#poetry thoughts

[misscrappy]

That feminine urge this, masculine urge that ….

Yeah, okay , cool

But what about the Lunar urge to ritualistically disappear every couple of weeks ?

[see-mab]

I may have never been to therapy but I have watched the dead poets society an unhealthy amount of times

[starfallkaz]

sometimes I feel so misunderstood and unknown by the world. I am both terrified of vulnerability and yet I yearn to be understood. But then I read Mahmoud Darwish’s poetry and thoughts and it’s like yes! I am known, I am not alone.

[mooorningstar]

🎥 Ask Me Anything (2014)

[fluffyydumplings]

Lone… Ly

My heart is a lock engraved with a poet’s last words,

It beats, but the silver that runs deep in place of my veins,

It diminishes into a pile of ashes,

It beats, but the gold that runs deep in place of my arteries,

It scalds into a pellet of red

Angina tapping at the corner of my coronary artery that has gone far beyond shrivelled up,

Perhaps, that is the significance of the stigma of the nonsensical eyes that plaque my walls

I clench my fists, and reach for the door to neverland,

But my peacemaker, it brings me no peace

I can feel it, my body giving up on me,

Even though I would kneel on a bed of thorns for it to not,

I cross my legs and pretend I can saunter even as the chains marring my limbs never resign

The lock of my heart, it slowly crumbles

But it prevails,

It’s left a lonely shadow of what it was,

Perhaps my heart is an exact reflection of who I am

My heart is a not a lock,

It’s a store with a door with a lock,

It has grown chambers, atriums and ventricles over time,

While I am lost in the loop of time

It’s crazy,

For it craves to thrive and belong,

Yet it refuses to be see-through, or easy to walk to,

When you want to get through its lock,

You’d have to knock

But, it’s just a loop that goes two ways,

You’d never stay where you want to,

You’d never stay where you believe you belong

My heart,

It doesn't want to lay lifeless and lonely,

Yet everything it does leads to this forsaken fate

If you take ly out of lonely,

Lonely really is lonely

My heart,

It is lonely,

My heart,

It is as lonely as I am..

[rayliee]

You're so loud, and you talk so much .. , she says.

I want to be remembered, I responded. I do not wish the attention, never have.

Listen; My words are just my colors, I paused.

My stories, my experience, is my artwork.

[cat-covens]

Contradiction;

With you I felt loved, safe, happy.

But you made me feel like I was never enough.

Without you I feel lost, scared and confused.

But I don't feel like I am enough for anything anymore.

[chronically-chaotic-cryptid]

Having poetry thoughts again. Help me.

[forlornemaciation]

Love Defeats Darkness

When darkness dissipates out, the world kisses me with its jubilance and mercy

I know it is because I am called to you, transfixed by you, and taken somewhere soft and unbroken where I let down my defenses, my hardened shell erodes, I am tenderized by the nectar of your embrace

How there is glory in who you are! A swan who floats upon my turbulent waters and stills the tempest of my soul who has been at unease for far too long

I am at tranquility as my heart sings for you, it beats for you, the blood it sends out is the blood that I would set free if you asked it of me

My devotion wavers not...I am steadfast in love and may I crawl into your soul and repose there forever

[exanimategrl]

Death; desire.

I find myself in the deep surreal of an altered state of despair. The air has come back thick with the type of suffocation that cuts the oxygen off from your brain. It's the calling of something bigger than oneself. A condition in which my aching bones will someday return to the state below ground, buried alongside the creatures who came before, and one day the creatures who will come after. I gnaw at my bottom lip until there's nothing but the blood that pulses through my veins, seeking so desperately to escape this cage of flesh. A reminder that this body is of temporary use. Like a book loaned out from the library; it must be returned. My naked skin lays feverishly upon this earth. It's begging for the sweet release of the roots to pull this slowly decomposing carcass under. I want to be enveloped in the bliss of rot and unthwarted desire. D E A T H.

[misscrappy]

There’s a little flame between us.

It’s always burning.

And I’ve come to believe that tending a fire like that is purpose enough for any life.

[see-mab]

just another december without someone giving me their sweater

[booksandpaperss]

writing poetry to express how a certain combination of indie music you like makes you feel is truly the meaning of life I think

[thoughtsonmidnightwalks]

Stalker

Wondrous beauty overtakes my mind

With an overwhelming need

To worship and cherish.

This thunderous heart of mine

Makes helming hard, control is going to bleed

Out till I perish

Delicate destruction

Seizes and holds me by the throat

What’s an introduction? Let’s get to the abduction!

Don’t worry, I’m a gentleman

I’ll lend you my dark trench coat

But don’t forget I’m all about the adrenaline

[furiousrunawaydinosaur]

Am I stupid or is there anyone like me .

I like people who really don't care me;

But ther are the important uo me.

Yeah I sound sort a stupid now :/

[cat-covens]

Idk what to do.