Poetry

Rising

Wounded

I am wounded.

Pierced by words

That impale, sharp as glass.

Fractured

My confidence is factured.

Struck by phrases

That strike, hard as a hammer

Rise.

I will rise.

A Phoenix

Still smoldering and covered

In my own ashes of defeat

I will

Rise.

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Poetry

Yearning

Ice

Frozen Over

Hard, Packed Dirt.

Forming an Impenetrable Roof

That Forces Me Down, Forces Me To Remain

I Crack and From Within Sprouts a Tender Root

That Demands, Insistently, to Break Through That Roof

I Am Pushing, Yearning, Propelling Through the Dirt,

Asserting My Presence. I Will Not Be Ignored. I Will

Not Be Held Down and Smothered. With One

Last Shove, I Break Through and Find the

Ground Damp Not Solid, the Air

Warm Instead of Chilled. I

Stretch Toward the Sun,

My Small Arms Raised

in Salutation. I am

Spring.

 

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Poetry

Your Arms

Are my stronghold

When I have no strength

I walk through these halls

I hold it it and smile

I nod, even though I never

Heard the question

My brain is numb

Although I swear I can hear

My heart cracking

Inch

By

Inch

But I must be

Strong

Mustn’t I?

Except for when you are around

Except for when I am held

Protected, safe, sheltered

In your arms

When I can allow myself

To be weak

And to weep

As I hear my hear

My heart shatter

Piece

By

Piece

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Poetry

Insomnia (A Poem)

10pm – filled with hope and a little bit

Of dread

Closing blinds, blocking out obnoxious

Street racers

Whose emissions startle with

Loud bangs

*

11pm – body relaxed; eyes shut tight

As a vice

Blanket on, blanket off, stick out

One foot

Pull it back in before boogey man

Grabs it

*

12am – worrying now, knowing

I’m awake

Antsy, anxious limbs kick a bruise

In the brain

Count sheep, think, of anything

Besides falling asleep

*

1am – Up again, to the bathroom, what else

Is there to do?

Bright hall light scalds, cover

Your eyes

Before they burn out and turn

To ash

*

2am – don’t think, don’t think

Just sleep

Blanket on, blanket off, stick out

Both feet

Screw the boogey man, he can

Bite me

*

3am – contemplating the use of extreme

Force

Really, how much damage could

It cause

To bang one’s head against

The wall?

*

4am – birds separated by glass tweet

And chirp

Early risers, striving for that

Damn worm

Lucky I don’t own

A gun

*

5am – drowsy, body sinking,

Mud trap

Is this it, can it finally be time,

To fall

Asleep, oblivion, for only

A moment

*

6am

*

7am – Alarm shrieks, shattering air.

Black Ring Bell Alarm Clock

 

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Poetry

Write (A Poem)

Write,

Come on, it’s not that hard

“Her eyes like the sun, scorching like Hell”

Not very good.

*

Write,

Come on, put something down

“His hands like velvet, choking me”

Not much better.

Write,

Come on, poets do this everyday

And yet,

When I try to write the words

I don’t know what to say

*

I could languish away

Never quenched by the poet’s water

Cascading, flowing, gushing, vomiting

Into a dry savannah

*

I could starve to death

Never satisfied by the poet’s love

The incandescent touch that

Grates and chafes

*

Write,

Write me something beautiful and revolting

Something appealing yet grotesque

Write, about anything.

*

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Poetry

Famous for a Day

Camera clicks,

Flash alights and

People stare

Whispering behind closed hands.

They try to catch

An image

On their phones that

They can show to friends

Or familly

later on

As they try to guess

Who we are.

Are we movie stars

Or singers

Authors

Or dancers

Bloggers or

Youtubers

With a large

following?

They look and stare

And try to guess

but they’ll never realize

we were

only famous

for

a day.

 

***This poem was inspired by the day that my fiance and I took our engagement photos at Disneyland. We got a lot of strange looks and some people even took photos of us taking photos. It was a really nifty experience and it got me thinking, wondering what they were thinking as they stared and whispered and took their own photos.

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Poetry, Uncategorized

Parainsonmia (A Poem)

There is too much air in my chest

And not enough in my lungs

I stumble, reset, refocus

 

There are faces in the dark

With wisps of smoke for hands

That reach for me

My mouth opens to scream

And scream and scream but

No one hears a thing

 

I stumble to find the switch

For light that floods the room

Stumble, reset, refocus

 

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Poetry

Drive (A Poem)

When the bitterness burns

When frustration flares

When the heart hurts

And the brain bursts

I drive

The smooth, slow

concentrated, Control

brings me

Peace.

 

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Poetry Selections from End of Summer Poetry Contest: Including Fiona, Soul Adventure, Kritika, Brandewulf, and Thoughts with Ari

Hello Everyone! The End of Summer Poetry Contest was an absolute blast! Congratulations again to our winner, _________!

While I chose to announce the top three poems/poets when I went LIVE, I knew that I still needed to share some more amazing poetry with all of you. So over the next few weeks, I will be sharing some of my favorite selections from the End of Summer Poetry Contest. (These do not come in any specific order or ranking.)

Here we go!

From Fiona, we have “And Then The Rain Came”

“Grass so parched it’s barely there

Brown and dry, scorched and bare

Land cracked and arrid, seeking some

Drops of water, from where will they come?

River beds empty, ponds forlorn . . . ” (Finish Reading and Click Here!)

 

From Soul Adventure, we have “First Love…”

 

From KRITIKA, we have “Seasonal Emotions”

“. . . Days longer and nights shorter.
In those nights
I manage to always catch
A lone star hanging in the sky
Brighter than the others.
It reminds me of you. . .” (Finish Reading and Click Here!)

From Brandewulf, we have “Moondance”

“This moon. That moon.
Shared in space but not in place.
One filtered through the trees
The other sea breeze scented.
Heartbeats apart in syncopation. . .” (Finish Reading and Click Here!)

 

From ThoughtsWithAri, we have “Waiting”

“The workload is overbearing now

…time…

it’s ticking and i can feel the pull of

seasonal change

Focus

I cannot . . .” (Finish Reading and Click Here!)

 

Well that is it for today folks, stop back in next Thursday for another round of wonderful selections from the End of Summer Poetry Contest! Another HUGE thank you to everyone who submitted their poems, you guys did an amazing job!

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Poetry

The Deadliest Sin

You can have me

Her

Him

Whatever, Whoever

Whenever you want.

Lips as sweet as honey

And as sticky as glue

A tongue that slips through your teeth

Tainting your mouth

With acid

 

Why run when you

Can stay and play?

Stay, and do with me

Him

Her

Whoever,

However you will.

Soft skin

Dissolves, falls, reveals

A hollowed skeleton within

Glowing eyes

Turn, burn, expose

An emptied soul

 

 

***Credit for the amazing image displayed alongside this poem goes to Marta Dahlig. I found her collection of the Seven Deadly Sins years and years ago. When I decided to embark on this project, I immediately recollected her collection and knew that I wanted to showcase her amazing art. If you love this picture, be sure to check out her other work on DeviantArt.

Lust

This series of poems was written in response to a prompt that I saw on Pinterest. As you might have realized, this poem is way different than all of the previous “Seven Deadly Sin” poems. In this poem, the speaker and the “sin” are at war with one another within the poem as each try to reach out to the reader. Lust wants the reader to do as they please (and suffer for it) while the speaker is encouraging the reader to exercise restraint.

Lust is not love (just throwing that out there.) Lust is the excessive focus on sexual desire which can be accomplished alone or with others. I consider it the deadliest of the seven sins because of what lust has done to our world. Lust is responsible for a myriad of evils such as STDs, affairs, divorce, rape, etc.

Happy Writing Everyone!

See the rest of my Deadly Seven Sins poems here:

Pride

Gluttony

Greed

Sloth

Wrath

Envy

Lust

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