If Listening Were an Olympic Sport I'd be the worst At listening to Myself On the way to work When my singing voice Still cracks from my coffee I Wonder if there's A way to tell myself It's okay When I can feel How not okay it is If maybe I'll listen Past the wall Of anxiety that There's no fire To get rid of Just Sad truths And Hard lives Take your truths And live

"If
Listening
Were an Olympic Sport
I'd be the worst
At listening to
Myself

On the way to work
When my singing voice
Still cracks from my coffee
I

Wonder if there's
A way to tell myself
It's okay
When I can feel
How not okay it is

If maybe I'll listen
Past the wall..."
#poem #poetry #BSPoet

Would you still look for me? Outside of the swimming pool Eyes closed and hollering If I stopped calling out Your name Would ever I hear my phone ring again I'll wear as many striped shirts in every crowd As you need to see where I stand Just let me know You'll keep looking

Would you still look for me?
Outside of the swimming pool
Eyes closed and hollering

If I stopped calling out
Your name
Would ever I hear my phone ring again

I'll wear as many striped shirts
in every crowd
As you need to see where

I stand

Just let me know
You'll keep looking
#poem #poetry #bspoet

A curse Or a gift Do I still get to eat the knuckle sandwich? If a boxing glove is wrapped around the fist Or does it just Hit What gift doesn't come with the receipt Highlighted and circled in red They will never let you forget the cost Of not being dead

A curse Or a gift
Do I still get to eat the knuckle sandwich?
If a boxing glove is wrapped around the fist
Or does it just Hit
What gift doesn't come with the receipt
Highlighted and circled in red
They will never let you forget the cost
Of not being dead
#poem #poetry #poems

My Own Hands I want to sit me down Put my hand On my own knee Look at myself And say, "I need some time" I want to look Into my own eyes And let the clock Unwind All the time I spent Counting the bruises Like buttons I never was good at Collections But I am good At being a bad Actor In the play Of my life If I could cast Me As my Lover I'd say "Give me space... I don't love you any less But your heart Beats like, 35 times a second And I don't have Enough grace In my pinky toe To let you box breathe your way Back into our conversations But you've got a golden glove In getting back up So don't worry about the pace just Side step back into Yourself Brush the chip Off your shoulder And go all-in." Obviously I'd weep Cause I'm so close To me I forget that I can Love me That it matters How I hold my own hand I can hold me close And let me cry And let me cry Because it matters How I hold My own hand

My Own Hands

"I want to sit me down
Put my hand
On my own knee
Look at myself

And say,
"I need some time"
I want to look
Into my own eyes
And let the clock
Unwind

All the time
I spent
Counting the bruises
Like buttons

I never was good at
Collections
But I am good
At being a bad..."
#poems #poet

Tired I appreciate healing But I am tired I am tired of a good week Followed by A crash Out Trying to be aware Of my own mind Bullying My own mind Into crying In the shower Even after a good Day Why do feelings Rate from 8-10 When I am desperate For a moment Of 1

Tired

"I appreciate healing
But I am tired
I am tired of a good week
Followed by
A crash
Out

Trying to be aware
Of my own mind
Bullying
My own mind
Into crying
In the shower

Even after a good
Day

Why do feelings
Rate from 8-10
When I am desperate
For a moment
Of 1"
#poems #poetry #healing #BPD

Ode to My Butt I approve Of my butt Many years in the making We've been through some shit Together Round rumped Plumped Better than junk In this trunk I wouldn't go anywhere Without it From toilet seats To handprints This butt? Is going places One stair master at a time I'll be around Not a corner in sight But your eyes Can look me down And up I've got a great mind And a great butt

Ode to My Butt

"I approve
Of my butt
Many years in the making
We've been through some shit
Together

Round rumped
Plumped
Better than junk
In this trunk
I wouldn't go anywhere
Without it

From toilet seats
To handprints
This butt?
Is going places
One stair..."
#poems #bodypositivity #poetry

Laugh Lines I can't wait to get old To see the record Lines of laughter That I pressed Into my lovers Faces like flowers Their laughs Are a bouquet Of colors I Would save for Everyone to see Some day I'll count the Laugh lines I made In the smiles Of my lovers faces Many years from now

Laugh Lines

"I can't wait to get old
To see the record
Lines of laughter
That I pressed
Into my lovers
Faces like flowers

Their laughs
Are a bouquet
Of colors I
Would save for
Everyone to see
Some day

I'll count the
Laugh lines I made
In the smiles
Of my lovers faces
Many years from now"
#poetry

Time If my selflessness Hurts people Will being selfish Be good? I thought keeping pain inside Meant saving others From pain they never asked for But I didn't ask for it either How many times Did I walk away Because I thought I deserved it? Maybe being alone to cry Meant letting others Wonder where my pain lives But it never made a home When did I stop Holding the hands of The people I love So they couldn't let go? I hope this time Means giving others The hope that they give me Even if I haven't shown it Give me time Give me time

Time

"If my selflessness
Hurts people
Will being selfish
Be good?

I thought keeping pain inside
Meant saving others
From pain they never asked for
But I didn't ask for it either

How many times
Did I walk away
Because I thought
I deserved it?

Maybe being alone to cry
Meant..."
#poems #poetry

I'll write a poem about this About the crooked doorways And warm air Damp with breath I'll write a poem about the sound Of people laughing In a house I don't know But I feel safe I'll try to capture The moment laughter And resistance Felt like one piece Cause that moment Fit so perfectly Into the picture of community I didn't know They were separate Things Did you know? That laughter And resistance Are the same thing?

Laughter and Resistance
"I'll write a poem about this
About the crooked doorways
And warm air
Damp with breath

I'll write a poem about the sound
Of people laughing
In a house I don't know
But I feel safe
I'll try to capture

The moment laughter
And resistance
Felt like one..."
#poetry #resistance

I think about my body If I saw me As someone else How I would appreciate Their waist Curving into their hips Would I notice The soft stubble Of newly made hairs Racing to show a Jawline hardening To cut soft lines Into their lovers shoulders Would I see And love The lines of me

I think about my body
If I saw me
As someone else
How I would appreciate

Their waist
Curving into their hips
Would I notice
The soft stubble

Of newly made hairs
Racing to show a
Jawline hardening
To cut soft lines

Into their lovers shoulders

Would I see
And love..."
#poems #poetry

The Heart of You I wonder if there's a way To bottle up The way your eyes Catch the light When they look At my lips I feel like I could kiss The heart of You

The Heart of You

"I wonder if there's a way
To bottle up
The way your eyes
Catch the light
When they look
At my lips
I feel like
I could kiss
The heart of
You"
#poem #poetry #love

I wish I was the mountains In your hometown I'd watch you dance in my shadows And call my valleys home I would be the siren that Called for tornadoes And hold you tightly In the basement I wish I was the house That gave the biggest Candy bars Just to feel you both Hold me so tight I want to be love In a person For you To be kind enough To love myself enough To be love for you Both of you Could melt me down I'd make The prettiest ring Around our future As long as neither of you mind A coffee stain

Be Love
"I wish I was the mountains
In your hometown
I'd watch you dance in my shadows
And call my valleys home

I would be the siren that
Called for tornadoes
And hold you tightly
In the basement

I wish I was the house
That gave the biggest
Candy bars..."
#poem #poetry #love

I don't really know how to be a person I'm more like 1000 traumas in a trench coat Trying to find A kind place to land

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It's a U-turn A stop and go A break between stanzas After the worst Cliff hanger The pendulum swings To Conscious as hell And suddenly I'm changed It won't swing back It hurt too much Swinging words Like fists And a black eye On your heart I couldn't forgive myself If I didn't change

Changed
"It's a U-turn
A stop and go
A break between stanzas
After the worst
Cliff hanger

The pendulum swings
To
Conscious as hell
And suddenly
I'm changed

It won't swing back
It hurt too much
Swinging words
Like fists
And a black eye
On your heart

I couldn't forgive myself.."
#poem #poetry #love

I don't really know how to be a person I'm more like 1000 traumas in a trench coat Trying to find A kind place to land

In a Trench Coat
"I don't really know how to be a person
I'm more like
1000 traumas in a trench coat
Trying to find
A kind place to land"
#poem #poetry #trauma

Pretend with Me Let me pretend for a while That I'm your knight in dingy armor I already slayed my dragons And showed up to your door whole You can hold my hand And maybe I'll have enough time Before the end To let our fingers weave together A future you might not even Believe in But I want to hold onto it so badly My knuckles are as white as Bones under the skin Just pretend with me For a little while That I met all my expectations And could be the Charming I wanted to be

"Let me pretend for a while
That I'm your knight in dingy armor
I already slayed my dragons
And showed up to your door whole
You can hold my hand
And maybe I'll have enough time
Before the end
To let our fingers weave together
A future you might not even..."

#poems #poetry #love

TW: Self harm mention When will I be done? Growing Healing Working Towards Trying To be something everyone is supposed to already be. See nobody ever told me I shouldn't mean it when I love But my dad meant it When he brought flowers to every recital Just as much as when he pushed my chair To the living room floor Maybe I meant it most When I kissed my own skin After finally cutting deep enough to leave a scar When the words that raised me Were it hurts to be beautiful I can't help but wonder When the beauty finally starts How much hurt does it take to be beautiful How much hurt does it take to

TW: Self harm mention

"When will I be done?
Growing
Healing
Working
Towards Trying
To be something everyone is supposed to already be.

See nobody ever told me
I shouldn't mean it when I love
But my dad meant i
When he brought flowers to every recital
Just as much..."
#poems #poetry #feelings

Crash I have to fight still To find the space Between my own breaths The moments of pause When I feel the weight of the world Lifted off my shoulders And I wonder If Atlas Ever learned to box breathe To stop it all from crashing down

Crash

"I have to fight still
To find the space
Between my own breaths
The moments of pause
When I feel the weight of the world
Lifted off my shoulders
And I wonder
If Atlas
Ever learned to box breathe
To stop it all from crashing down"
#poems #poetry #stress #boxbreathe

Magic and Love What is the difference between Magic and Love If I see stars in your eyes And hear music in your footsteps What fated red string Doesn't pull itself out Of a silly black hat Where rabbits live If Love isn't Magic Why do four leaf clovers Grow in patches Your fingertips leave behind

Magic and Love

"What is the difference between
Magic and Love
If I see stars in your eyes
And hear music in your footsteps

What fated red string
Doesn't pull itself out
Of a silly black hat
Where rabbits live

If Love isn't Magic
Why do four leaf clovers
Grow..."
#poem #poetry #love

Childhood Bury my bones In the garden Behind my childhood home Let me haunt the woods Where I Built kingdoms in my mind Let me linger on the grass Where my dog and I Laid all summer Leave me by the flowers That I watched Bloom and fall Watch me ride my bike So far To always come home Keep me close to the shed I nearly burned down One summer night Hide me in the basement With the treasure I never found Bury my bones In the garden I have a childhood to tend

Childhood

"Bury my bones
In the garden
Behind my childhood home

Let me haunt the woods
Where I
Built kingdoms in my mind

Let me linger on the grass
Where my dog and I
Laid all summer

Leave me by the flowers
That I watched
Bloom..."

#poems #poetry #childhood

Trapeze The pendulum swings Too much Too little Never just right I teeter my own totter Into the scales Of what the fuck Tipping the whole Boat overboard My loose cannon Has been all over This cruise ship Poop deck Shit storm of Turbulence where I Do not put on the mask First I couldn't press The call button Without peeing My big boy Pants When I have a thought so loud I can't not say it I feel the scale Weigh Towards Why did you say that out loud Not Ever What a great idea My totter has been teetering For like 20 years Unbalanced

I need an alignment Of my soul Or like An oil change Around 2,000 Traumas ago What pendulum Swings between Too great And the worst person I've never Met When does the Timing belt Snap Around a future That doesn't Feel so far away What mind Sits in between Oh my god And Oh my god That doesn't swing both ways When they're crossing My path How do I Stop The in between The constant Balancing act

The pendulum swings
Too much Too little
Never just right
I teeter my own totter
Into the scales
Of what the fuck

Tipping the whole
Boat overboard
My loose cannon
Has been all over
This cruise ship
Poop deck

Shit storm of
Turbulence where I
Do not put..."

#poems #poetry #balance

Every drop Live Live soft Let others hold you Gentle in their hands Let them guide you When you can't see Open your heart enough To let them in Where you don't Want to be Take the love that You are given And know That you deserve Every Drop So live Even if it's soft

"Live
Live soft
Let others hold you
Gentle in their hands
Let them guide you
When you can't see
Open your heart enough
To let them in
Where you don't
Want to be
Take the love that
You are given
And know
That you deserve
Every
Drop
So live
Even if it's soft"

#poems #poetry #soft

Seeping Finding Bending Breaking Endless Tumult Final Waking Steady Hands Constant Shaking Mirrored Masked Lying Faking Broken Heavy Endless Making Lost Course Ever Taking Stable Ground Forever Quaking Here I lie Always Aching

"Seeping
Finding
Bending
Breaking

Endless
Tumult
Final
Waking

Steady
Hands
Constant
Shaking

Mirrored
Masked
Lying
Faking

Broken
Heavy
Endless
Making

Lost
Course
Ever
Taking

Stable
Ground
Forever
Quaking

Here I lie
Always
Aching"

#Poems #Poetry #Writing

6 Foot 6 foot away from a man in a box That told me he never wanted to be there Consoling grown men that couldn't Hold themselves upright Long enough to look me in the eyes When they wished me a happy birthday What did 20 have to bring That 19 didn't already take away from me A future without a man that loved me Just as hard as he hit Or another two years trauma bonded To a pathological liar That fucked me the night We found out he died After I had already Finished her homework What would I have to give To close the box lid Tuck it away in some Unseen corner of a childhood That I spent years trying To prove to myself wasn't real 6 foot away From the family that never wanted me Watching a body Not take breaths

6 Foot

"6 foot away from a man in a box
That told me he never wanted to be there

Consoling grown men that couldn't
Hold themselves upright

Long enough to look me in the eyes
When they wished me a happy birthday

What did 20 have to bring
That 19 didn't already take..."

#poems #poetry #loss

I could close my eyes And fall down Three flights of stairs Not nearly as fast As my stumble To you So blindly in love I fall down Into your arms Bruise-less

Bruise-Less
"I could close my eyes
And fall down
Three flights of stairs

Not nearly as fast
As my stumble
To you

So blindly in love
I fall down
Into your arms

Bruise-less"
.
#Poetry #Writing #Love

February’s #BlueSkyPoetry Prompts

Title: "February Flux"

“February’s flux begins its subtle sway.”

Use the exact hashtag #BSPP50
to share each of your creations
for any of the days of February
that you choose to write.

#BlueSkyPoetry #BSPP50 #February #poetry #poetryCommunity

Stars "You keep so many stars In the constellations on your face Even the sky Knows that it owes you Everything"

Stars

"You keep so many stars
In the constellations on your face
Even the sky
Knows that it owes you
Everything"

#poems #poetry #love

That's so sweet to hear 💕

Never Known Hearing you snore Is safety I've never known

Never Known

Hearing you snore
Is safety
I've never known

#poems #poetry #love