#recognizingthevoiceless

[takingstockofwhatmattersmost]

she sits like silence with a question between her lips half-born and unsaid

a stillness bred in candlelight where skin remembers what the world forgets

her gaze too tired to chase gods too alive to serve men

behind her a land unpromised twists like memory in retreat

her hands folded like secrets taught never to bloom

what she knows is not yours to know but you feel it anyway

and centuries kneel not for beauty but for the ache she carries in stillness

[n-ehpamoi]

I get why "finding your own meaning" can be important, sometimes, but,

I wonder, too, if needing everything to have meaning, whether self-made or predetermined, distances us from the very things we want to be meaningful --

sometimes a moment is just a moment --

sometimes bad just happens and there's nothing and no one to blame --

sometimes good comes, and it's not about hard work or karma or good deeds, repaid, but simply because it is, even when we feel we don't deserve it.

Sometimes, sadness is just there.

And sometimes, so is love.

Maybe there is no meaning, and that's okay.

Maybe we cry simply because that's what the moment needs.

Sometimes our hearts swell, and it doesn't need to be a grand act of the universe, or a feeling that needs to be met in kind,

but just a reaction to the warmth and care and kind, that we feel for, and give to, others --

sometimes it's better to just feel it, and let it be. To love the feeling for what it is.

To not rob the moment by trying to rationalize the "why" of it all.

V. Rue, 2025.

[oneandocey]

To be seen is not to be loved. But to be loved is to be seen and understood completely.

[kiisuuumii]

@kiisuuumii (wolf / lamb)

[crowded-empty-places]

Pilgrim of nothingness I am the circle without a center A life of eternal almosts Full of beginnings Without continuation

[unmondefou]

my eyes filled with tears

because my heart needed to cry,

but they refused to flow

down my cheeks,

not because of their pride,

but rather because

of their willingness to remain

as a sparkling lake of blues.

--- h.harouche

[heartofmuse]

Hold me tonight so close to your heart you can't distinguish its beat from mine. Hold me like you hold a dream, like you hold every word, the truth of your soul, so precious between your hands.

e.v.e.

[ginadope]

wide-eyed

Do souls sleep? Or do they drift near Faint lights, floating From one thought to another Suddenly wide-eyed Finding a palpable warmth A mirage of the heart

They brush past mysteries; curious they Shed light on how heaven still lingers around him My shadow in July They wander and they wonder Why does Venus gaze so bright? Is she whispering a secret Or has she fallen in love?

[liminalgardens]

I'm what's left after the snow melts,

a New England muck

~

Perhaps I'm waiting for God to save me,

to give early bloom to the lavender,

to heal the bruise

of December

.

.

[thepastisapebbleinmyshoe]

I am lost deep in a quiet glen, smelling the flowers in bloom, listening to a white-tailed kite, where the laws of reciprocity, reverberate softly into my life. I observe his reverse hoovers, and respond with nothingness, never to be swept into a vortex, the kite designed for every time, I cross his dark tormented mind.

Nature Reclaims the Soul

[dementia7]

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[takingstockofwhatmattersmost]

The Right, The Left, The Truth, The Lies

The Right

they scream about freedom as if it's something they own wrapped tight in a flag scream verse from a bible ...they don't really read just thump

guns on their hips fear in their veins they hoard bullets like they're holy relics while praying for war in the name of peace

they say they love the constitution but only the parts they can weaponize the rest? they'd burn it if it meant power for another damn term

old white men shouting at clouds pretending it’s 1952 while the planet cooks and the poor ...stay poor

they talk tough on crime but wink at corruption call it “patriotism” when it’s just greed wrapped in sunday suits making backroom deals

they push laws to control women’s bodies like they're oil fields to regulate fence in profit from...when needed

they call themselves christian but crucify compassion quote scripture like slogans while kids go hungry and the sick die ...waiting

they gerrymander dreams turn voters to pawns stack the courts gut the schools then blame teachers judges books

and through it all they say "we're saving america" but it looks more like they're bleeding it with a smile and a flag pin

same wreck different wrecking crew

The Left

i ain’t gonna lie this country feels like a rusted-out truck too many hands on the wheel none of ’em calloused none of ’em real

they talk equity like it’s scripture but it don’t feed the kids don’t fix the roof don’t pay the diesel don’t teach the truth

they’re burning the flag while calling it progress tearing down statues like history’s a threat rewriting the past to control whatever's left

my granddaddy fought in a war for freedom and that ain’t fashionable anymore now boys wear dresses and girls fight wars while men sit quiet behind locked doors

i see the farmland drowning in red tape while billionaires play climate god we’re taxed for breathing fined for thinking canceled for nodding wrong

i ain’t no scholar but i got eyes and what i see ain’t justice it’s just dressed-up lies

used to be we disagreed and still shook hands now they’ll dox you cancel you call you a threat for lovin’ this land

but i’ll still stand with my boots in the dirt my hand on my heart and my pain in this verse ’cause no matter how crazy they twist and bend the soul of this country

...ain’t theirs to end

[n-ehpamoi]

And now it's to the point where I can't look at a pretty moon without my mind drifting off and imagining beautiful you --

I find myself, on nights alone, sitting there in its watchful glow, and wondering how nice it would be to be looking up at her visage along with you --

maybe bodies pressed close and fingers intertwined, watching the stars twinkle and hearing tired waves crash, how it would be, basking in the gentle and calming moon's light, while basking in the presence of the one I call Moonlight --

V. Rue, 2025.

[oneandocey]

Colour palette

I thought I was doing better again,

But my art tips my hand,

One poem like the next,

Each painted with pain,

Monochrome,

How unfair I've been to the other shades,

Neglected wetting my brush on lighter pigments,

There is joy in my days and sunshine in my mind,

What a disservice it is then to talk only of storms.

[kiisuuumii]

@kiisuuumii (memory)

[crowded-empty-places]

I have lived my life As if crossing a desert Collecting memories As fistfuls of sand Shoved into pockets With holes in the bottom

At the end of the road The house made ruin Where echoes and shadows Will sing in unisson To the arrival of a Destitute promise