A Feud to Carry Vol. 2, 2.1.24
“30 Days; Or Less”
February is the month of mistakes
Trial and error
The second beginning, to pick up the pieces
Left by January, left by the prior year
Left by everyone around you
And make something of the days
Building each one upon the next
Snapping into place
The shortest month
Therefore the safest to try
Let this be the beginning
Of the next day and the next day
Each step gaining speed
In the downhill race to March
Stumbling to find that rhythm
Even if you tumble and roll
Towards that goal
You are still, yes still, moving forward
@env0writes C.Buck
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She's Not Your Enemy
I see through glistening eyes the way you look at her
Like she’s an unleashed monster setting fire to your treasure
I hear through the creaks in my door, what you say to her
The words she is used to, tear my heart asunder
The daggers of hatred shooting from your eyes in this battue
The poisonous spite you spit molding her waxy heart ever since she saw you
She’s not your enemy, yet in her tolerance is an expanse of battleground you find
She’s not your enemy, yet you purge her of the sins that exist in your mind
This is shattering my heart and soul as I ask your anger, “Where are you from?”
She’s not your enemy, yet your treatment of her weighs on my peace when I do anything to becalm
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Desire
Your eyes linger
on the sliver of flesh
I dare show,
tell me,
am I imagining things
or I can spot
some yearning
inside of them?
Tell me,
do you wish to
run your mouth
your hands
all over my skin
and taste
the desire that lives
inside of me.
- Ely C. Winters.
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I told myself,
One day
but surely,
That did fade
I gave up
And the cheers stopped
but today,
I know that one more day
is how i keep what i have
it's a life's work
and I can't be led astray
Today,
I must stay.
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Spilled Inktober, 10.9.23
“Repetitive Bookworming"
How wise these gentle shepherds of souls must be
To gnaw such scholars to the core
Greater than any Alexandria, if we could usurp the almighty
What knowledge to use to wage this holy war
Oh, messengers of the departed, dearly pass on
Knowledge and spirits as well
Look into the light, so that the cycle moves onward, time is gone
As our the books, empty bindings on the shelf, like hell
Again, the words are missing, where did they go?
Father, mother, gone to the flame
Knowledge pursuit in desperate flow
Consume each line, lettered, fettered with blame
Another book, another tome, another hallway wings will roam
Flitter, flit, and flick each page
Such records read, soon consumed, and laid in loam
Oh, the flame should fill all with rage
Red and bright, oh, burning light
Where gentle souls seek out to chase
Pass on, you weary readers, into the night
Sleep, oh, dream, of distant lands and lives to soon embrace
@env0writes C.Buck
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pretty lies.
they said, 'it's a phase, perhaps', i denied.
only the moon knows how many tears i've dried.
i'd never tried, or realised
that in the name of true love,
you'd always lied.
one day, i held a knife. you said it hurt you.
what about the all the drops of crimson i bled for you?
i etched your lies into pretty little tattoos,
love,
hid each scar, for a short glance from you.
you were no god, but i made you my religion.
you're telling me i shouldn't have loved you the way i did?
you were the sunshine, now you've set our house ablaze,
you said i was your favourite book,
but my character hadn't lived the first page.
so in the end, from these ties of attachment
i set myself free;
it had always been me, not we.
i was forced to take a step back, but you didn't see,
i guess sometimes, it's just not meant to be.
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Memories
Memories faded with time can be erased
Abandoned dreams, spotless mind, effaced
Flashbacks of your sweet smile and face
become a souvenir held still in space
Will we forget? Perhaps yes perhaps no..
We can't foretell what only many a moon will show
But I do know one thing that's not misplaced
A true love is hard to forget and its memory cannot be replaced
-Sin The Black Rose
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I’m not attached to my avatar. Actually I’m gonna b honest I feel so fly rn
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lost
who was i before
i chose to become someone
worthy of your love?
-
(photo via)
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Written in between
The seams silently are the
Words stitched together.
A material
Is crafted to help conceal
Or made to protect.
The innocence of
A voice that has forgotten
How to truly speak.
Hidden in plain sight (Haiku mini story: Part 1)
© Q.S.
02/22/2022
(Like and reblog for part 2)
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Janus Estuaries Vol. 3, 1.1924
“Another Off The List: Another On"
The hard part about having too much to do
Is writing down a list
The hardest part about writing down a list
Is that it is one more thing to do
On the newly formed list
Of things to do
Now there is one more thing to do
DONE
There is one less thing to do now
On the long list of many things to do
They are good things
Careful, loving things
Groceries, Dishes, Laundry, Sleep
Taxes, Writing, Eating, Sleep
Finding rest at end of day
Finding words, to her, to say
Getting out with strangers dare
Knowing that the world doesn’t play fair
There is so much left yet to do
I wonder what comes next
I wonder if you wonder too
@env0writes C.Buck
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A Melancholy Ache
This small corner of the world
Giving me a chance to step into an another
That's all I've ever wanted
And yet this melancholy ache I feel
All these friends have moved on
And I'm still behind trying to reach the cliff
Will the cliff be my flight or fall?
The questions keep me awake and fragile
And the expectations pull me into a slumber
Didn't see it coming, loved where it was going
Those doors I never had the key for were unlocked
How do I close them back now that you took away the key when you left?
I am a rock in most weathers, for me and everyone else
But there comes once in a season shift and I fall apart albeit for a moment
In that vulnerability lies what I wish to conquer
A chance to step into another world, for better or for worse
I want to find out
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Before Anubis
Never have I ever
doubted myself before I
stood in front of
Anubis
and waited for my heart
to be weighted.
Never have I ever
felt more naked than that
moment when
Anubis
took my heart
and placed it on the scale.
Never have I ever
been so still and quiet before
than in those seconds
when the scales
moved until
Anubis
could see the result.
Never have I ever
felt such relief than when
Anubis
nodded once
and led me to
the Field of Reeds.
- Ely C. Winters.
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Pillow Talk
Tangled in bed sheets
Beneath pillow seams
Are talks of nightmares
And forgotten dreams
delicacies
intimate conversations
become role plays
by touch and sensations
do you dare?
infatuations
Legs sprawled in a mess
Yours in mine
talk less
Rip the bedding tucked
Undress your body
A sensual fuck
Make me a mess
with slight ease
i'll be spilling out,
begging on my knees
karma sutra
get tangled up in me
with my legs sprawled
dick, please
chills burying my bones
Pillow talk
Turned to sweet moans
Found me slick
with your cock
Pearls on my neck
Lipstick kisses & skin bitten
leaving marks
on hotel linens
I’m only yours
And you’re my only
Just for tonight,
l'll never be lonely
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Do good people still exist?
In this world filled with greed for power and lust, do good people still exist?
In the midst of a storm, when the sky cried and negativity escalated,
Hope was nowhere to be found, and the end seemed definite;
There was a sudden change in the wind – It felt different.
A ray of sunlight held my hand, and I was no more feeling cold,
The presence of the sun never exhausted me, but I was never before told,
How to react – when you were always unloved and now someone makes you feel loved.
I feared the rays would burn me; did the sun ever intend it?
No, everything was quiet, but I carried my fears like a lunatic.
I lived in the moonlight praying for hope, and morning sunshine gave me all of it,
I'll be a fool if I still feel good people don't exist.
It still scares me, but this time, I don't want to resist.
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escapril day v: crush
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