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i pick at memories like scabs on juvenile knees
and i bleed when i could be change,
but i am both the bird and the tarnished cage.
i think some people are steel-toe boots and some of them are sidewalks;
some people live and learn the names of humans, of streets just to run away,
and some of them are cities forged and born to always stay.
and if life is a tree, i have to say, some days i want to leave,
but i think my birthmark is a footprint, and i'm bona fide concrete.
— concrete // melancholy galaxies (t.e.t.)
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Prime Directive
I fed your hunger,
slaked your thirst,
gave you shelter,
clothed you first
in righteousness
I healed your sick,
set captives free,
and raised the dead
to live through Me
Yet angel-tongued,
the cymbals clang
from world to world
deception rang
So many gifts
laid at My feet,
while truth lies
fallen in the street
So as you travel
time and space,
whatever perils
you might face
In realms you build,
in far-off land,
Remember
it is by My hand
Eternally
rings this refrain:
that without love,
it's all in vain.
(Dedicated to the participants of @inklings-challenge and @inklings-sprint)
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soon another window opens
—portal to the unknown
landscapes beyond the realms
of imagination
drawing ever closer
.
RhymingTherapy—August 2023 (my digital artwork) poem inspired by @writerscreed challenge “portals”
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I love to see you slip
through the gate, your smile
radiant and warm
with tenderness and eyes
that glisten with a tincture
of love sickness. Might I have
a sip of that stare?
And your tongue swirls
around my passions,
churning up the sediments
of faraway love stories
I’d assembled in my head
long before you held me,
like this,
so tightly,
as if your tongue, your thoughts
dominated my every whim.
And so, I fall
headlong
into your kiss.
-Rhapsody
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Bad Decisions
I just want to be the devil on your shoulder long enough for you to pick me
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"All the Broken Bloom" by September Stardust is a collection of poems guided by self-love and affirmation. It's for people who are feeling held back, broken, or uncertain about the greatness within them and before them. It's for those on a journey of hope and healing. It's for anyone who needs a nudge to bloom through whatever is in their way.
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9 year old scars still feel the same as they did when we were 18, and "it's been a while but I still feel the same" rings too true in all the nightmares where you leave. // i have tried to dream with my eyes open, but I still wake up in cold sweats with missing heartbeats I try to pretend haven't always belonged to you. // cupid's arrow got delayed and shot us both in different timelines, so that when we finally found each other in the same car on the same street, we had put too many miles in our little town, and the maps were already drawn out in opposite directions.
there is an expired warrant out on my heart; the one you stole on the football field at 15, chasing stars like they were wishes burning away too quickly for us to catch.
on clear nights by the ocean, I can still hear the phantom of your laugh; and on the nights the deafening silence is louder than your bottled memory, I keep your record on for background noise. I let your lullaby sing me to sleep.
we are both Geminis, which means we were born among the same set of stars, but if horoscopes were real, why did our light not guide each other home? // if you lose your best friend and your heart in the same person, how do you put your faith in a world that will always remain half-broken?
why did we burn our little lego house, before we had the chance to get out?
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Not yet.
I am going through a lot personal life changes. Once they are resolved, I will come back to tumblr and Poetry Portal. I appreciate your patience while I focus on my personal life. Thanks!
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Open Mic
One day I want to walk into a bar, buy a beer,
take a seat, and after ten minutes of boredom,
start tapping a tune on the beer glass with an
errant spoon, which prompts some other guy
across the room to stomp his feet in rhythm,
and then some young guy with a beard pulls
out a guitar and strums along, and then some
old guy in a hat whips out a harmonica, then
some beautiful red-headed woman stands up
and starts to sing in a voice that soars above
the din, a haunting tune of love and loss that
tears every heart to pieces, leaving the crowd
weeping into their drinks, dreaming of home
and roads not taken, and as the song comes to
its inevitable end, the last chord reverberating
into the night, we all pause, then return back
to what we doing as if nothing ever happened.
-GeorgeFilip
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Writing Prompts: February 12, 2023
1. “We met on a flight from Philadelphia to Kansas City.”
2. A box of football-shaped chocolate candy.
3. “How do you know Travis and Jason?”
4. Run, throw, catch, kiss.
5. Fifty-seven roses.
6. “My girlfriend’s house is walking distance from the stadium.”
7. A bag of “Be Mine” cards forgotten at a tailgate party.
8. “What kind of person bets on the length of an engagement?”
9. A coinflip life decision.
10. “Our wedding was in Phoenix.”
Bonus Photo Prompt:
Photo Credit: karmaalwayswins
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Jan 30 2023
He wanted to smell like oceans
Instead he drowned himself in the fragrance of a liar, a cheat
A waste of the expensive cologne I gave him
I was his lifeboat
Tossing second chances in to his waters like a fisherman casting a net
Hoping to catch my happy ending
He was a con artist masquerading as a lover
That claimed he belonged to me
I was lost at sea for so long I became hollow, floating like driftwood, drifting away
then my head stopped listening to my heart
I finally learned to swim - my existence, finally plucked from the water
I learned how to fly away
down the coastline
I sit at my new favourite place
Waves crashing against the rockbed
Remembering how his troubled waters carried me asunder
Remembering that he is no good waste of space, pollution to the air I breathe
how I made the choice to fly away home
left it all behind to reclaim my happiness
Yet his absence still takes up space in my head
~intrusive thoughts that feign revenge
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when life gets hard
it's the little things
that keep us soft
.
~@pocketfullofpoesies
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The Wisdom of Folly
The Fool is a wise man,
& the Wise Man is a fool;
The former seeks the high land,
Which the latter plans to rule.
The Fool has intuition;
The Wise Man a rigid mind.
One understands his mission
Whilst the other stumbles blind.
The Fool is led by instinct
& the Wise Man by his wit;
The latter tends to misthink,
Whilst the former seldom quits.
Indeed the Fool is a wise man,
& the Wise Man is a fool —
The first enjoys his lifespan,
& the second dies unschooled.
— T.M.P.
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Promises As Good As Lies
Promises as good as lies
are from the distant skies
They are lasting screams
from our darkest dreams
That is why we are still here
In the hope we are very near
Close enough, always out of reach
Hear no promises, this I do beseech
No skies nor dreams can outlive God
Who alone commands with a final nod
Sacrificial death
brings out the divine in us,
valentine at peace
©Johnny J P Lee
14 February 2023
HAIBUN:
Gogyoshiren Poem (10)
with Haiku 5-7-5
Photos: Kaushal Kishore
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