every morning is a river,
each hour is a stone in the mud below.
and i am a skeleton inside a paper boat
its always tipping halfway through
this tiring journey i must do,
and at the end my paper boat sinks.
so i may rest in the riverbed
before i begin anew.
#gempoeting
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Hkumar This is mood <3
Aug 18, 2023
fatherfig <333
Aug 18, 2023
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Hands limp outstretched and empty
River full carrying many things moving
Am I the river or the hands
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silence isnt scary
he just wants to sit in your corner
and soak in some sun
right by the window
and he loves to hum
he sounds like the wind
and he feels alone
poeple say silence means bad company
but silence is quite good to me,
he hears all my problems
and solutions offer up
silence is lovely
but you will tune him out
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AlienPoetry Silence is literally just...me.
Aug 16, 2023
fatherfig I won't tune you out c:
Aug 17, 2023
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when cyclones are compared to love
i think why would anyone
want to rip themselves asunder
and take out the neighborhood
what about love is good
if love is devastation for all involved
why are we so drawn to the torrent winds
like they are somewhere good to play
like they are caring in some way
i used to sit wondering when
in fear
the cyclone would hit me
and take away everything i hold dear
but now im thinking
i dont want love
i think romance would make me
self destruct
i like the calm winds of being alone
they blow rose petals into my home
and it would be romatic
if romance wasnt a cyclone
and was possible
for those who
want
to
be
alone
#gempoeting
fatherfig Cyclones: torrent abrasive winds
Love: supercharged emotions towards another being
Both: could destroy everything, are unpredictable, hard to deal with, and to stop
Aug 15, 2023
AlienPoetry Thus why being Aromantic is best for all parties!
Aug 16, 2023
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#gempoeting poem/vent ( this is in no way angled at anyone other than the people who said these things to me and their hypocritical beliefs- as they act against them- I repeat a lot of unkind things people have said to me recently)
My soul awaits in a ragged void begging for your mercy
fatherfig I cannot be enough on my own my identity is poison
Aug 13, 2023
fatherfig Bathe me in holy water and sanctify my person
Aug 13, 2023
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fatherfig Pov: blood god in love with an angel
Jul 31, 2023
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#gempoeting ( reconfigure of last poem but more tragic )
two dark pools of over saturated malt whiskey--
if you drink from them you will feel it in your chest first
warm hands pushing gently in on your collar bones--
until they they mold the shapes of his finger prints
looking into the pools deeply, it's much too easy to be dragged forward
there are black holes in his eyes, we know
amber was created for trapping insects like me
if floating felt like drowning icarus wouldn't have fell
drowning feels like witnessing his final breath--
when the end is just as sudden as the beginning,
the pularity is reversed; his eyelids drifting softly closed
it feels like getting slammed into a rough hardwood floor
the cedar splinters under your nails are forever; and he is not
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#gempoetingtwo light-broken pools of over saturated malt whiskey--
drink from them. you will feel it in your chest first
pushing in on your collar bones until they are weather-warped.
look into them deeply, isn't it much too easy to be dragged forward
by the black hole inside his eyes,
amber was created for trapping insects like me
how painful that the end is just as sudden as the beginning,
i wasn't ready for it to be over; his eyelids drift softly closed
like getting slammed into rough hardwood floors
that will leave cedar splinters under your nails
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never there
i escape the gravitational pull of your vision
hovering outside of this great world's physics
un-celestial and sinking
-hello?
-is anyone there?
-can anyone hear me?
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Sometimes we see people and we find ourselves reaching out-
trying to touch our too small reflections in the concaves of their necks,
just below the chin where the unspoken words stay.
I live there; they say a conscious is in your head, but I disagree.
Because I think in the voice-broken hollow under my chin.
I feel it pushing me down keeping me for later or never,
my essence forever strangled and swallowed.
Are you lying beside the "I meant well's" sitting in your esophagus
hands drifting over the words bitten back at the last second ?
Last second when you noticed there was no reflection in the person to your right,
when you reach out with extended fingers only to see nothing there,
and realized there was no you at all?
I once tried to become the shadow of a man's adams apple.
He was just sitting he wasn't looking for anything isn't that a wonder!
He was sitting and I sat too imagining myself to belong to a body so noble.
I crawled into the wrinkles in a ladies mouth while she was laughing.
And it seemed like a good home until I fell out from between her teeth,
I was grasping for anything to be- anything other than vacany just sitting and waiting
asking, begging, chanting even: Where are my people? Where is my reflection?
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the river is wet and cold, but that's alright you've never been warm
if you don't get out now, you might wash away
you don't know how to swim so you walk against the current
fighting to keep from parts of yourself falling prey
even when you get out you will be a prisoner still
because the black hole still awaits
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crawling across your stomach are cracks
counting them would be like counting blades of grass
and you put them there yourself darling
hunched forward, head down, like a marionette
you have given up on your free will but it's there still
your shoulders are forced back with the guilt you carry
there is a hole formed in your chest
from where you tore back your mud flesh
you like to check inside to make sure you
have a heart left in this chasm
because the darkness only grows inside
as you look on to see what your numb hands have done
deftly and with your attention away from this hell
you let the strings pull you out
mudman what have you done now
why is there scarlet in your mouth
darling are you feeling sick now
that there's blood on your hands
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not beautiful are you
you were broken
and reformed
and then twisted
and reformed
melted under pressure
and reformed
you have died from the constant struggle,
but you always reformed
you never let them be rid of you
you wanted a home away from it all
but you were just given blood and asked to drink
you wanted a heart and so they told you to take one
rip it out, watch it stop beating
it hurt you- but you reformed
you are strong
with low hanging shoulders
you are tall
with thin limbs
you are brave
with tears perched on your eyelids
and you are hated for it
this primal strength
that uprights you from a dead sleep
so they can't get to you
you are ugly and selfish- it's how you survived
only trying to escape the isolation and pain
you are not what others want you to be
but you are all I need
i won't ask you to be better
because you have nothing to prove now
i'm ugly too- you are just like me
i want to break myself into your shape
so i can walk us both out of here
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the saltwater welling up in your eyes
is cracking your weak clay smile
i would do anything for you
i want to try to heal that hell-
i hope to bring you back to us again
i'm longing to press my dry lips
against your wavering facade of a grin
until it melts into my hands from your tears
can i make your expression less grim?
do you see my outstretched arms for you?
i can promise you they are warm
i know you are crying alone- ashamed of feeling again
you try to laugh lowly to hide the pain
i see your shoulders bowing
you don't have to hide when you're hurting
darling i want to mold your clay-
without an oven's harsh take
to simply make you whole again
you have a habit of going away-
right when i need you to stay so
i've been tempted to make you into something
that's more permament-
who and what i want you to be-
a place i confide in could possibly even hide in
a warm towering clay chapel i could reside in-
but i won't make the mistake
of taking your freedom away
i only want to tend the weather worn parts of your skin
so darling just let me stay- please don't run away-
because in my suffering
i will love you even then
i'll have saltwater eyes and a weak clay smile
and after all my work-
with my hands covered in your earth-
i'll be alone again...
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I remember reading about the little girl
In the newspaper article, that cried glass
Tear drops like diamonds
because she swallowed sand
To keep her mouth closed despite
The clenched fists around her throat
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#gempoeting
ecology is more advanced than our technology
all of the creatures have harmony in their biosphere, not one is lonely
they all feel biotic there, and even the abiotic things exist normally
the environment they have together exists stably uninterruptedly
the weather is only temporary, but the climate is a summary of its history
each area has a different convection cell that predeterminedly changes through cycles
climate change has never happened rapidly, just predictably, as the climate does
being pushed relentlessly, and towards the end, violently changing before us
greenhouse gases collect heat and cause a greenhouse effect
detonating heat waves and global warming, we all create so much Co2
the forests we are deforesting are our safety and the balance to keep the atmosphere going
they were carbon sinks, and now our carbon resources overflow them
now our hydrolic cycle and carbon cycle are dying slowly
it's not hard to see the ecological footprints that were left when we stomped on earth
we used to walk gingerly, now we measure in earth equivalents
because our planet doesn't have enough resources to sustain us
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#gempoeting fresh from myy napo thread
my scarred arms have gotten tanned this spring
i once wore long sleeves to hide these marks and the ugliness
of breaking pieces of myself to try to fit into misshapen skin
my eczema was always marked off as growing pains
that is shameful, they would say- don't scratch yourself raw
but they never noticed me writhing to try to fit inside
i was a caterpillar in those days- stuck inside a cacoon
is it so shameful to be set free of the pain
i found a lotion that finally worked to soothe my skin
and i haven't used it in weeks; isn't that masochistic
my arms are making that progression toward scarring once more
but the scars are a part of me; i finally realized the errors here
scars are not shameful, nor are they ugly; i was told they made me unlovable
but i love myself just fine
Stringbean Love the power of those last two lines <333
Apr 28, 2023
fatherfig <3333
Apr 28, 2023
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Stringbean i like u, u very cool person and very good poet and very caring fren <33
Apr 10, 2023
fatherfig <33333
Apr 11, 2023
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#gempoeting
running in circles of stale air and wooden tables
it's a warm afternoon but i am self captured
by inattention to details and myself
warm water flowing over low shoulders
that only rise when the camera threatens
them with being in someone else's view
cold silence that spills from spider cracked lips
they just want to say something new
dull tightness behind tired eyes
burns like a candle that will be a fire soon
Euphory "spider cracked lips" and "running in circles of stale air" is BREATHTAKING imagery :O <3
Apr 2, 2023
fatherfig <333
Apr 2, 2023
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tatteredbones wrote:@alliyah and @nicole136 inspired this poem in a pad haha
#gempoeting
september isn't
waking up in a cold sweat wondering
if you even fell asleep
days repeating into themselves
hearing the patter of little feet
little feet that aren't there
in actuality
it isn't feeling cold
and the cold in turn feeling you
falling into cycles
that feel much more like spirals
being tempted to
not be tempted to do anything
eating food without
joy and wondering where
joy has went
sparkling grass being
crushed because it
makes a sound
but september could be
warm breaths melting frost
being found when you feel lost
music playing in your mind
someone helping you feel fine
holding hands to bear against time
sleeping over six hours a night
it could be new begginings at
other begginings ends
finding new people
after you thought
you lost your friends
realizing that the calender
was tilted the whole time
and tilting it back
to watch the days
slide
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Quillfeather Who this nicole126 person???? I don't remember her...
Apr 1, 2023
alliyah <3
Apr 1, 2023
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Aug 31, 2023
a figment of my imagination
a lovely painted doll
you are warm and sleeping
graceful and pretty
i am strong and tall
we are switched in places
just like i would want
you are a kind boy in my arms
warm and small and there
an entire world is in your smile
and then you arent
and im alone
the world has ended
in a cascade of dawn
just like i thought i wanted
no one there at all
no one who is small
no one who is all i want
the cuddling is gone
and i am forced awake
by the alarm
#gempoeting