#new poetry Tumblr posts

a recording of
women laughing.

a melody.

the trumpeter
tells us to mix it;
to change it.

a second long.
what can i change 
about a second?

its brevity makes 
it almost nothing.

should i hammer at it?
should i grind it down more?

or lengthen.
make it span a decade,
or more.

there is menace.
the tinkling snickers
compressed into 
violence.
a fugue in d minor.

a harpsichord of 
battered anomalies.

i am john cage,
nailing my screws into
pianos.

beating, and pounding, and striking,
and nailing nailing nailing

                             nailing nailing nailing
                      nailing the iron into the ebony wood.

i will make something
beautiful.
vividly beautiful.

my destruction will
be a creation in of itself.

if you take the handle of an
axe and replace it, is it
the same axe?

is it the same axe you gripped
before?

if i take the laugh
from the laughter,
what is it then?

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Across my lined face.

I feel a silky dark scarf

dragged slowly.

The texture is familiar but I could not say of what fabric.

I only know that these hazel eyes.

 can barely stay open as I talk to my company.

I answer questions with answers that make no sense.

Take no notice of this struggling fool

She longs to be tucked inside the bright floral comforter,

dreaming of  meadows  filled with real flowers.

She knows that sleep, however wished for,

will not share this bed.

It has not for a long time.

Still, I feel the scarf slowly

creep as sure as darkness,

across my face.

A true jest, for I know I still shall not sleep.

A good joke on me.

I hope I have a home here

I hope that you and I will last

I hope I have a place to

Finally just

Relax

I hope to see you in the light

I’m sorry my clouds block your sky

But someday I will not hide

I’ll be rid of my pain, sorrow, and fright

I hope that you’ll love me still

I hope I stay in your mind

I hope you move on from here

That’s how life goes by design

I know someday we’ll meet again

Even if I forget your face

Until then, I know I have a friend here

I’m glad that you are my place

I hope I have a home here

I hope that life isn’t always a mess

I’ll try to get better

I hope these feelings finally pass

I hope that I’ll

Be safe

At last

Love, Charlie

There are so many things I thought I wanted to be
For once glad I was hesitant, for those weren’t really me
Well, maybe they are–or at least should have been
But now I’ll never know, not until I say when

New phase in life, have lots of ideas
Slowly but surely filling the days with more ‘yeah’s
Getting out of this rut because ultimately
Anything I choose to do will still be ‘me’

Energetic, feeling fine
Always got something on my mind

Floating, floating, feeling free
Wondering what was even wrong with me

Standing firm, in my own space
Feeling more comfortable to win my part of the rat race.

i want to hang up my papier-mâché gloves but

my muscle memory refuses to forget how

to mould myself into something worth wanting.

i try to paint myself in vivid watercolour but all i see

is cereulean blue, a vast ocean of reminders that

i have never been the only one to be chosen.

#128, ‘Muscle Memory’ by C.A. Beviss

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Settling within the lungs,

it comes.

Detracting concentration.

Causing panic

It’s is nothing they say.

The rest, well, your old.

Expandable 

Lived a good life, 

Want to do more?

Should have done when you could,

too late now.

The lid ain’t done yet, folks!

Energetic cords you aren’t aware of
Dragging you down
Are the most dangerous

Wondering why parts of your soul feel heavy
Exuding negative energy though you’re in a good mood
Finding the source isn’t always easy

Once you accidentally or purposefully
Rid yourself of those forces
You feel much lighter and free

My time slips through my hands

Every grain of sand lost in the beach

The time I owe him sneaks slowly up

Fair is fair

Yet this place crumbles faster each year

A sandcastle with water eating away at it

What more will change while I’m away?

The world will be unrecognizable soon

Maybe impossible to coexist in

The snowy slope that knows ashes, is gravel

I’ve let go the most angering thing, for now.

Only a few decades of my freedom remain

I’m not suited to that place.

Time is not fair on my end of the bargain

But I must uphold it, like he has for me

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sleepy eyes, painful cries

pancaked on your mattress entranced by your lies

cool blue desert nights, love between fights, texting you between sorbet clouds on flights

letting me go but i was floating in your orbit

i didnt just like it, i adored it

and id bite it if i could afford it

the smell of your skin and the nights in the dark

hellish grin, walking your dogs in the park

i loved you i loved you there was no one above you

you chased me, i chased you until i was forced to erase you

i praised you, i protected you and could never replace you