#female poets Tumblr posts

excerpt from “charred”

Sail away leaves of autumn

Surrender to the sea

You’ve given all you could to those grand oak trees.

Sail away leaves of autumn

Unanchor from lands safety and let go

You’ve played your part so gracefully in autumns yearly show.

-JF-

R.I.P

i have to go to the cemetery

check the ground for your bones

but i shovel that grave for hours

to dig up only stones

the past decays in my skin

it rots and won’t leave me alone

so who do i always search for

when the grave that i dig is my own

// Ophydia

10.31.00

healing in the moon rays at night

because

i’m a vampire who bites the sunlight

// Ophydia

04.00.20

I try to starve this pain

This sorrow

This misery

But the writer in me feeds from it,

Indulging on my heartache.

-JF-

the universe wants me to betray myself

be ice

be lava

and destroy his village like he destroyed my forest.

but I will remain soft

still my waters

and keep giving to those who thirst.

i won‘t let this

decay my being

kill my soul

dismantle the heart i spent so much time on.

but he will ache,

not from me

but my wolves will hunt him

and corner

and bite

and tear

and feast

one

day

when he falls asleep

comforted and convinced

that i forgot.

Holding onto glimpses of a dream

I wander through shatters of reality

It’s you and me, you and I

Hold my hand, run, baby, run

Sweet cynical lies entice us

Truth weeps indefinitely

Hopping dimensions frivolously

In search of paradise, the quiet

Remember me, lover, remember

An echo, now cell phone alarm

Reality…a cruel and cold killer

Murderess of dreamers

Holding onto glimpses of a dream

I wander through shatters of reality.

my mother warned me about his kind—who reek of warmth and danger at the same time—but if you see me pick one from the shelves and read it in the corner, let me be.

let me love him even if doing so will be a catastrophe.

You refuse to read the words I write you

Your mind entangled in vines of self-doubt and worry

Caught in the endless web of things to do

Your failures already too much for you to handle

I know of your pain

I know of the constant headaches that chain you to your bed

Of the ache in your joints that make it a challenge to pour a cup of coffee

Of the fatigue that has been built inside your bones

Of the regret laced in our genes, each of our own emptiness too cold and yet too similar

I know that each day rolls into one another as ocean waves, your body too tired to swim 

So by now I should know

Know to  not offer you my own crayon-scribble pain

To not show you the hate and fear that harbours in my soul 

For your glasses are once again lost,

Your vision too blurry to glance upon my tormented creations of paper and pen 

Although I know, I do not learn

I tear open my body & through my blood in a fit of selfish desperation for your approval

I open my mouth and with it my heart, vulnerability bleeding out my veins

I ask for help

For guidance

For pride

But the answer never changes

All I get in return is your overpriced cigarette smoke 

It was probably my fault you know. Because, when you love some one you allow them to hurt you and you give them the liberty to break you.

-FK

In our last summertime, you were holding my hand so tight. You were scared to lose me or tell me that you don’t love me anymore?

My mind runs away at a pace my body just can’t sustain,

A pen always playing catch up

to a mind that’s

onto

the

next

line.

-JF-

We roll around in bed sheets stitched with tenderness

Your chest a pillow for my head, while my spine you softly caress.

Sunday sunrise sneaking through blinds cascading on your face,

The outside world is non existent when I’m wrapped up with you in this place.

We formed a secret society with a member toll of just two,

This bed a peaceful haven for our golden rendezvous.

-JF-

I day dream you’re sipping whisky at your desk in a softly lit room.

You gaze out your window at the November moon

And wonder if I’m writing of you too.

I am

-JF-

REFILL

the sickness is the pill

an upper going downhill

choke down medicine bottles

a prescription hole to fill

lying on a sticker label

you’ll be sick without it still

// Ophydia

11.20.20

Mantra of a Solo Wanderlust

SPIT (stream of conscious writing-not finished- not edited)

Our silhouettes are kissing

but our lips aren’t touching.

Toxic, my murderous kiss drives men mad.

Serrated claws mutilating, rendering

lovers maimed, yet the pain is craved by her.

Lifting the splintered wooden crucifix,

eyelids bolted shut.

Three, two, one.

The geese flew south for the coming winter

as I bled out before your eyes.

Madness knows no mercy.

Madness demands your blood.

Now smoke drifts dangling in the

afternoon light.

curling high above my funeral pyre.

Winter’s unforgiving wasteland

inhales the vapors, exhaling back to earth

tiny powered delights. tongues await the

descent of these treasures, and as the snow falls,

stretched out, I wished only to be your angel.

As I lie in my frozen grave, staring, pleading mutely

with looks only we ununderstood.

You checked your watch, gave up on any hope

of my eventual thawing and walked away.

Smoke still drifts from the cigarette

you put out on my headstone.

You should have just

spit.

-C.S.

I don’t intend on moving in to this little house of sadness.

I’ve not unpacked my baggage or found places for all my belongings,

I just want to retreat here for a little while

Just a day or two at the most.

Just to sit and wallow alone by the fire with limitless mugs of tea,

I’ll be ready to face the world again after that.

-JF-

I’ve lived in autopilot for so long,

I’ve forgotten how to fly.

-JF-