She speaks of song and arpeggiated reach
twittering ascension,
her duty to self is to soar into a land of
quiet achievement
obtained with personal praise
self-talk of encouragement
no derision
raised tones should have no home
on a pathway of momentum
gentle positivity will grow.
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Taint my skin with sweet molasses
the sweetness a scourge
overrides the senses
a narrative spoken
a tale long shared
abstract metamorphosis
the thick syrup
clings to my hair.
Do not wonder at the analysis of yesteryear
it is long gone
yet they all keep resurfacing
is 2022 the year?
The year for spirits rising
tell me this: the tone, is it worth
minor energy spent,
my time for them they are a-calling
I feel like it’s just a time pass
and I hope they’re not hoping for more
wisened up,
here, no longer illiterate at
being street-smart
far more confident to the core
I can see far more clearly now.
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Fifty shades of tears
and sixty shades of fear
a hundred thousand pounding heartbeats
a million yearning fingers clawing
dragging each another near.
She does not understand
nor accept the desire of theirs
but her aching, manic thoughts so frantic
convolutions near, and…
defensively, besmirching names of others
who strolled past or within her way,
she is determined to change, alter
she wishes not to bother with current affray
for this nonsense must be laid to rest
the desire of others so fabricated
based on her visual alterations,
the penny need not drop,
she’s already aware of the situation
she shall not be loved only for her shell,
accept her on both sunny days and storms,
and during explosive personal hells,
she’s a layered scene
so many levels to explore and delve
surprised or not, overwhelmed or underwhelmed.
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Artwork: KELLEPICS on Pixabay
Author’s note: This was written for “fifty shades of tears” from June prompts by @bruisedwaye on Instagram. 🙂
Envious ivy trails round
rotten doors,
entranceways metamorphic
shapeshifting then reality restored,
what lies behind the
reckoning of Time,
a conundrum, in fact,
sheer scope, Divine.
What cause cataclysmic
chasms to collide,
immediately doubling or tripling
in size?
Gargantuan are these sinkholes,
blackholes laid in store
as winding ivy bends
and twists,
collectively, more.
Soon woven are these
green weaves,
passing moments,
enveloping energies,
flowering, berry-rich moments,
envy calls as ivy trails
devotees show, shine,
true richness delves,
the party to which
we are already speaking,
river-rich mud,
plaintively reaching.
And clear away,
away, the thicket of
desolate ivy
leave none in store.
The truth to speak is passion,
enriched with something
quietly precious,
can you feel exhilaration
grow and soar?
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rainbow tears stream from crystal eyes
the making, the madness,
of where I’m
wonderful and wise
then empty and sad
these colours are thus grey
but rainbow tears of happiness
can still linger for another day.
the different moods, different faces which
spring forth from within
I now embrace them
I welcome them
I allow them to be seen
because it is in moments of darkness
of dejection and bleakness
that my rainbow tears give themselves away
they are in comparison to my shadows
in which bitterness or negativity
can themselves truly lay.
rainbow tears may stream down my face
my cheeks trailing with colourful paths
so brightly placed
but their shades are so welcome
a mixture of hope, sadness and soul,
of joy and reverence
to me these tears shall share what the
world needs to know,
what tales should be revealed and cast
no longer best kept close to the soul.
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This poem was inspired by a prompt by @soulful_poetry_from_the_heart on Instagram, and the prompt I chose was “Rainbow tears”. Thank you to Hiya for her prompts. Please visit her Instagram for her beautiful, evocative poetry. 🙂
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There are traits within that I pursue
to make better or more settled
to correct myself anew
to advance forth, to speak a humbling truth,
to start a path,
or reach for one which I’d already made new.
Should I travel in a manner that is
safer, in a way?
Or take the chance to work hard at what
I have maybe been gifted with,
advance here for another day?
What shall I be known for,
shall it be my words,
heartache, sweeping sorrow,
advancing, manifesting, awe?
To have words represent my lifetime,
personal growth, reckless love,
yearning from up above,
tied lines,
tiredness, repetitiveness,
shall I not wish for that process anymore?
And delicately, as though a moth, asymmetrical though
I will spread my wings,
their loose scales cast about my form
like dust of a fairy whose taken flight
is a must
And I’ve made my decision
perhaps I can live in both
the world of feeling, and the land of dreaming
imagination shared by all
With a delectable joyousness
I’ve assumed the position
of living on the border,
two lands brought together,
the result of these soon I’ll know.
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I send love and joy to the earthly forms
soaring beings and ‘neath brewing storms,
sending love to many many,
and the sisters of three,
who love to tug and twist and cut twine ‘neath the sea
where I lived for many many years under the rotundas of mental health
amongst dry retching desires and lengthy spells
searching for love and so much more
wrong place wrong time,
I decide to soar.
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bombastic
the moment is fantastique
when I shudder with deep peace
it’s overall amazing
but consequences consequences
of this goddamned show
pantomime the pleasure, suffering,
will I watch it go?
I acknowledge it is worthy of being much adored
the events forthcoming
unexpected
yet awaited
something silently asked, yearned for
it’s inherently palatable
this desire we can call home
but indulgences in memorandum are dangerous
won’t we desire them less? No, let the heart roam.
brightened sets of eyes sharing the same thoughts
hands extended, belly-fire,
knowing we are each other ours,
to find that other
to share the feelings
the same desire
perspirations
knowingly
entered into sufferings
because together they don’t seem
too harsh, abrasive, in the end
consequences are now like a steely dance
consumption of the knowing urge is like
icing on soft gorges
the curvatures on your back allows me to
slide and slip away
let me lick the air of delicate understanding,
share our moments for another day.
(09/11/21)
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my mission is pure,
Seer’s blood I am sure,
entitled to breathe in and relax
because I am laying, stress-relieved upon my back,
there’s nothing left to say except this,
I cannot stress enough the importance of
wanting to remain,
to be the best in life that I can be,
pity those who care not for life,
who do not accept it as something
to be cherished, loved,
adored, too.
I cannot believe that some just coast on by
never taking in what surrounds them,
beauty of November, sprinklings of May,
and baby, I wish you to spread those wings
and want to stay,
honestly, reckoning I shall
because there’s so much to delve into,
the possibilities are endless,
I will say.
(07/11/21)
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positively brightening
what is there to come?
a world of complications? But a heart won’t come undone
I learn from each mistake, take on life lessons at hand,
and understanding every moment has its consequence,
I’m more well-equipped, skills at hand.
I know that I should be strong
I know that certain pathways were wrong
I understand that the future is bright
if I accept it, in a way to behold,
because there’s nothing wrong
with being myself and more
so we shall not bother to deal with any
reckoning from others about my soul.
I am quieter, I am softer, I am gentler and this
is the truth,
from bombastic to controlled,
I guess tiring was the former view,
to be something more with the click of
a finger, is this what the aim is for?
My demeanour tender,
I will rise above and beyond,
I already am, already have,
I’m sure,
the devil’s in the details but no mention
needed of him,
because I can see my future,
and well, let me tell you,
there are things I want and need,
come to fruition,
growth from mere seeds,
slowly, slowly, sure,
I will traverse this land of complications,
allow me to see this through.
(06/11/21)
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