alternator in my car in a town I drove to to DoorDash. I woke up in that town and now I hit the road. Houston here I come.”

“Fire twirls before my eyes on the rooftop of a warehouse littered by art and junk at every level. Who knew this could be found on Houston’s Main Street.”

“Today I left the ground.

Today I soared the skies.

Today I coasted above the land that I have spent most of my life walking, driving, skating, swimming, climbing on.

It took me sideways.

It took my breath away.”

“The crumbly trail twists and turns as I follow it. I twist and turn like the water once did.”

[torchyourdream]

Mom I know

It’s hard to lie that in morning, you were sad.  

Every drop of your eyes says the pain of your heart. 

Mom, I know, it hurts your soul like painful dart pocked in heart. 

The time when dad yell on you, for a simple reason which all kids do. 

But that was not her mistake, she is a child and all kids do. 

Mom, I know, you just want to let her in school, and she was sleeping like a tot too. 

But mom she is a kid and I know like every grandmother you also want to see her a winner. 

She even doesn’t know about her future, how she will manage to become greater. 

Mom, I know like every grandmother you also love her. 

Her mother is ill and to maintain her health you’re sacrificing your old life. 

And mom I know, you also don’t want to spoil these precious days of hers. 

Mom, I know! 

[cosmicbirch8]

[jazz-who-else]

you remind me of blue,

blue like the sea,

it's funny, your eyes, they remind me of me

as i dance in the rain, as i dream of the stars

the stars that spark, like this spark of ours.

you remind me of blue,

blue like the sky,

you remind me of music, fire, of art and july

all of these lovely things, they are just like you

just like you and your eyes; bright and blue.

you remind me of blue,

blue like sapphire,

i don't really know but i kind of aspire

to be the one you love, to be the one you want

but it's just a dream, a wish, that i'll haunt.

you remind me of blue,

blue like my tears.

losing you is my biggest fear.

you are the one in my dream,

but i know there'll never be a you & me.

[thepoeticshawty]

nothing is more fulfilling than learning more and more about yourself and how you cope with things and learning how to overcome your survival mode and skills to live a life in full bliss for yourself.

no one you want to impress, no one who you wanna badly talk to, who you're waiting for and craving to be with

— only you and yourself after a very long time of trying to fill the void with the love and adoration of other people.

it's just you. it was always just you. the only one you needed and who held all the love till you were ready for accepting it — like right now.

thepoeticshawty

[skellopoet]

Cursed to stay unknown!

Never have I ever tried to be known From the young age I have felt the things which I shouldn’t have been From the young age I have seen the things which I shouldn’t have seen There was a time I mentioned the things to let people, know about me But no one ever tried to knew those things which I was telling them I tried my way better to be good, kind and disciplined Yet I didn’t try to knew that no one wanted to be around me I was just busy being known while they were busy keeping me unknown Now, I don’t tell anyone how I feel, I don’t tell anyone how I feel about me from them, Because if they ever get to know about me they will get to know the worse side of me They will get to know the truth that I can catch what they think about me They will get to know whatever bad they have thought about me I know about it They will get to know that they can’t fake that they hate me if I’m with them They will get to know the side of mine which god has given to me Yet it feels so cursed to feel those feels even when I didn’t want to to feel those people which I never want to Might be this was destined to be…

[captainpirateface]

[biobiopsy]

"I’ve stopped being sorry for all my soft. I won’t apologise because I miss you, or because I said it, or because I text you first, or again. I think everyone spends too much time trying to close themselves off. I don’t want to be cool or indifferent, I want to be honest. If I love you at 5AM, I’d damn well rather that you know I felt it. If I love you two hours later, I’ll tell you then too. Listen, I won’t wait double the time it takes for you to text me back because I don’t want to. I don’t care enough to be patient with you. I’m happy, you made me feel that way, don’t you want to know? So that’s how it’s going to be. I’m going to leave myself as open as a church door. And I’m going to wake you up before the crack of dawn to tell you that I’m fucking joyful, no pretending, not from me, not ever. Would you like some coffee, would you please kiss me? Here, these are my hands, this is my mouth, it is all yours."

Azra T.