Prose
Psychedelic world part, three 1997
poem, number 26 Camagüey Camagüey miss your beaches and your churches. I am thirsty I need to drink from the water of your Tinajones. Save me. every street in every avenue you are the treasure. Oh Cuba oh my Cuba O my Camagüey.
Rikki la rougePublished 5 months ago in PoetsIron Will
Iron Will Weathered lovers languish together, Youthful affections dulled with every year. The wife stolen away to a King's castle,
D. Andrew Munro IIPublished 5 months ago in PoetsWorthy?
A hammer A sword in a stone A thrown waiting to be taken To be conquered by the forsaken To be shaken loose But it is you that must choose
Atomic HistorianPublished 5 months ago in PoetsMy virtue is choice
It comes and goes... like the "yes" and "no's" Keep asking questions, without answers My ambivalent nature, a gift and a curse
SalAmaNdeRPublished 5 months ago in PoetsPsychedelic world part five
poem number 52 Haiku Violet The violet in the skies of night, you kissed me on the phone. The violet was divine. Poem number 53
Rikki la rougePublished 5 months ago in PoetsSearching
A code in a book From a cephalopod god People roving the streets As ravenous dogs Devour the holiest of ours People scour to and fro
Atomic HistorianPublished 5 months ago in Poets- Content Warning
"RELATIONSHIPS"
This is not meant to portray any characters. This is a fiction piece for women in the year of 2024. No representation of people, places, things as this is a fictional piece.
Vicki Lawana TrusselliPublished 5 months ago in Poets The Wanderer
Behold!! The Wanderer Traveling the stars Both near and far What does it know It’s just a brain in a jar Come to inspect our world
Atomic HistorianPublished 5 months ago in PoetsBabushka : Doll
They called me 'Matryoshka' Little Matron Matron: noun : a woman marked by dignity / distinction. Matron: noun : a female
- Content Warning
as if it's time i stop
as you leave me now, he said, i don't know that i will make it out of this alive without you by my side. why can't you stay?
⸘jason alan‽Published 5 months ago in Poets Brain Worm
You’re my personal brain worm No matter how much I move Or squirm You stick in there You live in the house under my hair
Atomic HistorianPublished 5 months ago in PoetsYou Never Cease To Amaze Me
You never cease to amaze me with how much pain you can bring me, nearly a year since I moved to follow your dream… and I'll admit I chased you. I wanted to be healed enough to support your dream and I really thought I was. Even if that meant absorbing mine and pushing past the discomfort of pursuing someone elses dream that didn't quite fit or even went against ones own souls beckon call. I believe now that the issue lay with you- you weren't done adding new wounds to not just me, but also yourself. You didn't have your goals alligned, nor the vulnerability to understand with reward comes sacrifice. Instead, like a true Aries, you paraded yourself around as the tough guy, fire ablaze with passions on the line, willing to take down anything and anyone that stood in your way. When in reality you were small, meak, full of disillusionment and too defeated that all you could do was throw a fit when the world and me didn't serve up your cake on a golden platter, dressed to the nines or in your preference- not clothed at all. You wanted me and everyone else in your network to bare it all, naked, raw and vulnerable. You constantly held expections for people to be authentically themselves... until their authentic was no longer appealing to you, "boring" you would often dub your latest conquest. Reducing all those around you to characters, pawns, players in your world. Supporters, lovers, fuck toys, comfort providers, usables that were in fact flushable... you washed us all down the drain the second our 'genuine' didn't conform to your amusement. The stupid ones like myself attempted to people please our way back into your appeals. We'd hold up large signs screaming like ditzy cheerleaders for you, bent the way we lived our lives to better fit yours; some sort of twisted delusion all our own to try and work with you? For you? Knowing somewhere deep inside it would never ever be enough and that chasetisment from you would be right around the corner, brandishing our attempts, telling us how foolish we were to break our genuine to try and fit yours, that that wasn't attractive, sexy, appealing. Reversing what the entire attempt we did was made to do. Instead we fell farther and farther apart.
Hayley MattoPublished 5 months ago in Poets