some old some new but all for you
reach into the sheaf of paper stored inside my chestpullfold crease bend sharpensmooth love art keep it safe and warm in your handshome of my origami heart©charlieka
My Heart is Broken
spent all my money on penny candies and pony ridesrocket ships soaring into skiesmoon beams scintillating across my mindmy baby is so sick I fear he is dying let me take the fever from his brow I will swallow the pain away let me be a lighthouse beacon searching for a healerdon't say goodbye©charlieka
Read You Write
thought the day would be wintergreen sharp and taste like your last goodbye clean and gravity challenging the leaves grew soft under the bewildered sun and lilacs began to overthink hibernation and bloom and your poetry showed me new light and old darknessbarbed thorns on rosesprickly pear kisseshome©charlieka
tongue tied to the hammer of my heart beating thumping dumbing me up but maybe that's just meI'm afraid to cut loose in casethe awkward might stayIt's been so long I might not know how to speak another language out loudI better start wth a b c d©charlieka
Just This Small Thing
. . . and your grin when I see you Is everything I need I wish it was a movie so I could hit replay©charlieka
Everytime I think I believe I get the feelingThe jokes on meIDK WTF IWWMI'm a deer in the headlights Trapped in the gleam Hoping for warmth but never trust it's there Waiting in the middle of the roadFor the truth Either wayA crash that will strip me bare©charlieka
A laugh in the sea of sadness ghosts that swim in schools surfaceintrigued circle closer for a tastecaught in the undertowgive in to the current and vanish©charlieka
I can't write any more poetries they are lostshattered on the silence of passing November laying strewn in pieces about my feet I put your name on my lips with silent kiss good morning the day already burning stars into shivering clouds of tangerine and the birds sing song like wind chimes playing spring instead of winter and thinking of you and the hot summer gaze of your eyes sunrise in the night moonlit caress of those silken beams missing you in this empty space beside megood morning good morning hurry back please©charlieka
I'll take care of you Make soupIce your lipsRub your knotted backKiss the nape your neckFloat my fingertips 'cross your restless nightSit against your sideRead the newspapersWatch you darling boyAll the while you sleep ©charlieka
All you are is a storyClutched in the palm of your handSeashells by the oceanSlipping golden through the sandAll you are is poetryThat isn't easy to sayYou wait by the window sillWhile your soul walks awayAll you are is whispersShadows beneath the skiesThe coming of the winterAnd the tellers of the liesAll you are is songStitched through your skinThe voices they get louderI can't hear through the dinAll you are is memoryFloating through flesh and dustFingers scything through the sunlightBefore they are left to rustAll I do is put outThe fires that you setWith a wild in your eyesThe wild that I covet- AvitajHello, I guess.
The Fires You Set
Is it just me, Am I seeing things?Or does the way we breathe make perfect sense?I could start fires with what I feel for youThe sun could fade out and we'd see it through- Fires, David Ramirez
I want to toss my phone into the dustbin
I want to toss my phone into the dustbinAfter blocking all contacts of " virtual friends"And deleting all my accounts clean. Before it's too late to make amends. I want to disappear off the location gridAnd escape the perpetual intrusion into my privacyTracking every wrong thing I ever didWhere personal space is a childish fallacy.I long to go back to when I was prude and innocentBut this impenetrable web around the multiverseInstead brings the past to bury which I'm as intentAs escaping from the clutches of this Internet's curse. I wish to live how people did in the era I've never seen When there were no computers and smartphonesAnd no raging impulse to chuck my phone in the binWhere AI wouldn't replace the feelings in my bones.
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I'll leave it to you December !
I'll leave it to you December to teach me that I need notto go through phases of season to blossom. I neednot to wait for the magic march in my life. There's alwaysspring there even in cold days, it's just that I've to find nowhere but within. No matter how much broken pieces balanced me together,how much chaos my silence has hold, my smile lies to pain,how much eyes tired of streaming, I'll leave it to you December to teach me how to remain constant in highest crust andtrough of life cycle.And I'll leave it to you December to teach me how to self love, how not to lie to self, how not to fall in the trap of different shadesof the people, how not to lost in the goodbyes, and how to vieledthe memories of deceit, and that life is more than what iscurrently ongoing.- new beginnings don't require new year's new day, it just need your affirmation to close the decaying chapter and begin the new metonia ! ©inking_rubatosis
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how to forget after all of thisyou were not the first pair of ' eyes ' that I've confused for home ,but you were by far the hardest to leave !©_darkside_
Say less. Mean more.©Filipp
#end Thank you @writersnetwork for the @miraquill
A slab of bronze coffin still shiningLike every night the silent stars come to visit themMillions of little hopes of delicate love have sworn to the infinite skyAnd it ain't ready to say goodbye©lazybongness
Too Far GoneThe aroma starts the pricking of memory.Burn in my belly and rush to my head.Falling for the lie of the high heard timeAnd time again...running to the rhythmOf oblivion's melody. Tripping, and slipping,Sliding faster and further into the landOf obscurity. Don't look too long for me.For, I won't be long - rather too far gone.And those prickly memories will scatterIn the wake of vanished years. As theBottle in my hand begins to shake...Mixing this elixir of poison and tears.©crogers180
they’re foolish for ever thinking they ever could.
I was breaking down the parts of me from yesterday because I ran out of space. Watch the leaves break their spines, begging to hang on for the rest of winter- they’re foolish for ever thinking they ever could. I’m peeling back layers from the sun that never stayed on my skin. It feels soothing and dangerous all at once. I let my eyes wander across the room until they land on the corner of the ceiling where the paint gives in. Remember the house I grew up in? My father had someone patch the ceiling when it began to buckle near the center. Dozens of holes woven throughout the ceiling, but you never noticed because you were too busy looking at the cracks in the floor. I dare you to step on one to see if it caves in- at least you’d be buried in grace. Everyone keeps asking me how I’ve been holding on. They look through me like a ghost and I have to remind them that I’m still very-much a live. I hate changes. I hate that we ever painted the living room beige. I hate that everyone had to say goodbye because I’m still waiting for one of them to come back and say hello again. And when they do, they’ll ask me where I’ve been. Ask me how I could see the world changing colors if I’m colorblind. Ask me what happened. I’ll tell them everything about this past year. I’ll tell them the truth. I’ll tell them I was breaking down the parts of me from yesterday because I ran out of space. -AMT©thesleeplessdreamer
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How to fly
There is a place I once knewwhere the sand bars hid magicin the swirling salt watersborrowed from the drifting currentsof an outgoing tide.Miniscule sand crabsdwelled beneath bubbles in wet sandscuttling for coverfrom the circling sea birdsthat drifted on oceanic airstreams.I remember following the tracksof the herons and cormorantsarms out to my sidescatching the updraughtsimagining that I too could fly.Did my brother birds watch curiouslyas I raced along the shorekicking soft sand behind mebare feet flying over dunes and ridgessplashing through warm waters?I was flying alongside themparallel to the skyrunning into the afternoon sun the force of salt and sand and windlifting me to freedom.There is a place I once knewwhere the sand bars hid magicin the swirling salt waters.There is a place I once knewwhere my imagination flewinto infinity.Joy©joybirdpoetry
The love song currently playing on my radio, with its upbeat tempo and promising lyrics, has me tapping my feet and throwing my hands up into the air. I don’t know whether to be gleefully relieved or utterly terrified.©dmrlwrites