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rayven-interrupted · 3 months

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I wonder

how your body

would be

against a window

freezing like dew

in the dawn

holding on

to my charred wings

fuel to the holocaust

of our sickness,

mutually understood

psychopathy

burning like stars

eventually into nothing

I wonder..

- the most beautiful poetry you ever inspired. Behind bars.

Whatever.

I fucking wrote for you until I bled out.

I still do..

-R

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the-destiny-of-the-pendulum · 8 months

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Aloof in the breeze

Scattered light, filtered, detached

Leaves floating away.

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sircharlesthepoet · 3 years

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Rain Parade

Cloudy skiesThe sun dies Gentle orchestra on my windowI have fallen far below The moist, the tearsThe parade in my ears Are we finally sober?Or are we sobbing? Sliding down the glassI swear, this is my last Until the sun has risenTo silence my siren This rain will dropSorrow won’t stop. @sircharlesthepoet Click here for link to picture.

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ravven003 · 4 years

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Feeling It February

Challenge #5

The goal of Feeling It February is to write a piece every day that embodies a specific emotion. The piece can be either prose or poetry , and you can use the name (ie sadness, anxiety, anger, joy, etc.) or leave it out as long as it explicitly reflects that emotion.

I think this is a feeling we have all experienced at some point. Sometimes, though, it is not ours to carry...

I raise my eyes to look at you.

They fall.

I turn my head,

Close my eyes,

Clench my fists

As the words

Vomit from my lips.

My cheeks are red

My mouth trembles

The sourness of my words

Peaking in the crescent

Of what should have been

A smile.

After awhile,

I unclench my fists

Only to find

Pock marks left behind.

Do not look at me

Please.

Do not.

Emotion: shame

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nefariousjdorsey · 4 years

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In the final stretch of giving birth to my latest work. I'm excited and nervous. Cover change! Yes? No? #authorsofig #SOARBook #authorscommunity #writingcommunity #poetryofinstagram #poets #WritingMyPain #BLM #Equality https://www.instagram.com/p/CGjSpbUFCX9/?igshid=98ir6ikt859b

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rayven-interrupted · 15 days

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As a writer

there is always something left to try to inscribe

feelings suddenly become words, aching to be woven into

one more poetic piece

to attempt to convey

the storm of emotions

buried beneath the landscape of

reality, now..

Memories, faded and etched with patina

invariably have words

whispering endlessly to be ghostwritten

Life’s momentum

ebbs and flows

yet the feelings never die silently in my mind

They call from their shallow graves

demanding a scripted resurrection

long after the muse has become a faceless apparition

and love, or whatever it was

has perished

the words refuse to rest in peace

and so

I’m compelled

to

give eternity

to an abandoned legacy

and bleed out

a wounded symphony

again

and

again

-R

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rayven-interrupted · 4 months

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Every minute echoes goodbye

but

I loved you

Didn’t I?

wait for you vitriolically

prayed for you

symbolically

my eyes cried dry

I watch the moon rise

tracing your name through stars in the sky

I still can’t stand to see the sunrise

on the unlit side

of this great divide

every time I close my eyes

It’s like the darkest suicide

have you any clue how hard I tried

you, my amorous demise

Just below my violent rage

pinned inside a bruised rib cage

my wounded heart

bleeds out

your name

When did you stop craving me

our violence over apathy?

choose silence over cadency

another place to replace me

this ache languidly killing me

foreshadowing a prophecy

claw marks on all our memories

death writing in calligraphy

all the words you’ll never see

-R

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rayven-interrupted · 9 months

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I lose grace

every time I have to open my mouth and say it

the truth is like peeling the walls from my soul

I buried you

scarred with the ash of you

bones broken healing faster than I want them to

I clawed at the earth to let you go

Bled into the dirt to let you go

You cursed us

deserted our blood lust

left distance and mistrust

bring it back to the surface

To see if it still hurts us

if it still haunts us

I bled in the earth to let you go

cried tears in the dirt to let you go

All I had I buried in you

you buried in me

without air to breathe

but I held my breath

religiously

the slow dance of death

my black litany

Dug my grave in the earth to let you go

Bled your name in the dirt to let you go

Seventy days of thunder and rain

seventy days of praying for grace

Then I lost count

as it blurred to grey

the earth was my grave

that replaced your embrace

I opened my eyes

and I saw

your face

- R

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rayven-interrupted · 7 months

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Slow dancing in a dark abyss

I whisper

Just give in to this

Starving, I need all of it

Say yes..

Windswept stygian chaos

my eyes plead

silently

I, the desolate goddess

the devil was no match for me

be my energy

my untold felony

the sapid taste of serendipity

Say yes

Say yes to me

In violet silence I have scripted

Eternally adrift amidst the endless darkness

my ink spills a raging sea

Spellbound I lift this hex of death

I scream you silently

say yes

just give in to this

Say

yes

to

me

-R

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rayven-interrupted · 1 year

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You reach into my darkness

Lifting my sadness

with your fingers tips

for just a moment

I’m less alone in my beautiful nothingness

your words are a vortex

pulling

into your gentle chaos

I close my eyes

your voice reminds me of a satanic lullaby

gods tears raining down

my ocean is on fire

I sink slowly

in your fervent feral eyes

run my tongue across your lies

it tastes like the first time

you and I collide

like everything wrong is suddenly right

It tastes like

the first time

you kissed me

good night

-R

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the-destiny-of-the-pendulum · 8 months

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I wanted the dark

To disappear

Since the moment

I realized it was

Pitch black.

-

The light was taken

My self, no longer mine

There is no shadow left of me

Either that, or I have turned

Pitch black.

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rayven-interrupted · 8 months

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It was hypnotic

then it wasn’t

captivating intoxication

Fist fulls of pretty promises

I sucked from your fingertips

as my life-blood

astonished

I stood soundless in your chaos

a balloon string

in a hurricane

stoic

amidst your madness

every time I felt your pain

I died

a little more inside

There was something beautiful

begging to

be

free

it tried to live inside of me

sometimes I felt it under my skin

sometimes it sang to me

until it became

an entity

possessing me

haunting hallways

echoing

the emptiness

and I can barely breathe

It’s time for

an exorcist

rip this

anguish from my soul

the balloon string

in my wounded hand

aching to let go

“maybe we were madly in love

maybe

we were never enough “

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the-destiny-of-the-pendulum · 9 months

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Morning comes

waiting outside my door

Like hungry dogs

Panting with dripping tongues

I have to open the door

Face fear without a way out

Face the bullets

Already headed my way

The morning is a challenge

I want to hide

As long as possible

But there it is

Right outside my window

The morning makes me tremble

Like a leaf fighting a brutal wind

Clinging to the branch like a bed

The only place that was ever home

The morning can be good

By accident or coincidence

Maybe I feel fine

And that’s fine

For now

The morning settles like sand

I wash in with the tide

Try to figure out

Which beach the ocean

Spit me out on today

The morning can be kind

Happy feelings on repeat one

In a world where fear

Is someone else’s problem

The burden of the girl

I will be tomorrow

The morning is light hearted

Weighing nearly nothing

Pockets stuffed with sunshine

Enough for at least

Two or three days

Of moonlight

The morning is unpredictable

Falling asleep

I pray for a day

Of confetti and childhood birthday parties

The morning waits all night

At the foot of my bed

A statue with moons for eyes

Half of me

Never leaves the bedroom

Half of me is playing hopscotch

On the sidewalk

I tell her be careful

The next chalk box

Could be a black hole

But she doesn’t know what that is

I want to keep it that way

As long as I can

The morning could by

A friend or foe

Either way

I have no choice

But to greet it

With suspicion

And hope.

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rayven-interrupted · 10 months

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I held my breath

your words, like bullets

tore through my chest

there was nothing left

just Sundays death

the metallic taste

of pain

unexpressed

the finality

seeps into me

3 am and I can’t sleep

he’s a tourniquet to stop the bleed

an artist but he’s not for me

artistry isn’t what I need

I want the one who makes me bleed

My pain turns to hate my hate to rage

my eyes close

and I see my fate

your face

will never fade

the king of hearts

fucks

The queen of spades

a silent scripted serenade

you’re sober now and unafraid

my harlequin heart in retrograde

red wine running down my veins

my patroness patiently

holding my face

her dark wings wipe my tears away

she whispers

“You did not love him in vain

he will find you someday

dust or clay “

-R

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the-destiny-of-the-pendulum · 6 months

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a sigh suspended

the stuttering of silence

syllables resigned

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rayven-interrupted · 2 months

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he said I needed love

but

Ive never needed anyone

yet I let your pain drown out the storm

.. in me

a reckoning I fought feverishly

I knew this

when the road split

I’d be standing abandoned and alone

In the aftermath I’d come undone

we haunt the memories we made

when we were intensely unafraid

when I hid the sun behind your eyes

and stayed awake a thousand nights

I’ve scripted deeper inside the fever

pulling words in from the ether

words that break, they don’t align

cracked glass thoughts on borrowed time

Intense glow of smoke filled rooms

the less and less I think of you

Forever in a thousand miles

You’re fading out from my vermeil

“ I don’t remember your face or your hair or your name or your smile”

-R

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