October 2020

Poetry Drafts / / By

smakkabagms:

autumn, darkwood
nighthag, swoop down
deft on bitter wings 

the garden of my heart’s black swan has been
wrung by the neck, unfleshed as the bone
from a woman’s cage

her hands have finished their
ceaseless kneading, if only to pause
for a moment          over the ancient waste

of her silence – stilling as the moon’s blush 
    does, sore with a hunter’s knife, murder
and clenched pale hands in death

autumn, all crimson, wet us our arrows
in the Other’s wound – I want to unlearn

the world

to keen and wail for the depths of it
buried, unburied, forgotten

white whale swimming

Poetry Drafts / / By 
I grew up in the cold





                      the dark





                      the lonely void that was





Origin // with its shine // the polished





                                                   surfaces,





T





  h





    e unexplained understated





                                        I WAS DIFFERENT





I grew up in the cold





                       the dark                   ness





                                                         still





                                                               lingers





but I see the white wall





               the white whale                    swimming





I stand corrected





                                           & Yet Alone

mesmerising art

Awesome Art / / By
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Just received these beauties from talented artist @lydiateasedale They are completely mesmerising, I will spend this weekend finding all the hidden images inside. They might even inspire a poem or two.

💜

Poetry Drafts / / By

griefxaddict:

11/10/20

I ask the ocean to forgive me. A tidal wave of knives washes over me nightly. I wake with a thousand wounds. I never heal. I will drown someday in sharp steel and warm blood. It draws me back, dragged across the sand like a blade. Forgive me. I was deep, and I was afraid. Sweet melancholy, sweet grey death slowly. Cruel sea you stand before me screaming with a thousand broken voices. Give me a song to sing so I will not be silent. Give me words. Exhaust me, my mouth is full of blood. My teeth ache to the root, I am grinding myself down to the truth. Slow truth, I am drowning in you. Forgive me. I love to drown.

Poetry Drafts / / By

smakkabagms:

Nothing could be so final. So unkind and cold as death. To reserve oneself to the fact that we will all lose what we love the most. How impermanent, home. The walls that absorb our dreams and memories. Torn down. To be lost in the mists of ruin and forgotten.

Poetry Drafts / / By

teaspirationss:

Aries: The way you look at me is the safest place I know.

Taurus: When I say I miss you, it means there’s so much I don’t know how to say, that places inside me are looking for someone who is only you.

Cancer: Love is what I am when I think of you.

Gemini: I’m losing breath every time your lips form my name, but I keep imagining you standing in the sun and letting every bad feeling go.

Leo: How long will it take for my heart to stop asking what’s missing?

Scorpio: There’s a forest in your bones whose trees I was once born under, now I’d cross thousands of miles and travel by foot without hesitation if it meant being next to you.

Sagittarius: I hate how good I am at missing you.

Virgo: I’ve swallowed so much darkness sometimes the moon wakes up inside of me mistaking me for the night.

Libra: I feel like I’m the wrong word, that the language in me is an ocean I can’t tame. I keep holding its floor with both hands, but the weight of the water will always be a veil around me that doesn’t know my name.

Capricorn: I said your name into an empty room and it became my favourite place.

Aquarius: I’d rob the night of its darkness and the sun of its fire if it meant another sight of you, another moment with you.

Pisces: All I know is that I want you, always.

A Silent Scream

Poetry Drafts / / By

mikefrawley:

As a sigh might be a silent scream
oft things here aren’t as they seem 
the lies perceived in a lover’s eyes
may be affirming you win the prize
sorrow’s day could be one to care
owning less leaves more to share
even as the dream bids to deceive 
it too holds miracles if we believe
all we give away we actually keep
seeking answers look not too deep
we’ll find them if our spirits are still
and don’t forget only love is real 

Queenie

Poetry Drafts / / By 
I founded a new religion yesterday
One to merge and marry divisions
One to cover up the cracks of Oblivion

I found peace in the great nothingness
Unwanted desires released
Undesirable wants eased
The butterfly on the steering wheel
Flutterings of love unrequited
Requirements of fluff lingering

I founded a new religion yesterday
& You were its Queen
& I were

not
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