Rains on autumn days feel so different. You sit with a cup of coffee near your window with soothing music and, all you do is get a load of those tiny drops falling from the sky. Life feels so simple in those moments. I love rainy autumn days.
@scribblersobia
the light woke me
I close the door
after I pee at night
so I must’ve slept straight through
but I needed to go now
& while that was going on
fragments of my dream
came to
chasing wraiths phantoms
I could not hear her voice
had forgotten
what she sounded like
& was climbing a stair
where
a black dog jumping at me
to throw a ball
& tickling I was saying
it’s a pity you can’t purr
like a cat
but her voice?
I’m sure if I heard her
ever again
I’d know for sure
about that &
it won’t be in this lifetime
neil benbow
I forget too easy
the things
I’m not supposed to say
not that I’m coming
from a place
of darkness
putting down another
for how they are
the way
they
construct their world
just that when
I see through
that veil
thin tissue gossamer
of lies
I forget too easy
I’m not supposed to
say my truth
to their eyes
neil benbow
The worst beer I ever had Tasted like the rainwater Collected from the drippings Of an old cast iron pipe Tea bagged by shamans and Soaked in a sock full of nickels You might be supposing that I’m sexist in assuming Every shaman is a man with balls But every good shaman should Have a bag of at least some sort
Sometimes the people
Who dress too dark
Have the brightest hearts.
Alex Delorme
Have you ever loved someone so hard that you wanted them and only them and, now as they have left, you feel an emptiness as if someone has taken you away from you and as time, passes you get yourself back together, you find yourself again, you fall for yourself more. Your heart feels content. You find your light and, now you don't want anyone, you are just happy with one person and, that's you, you are blissful with 'you.' This journey from emptiness to contentment is painful but, it is worthy as you get to know yourself, you meet your inner self and, you heal yourself. Heartbreaks are gut-wrenching but, then everything happens for a reason!
@scribblersobia
Life blooms in a thousand dreams that ever float between sorrow and bliss.
e.v.e.
My feelings Have me in a pit
It's dark outside
The sides are so steep The top high enough To where I can't see
I pace back and forth As the sun rises As the sun sets
Another day gone Another day With no progress made Still trapped
Me In my pit
A pit so big That my thoughts revolve Around It
Instead of How To get Out
Poem Break 5:
Jesus was hanging in the sky for the birds,
The Sun bled like the openings in his head, words,
Do not describe how the people have sin to be forgiven,
So the opening should be in your heart, let Jesus in.
~Roman Empyre
Poem Break 4:
As I lay at deaths’ doorstep,
You learn about love, salvation kept,
In the blood flowing in the heart on your sleeve,
Death is the way people learn about love when you grieve.
~Roman Empyre
I exhumed my lover’s skull
To use it in a ritual
I paint a circle, burn a stick
To sit around and chant with it
-
I close my eyes, while oblivion whispers
Its gentle touch, like an old cat’s whiskers
Death to me is not the end
To commune with him, the flesh must rend
-
As I cut the skin, the wind changed direction
My landlord burst in, for a surprise inspection
She whisked her eyes, from my collection
Gagging was her senses’ deflection
-
A miracle accrues
Fresh meat without bruise
The slender virgin, I can use
This opportunity, I must abuse
-
No more cutting of my skin
With her new flesh, I start ag’in
Her worthless fluid coats the wall
But now I hear Oblivion’s call
-
My actions, I can’t comprehend
God did not give me a choice
It’s worth the pain, all in the end
To hear my lover’s sultry voice
i was driving them to the mcdonalds we’ve taken
to frequenting on nights when i need you,
and you seem happy to oblige.
the windows were down,
they were blasting music,
i was probably going a bit over the speed limit—
but it’s new jersey,
who actually drives the speed limit here?—
and the frigid wind kept a cold grip
on my neck, the feeling of icicles clasping
right where your face could fit
like a perfectly made key to unlock
a treasure trove of uncertainty and
rigid recollections
because i don’t want to get hurt again
but for you…
whatever happens when
this freefall pauses,
it’ll be worth it.
it’ll all be worth it.
CeK // 12;25 am // i had this idea the other night but i’m just now writing it down so ah have fun with that i guess
-a parody of success.
my whispers feel like ghosts in my lungs mocking my melancholy mocking the exposed appearance of death
I don’t want you to love her tell me lies all before the scent of your words holds me tight I, reviving my strength, an art of my body, a call to my wild, and the core of my known warmth I wrap my love into the stillness of my breath and whisper to you take me again
to gather belongings,
check deadbolts,
weather forecasts,
levels of preparedness,
and to enter public domain
with nothing but a song
in your heart.
naked as the day,
as it were.
smile pulls hard against
your lips, wind whips and
are you crying?
maybe. tears of joy
if anything.
it’s a good day.
-rb.xyz
WILL YOU BE MY FRIEND?
Will you be my friend?
To friendship that never ends
All pretenses expiringly expend
May we never need to pretend
by golden rules too hard to bend
Honesty should not offend
Truth in all things to attend
Trust to protect and defend
A helping hand, an ear to lend
All brokenness willfully mend
All wrongs and faults amend
Nothing else a friend can depend
Only goodness, gratitude to send
Bent to pursue all we must wend
No worthiness to buy or vend
Rebuilding whatsoever shall rend
Roads are many, not without bends
Friends are plenty, some are fiends
Lost in words, good deeds to tend
Then indeed we are true friends.
New friends are such a pleasure of leisure
Old friends are a treasure beyond measure
As for you, my Friend, this I can assure
My prayer that God will bless you for sure.
©Johnny J P Lee
21 September 2021
