I find absolution in the way her hair drapes across my face right before our lips touch. I get saved between every breath we share. Our doors are open, windows too, the grace is the puddle beneath us. She is all I ever wished to believe in.
#Emoetry prompt for 4/22 is #reinforced #writingcommunity #poetry #blueskypoets
#Emoetry prompt for 4/22 is #reinforced
#writingcommunity #poetry #blueskypoets
#poetry
sex
switch
we control
the same lightbulb
Thanks very much, j 😊
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Hot
Brightly colored
Wet-skinned dreams
All chirp and thrum
Throughout the night
They hide amongst
The creeping moss of me
That drinks
And breathes
The oxygen you sweat
In the jungle paludarium
Where i keep you
In my mind
It needs to be hot
So hot you melt
Evaporate
And drip into
my open mouth
#poetry
Everyone's giving me so much love today. I am so, so grateful.
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That makes me very happy. 😊
Thank you! 💜
Thank you 🙂
😊💞
Sentimental ocean
Building, cresting, falling waves
Infinite blue shades
J. C. 04.21.26
#poetry #haiku #haikuchallenge
Framed
Unremembered memories
Line the wall
J. C.
#poetry #haiku #haikufeels
within this frame, i
hold what tried to break my will-
stillness answers back.
#haikufeels frame
Framed
Unremembered memories
Line the wall
J. C.
#poetry #haiku #haikufeels
how do you do, haiku crew? 🥸
today's #haikufeels #prompt is
frame
A free verse poem written in response to #FromOneLine 413 #prompt | I remember blueberries. Black text on white background: I remember blueberries - their acidic tartness on my tongue, you know the kind that crinkles up the corners of your eyes and scrunches your nose. That swift, sharp edge; it even tastes of indigo and holds hints of madness if you eat overmuch on an empty stomach. We were too poor to eat many of these except when in season as the hot sun baked our backs and cooked our tempers out there on the barrens. How our greedy young fingers snapped and snatched the berries like there was no tomorrow. And we were taught there wasn’t one, so why not go for the sweetest of hurts, this blue. I remember blueberries – and then, catching myself once more, I recall all those who sneered and dismissed our hand-me-downs, sniffed as if our poverty were contagious - oh, everyone struggles; walk it off; pull on your bootstraps; and look! aren’t there strawberries also to pick, let’s go. Not for us, and we silently piled into the rusty Gran Torino station wagon to head back home, any joy gathered that day lost in the dust.
#FromOneLine 413 #prompt | I remember blueberries
#poetry #freeverse
your echo holds me,
a voice of resonance hums-
perplexed, i still stand.
against the pull, i answer;
i rise-whole again, unbent.
#tanka
It was inspired
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#poetry
tear theoretic towers to threads from their turrets
vitiligo
and then if you still have a fuelful tank to go
melasma from miasma
perhaps the tiny things in us sometimes do a takeover
exactly about around a smogged stare
avanti, garden is the target route
as propellers still mince meaty air
Perfection is subjective
and perfection is personal
My perfect is only mine
When all points connect
like steel melting flawlessly into liquid
and becoming one seamless Us,
That's perfection
J. C. 03.16.25
With a bit of inspiration, I'm able to write a thing today. #Perfection. #poetry
Hands remember
what the head's long forgot.
Your body, a piano.
I'm blind but for the
singing,
the echo-location
guides fingers from note to note.
Every nerve of yours a rock,
a step above the shallow stream.
We can dance like this
until the band gets bored,
and we can dance a while after.
#Poetry
4 panel comic Panel 1: a being labeled "Life" is standing behind a man who is sitting at his laptop with a coffee. Life is holding a ball of darkness and saying, "Sometimes I like to drop random darkness and pain on people." Panel 2: Life drops the darkness ball on the man's laptop, spilling the coffee and says, "just to mess with them." Panel 3: The man is poking the ball of darkness while Life stands behind him and smiles. Panel 4: The man is forming the dark ball into a castle. Life is angry and yells, "HEY! STOP MAKING ART OUT OF THAT!" lunarbaboon.com
It's what we do, right?
SHOW me your magic tricks
A whisper of things beautifully vile
No promise of the undeliverable
Drown in my needs
TELL me with your mouth full
How did we get stuck In this never-ending loop? A society that's been fatally sick For as long as it's existed To ease the symptoms Of our perpetual misery We're sold snake-oil cures And blamed when we need more Blamed for not knowing How to heal ourselves We worship dead gods Idolize our masters Strive for excellence that.. isn't - not really Push our bodies to their limits Bury ourselves in material things Drown ourselves in poison Or my current drug of choice Find a virtual roller coaster to ride Sometimes we switch it up A new focus, Yet the process is familiar And it never ends And we'll never be well And we'll never truly be happy And the saddest truth of all We'll never really connect With one another J. C. 03.05.25
You'll know when you feel it We aren't all the same If fortune smiles, and You call out my name With luck, someday You may understand If given the chance To hold a goddess In your hands J. C. 03.05.25
Rainbow Bright stands on a trail with a colorful background of flowers and trees and a rainbow in the sky. I'm made of magic, motherfucker.
