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The First Word
i am the me between Demeter and deter,
the spine in supine absent you,
i am the gap in Agape,
the age in language after you.
i am the war in swarm,
the arm in swarm,
the vows inherent in vowels,
the asp writhed from grasp,
the tor at the top of the storm.
i am the i between deify and defy,
this axis aching inside
the migration of starlings,
the i between vapor and viper,
between mire and more,
i am the sword interred
between expire and explore,
i am that Eve—
she who broke
a fever to forever.
-Kalliope Amorphous
your absence— severed hands decaying in the hollow of a skinned drum.
“..whatever/ returns from oblivion/ returns to find a voice.”
— Louise Gluck
Sinking Like Quicksand
I rusted like metal
left out to the rain.
Neglected I’m left
once again.
With no one to help,
I fell deep into the abyss.
Sinking;
in this quicksand
that pulls me under.
With a seemingly
unending hunger.
Shadows Of A Ghost.
This darkness is so vast
I feel like I’m falling so fast.
And with every fall I fear
I’ll never make it out of here.
That one day you’ll wake and
I’ll simply disappear,
as if I was never really here.
My first poetry book release from a collection of poems 2016-2019. About reflection of my home and leaving to try to create my own.
The video is a form of reiki for those suffering at this time ♥️love and healing
My Friday morning tasted like salt and despair
Tastes like “I don’t care” but I do
Tastes like failure
Tastes like I don’t know
But it tastes
It’s bitter
It’s unloving
It’s uncaring
It’s my smeared makeup
My stuffed nose
My wet cheeks
Kiss me
Kiss me Friday morning
So I know just how bitter sweet you are
My stiff face
My cold fingertips
Your warm discouragement
Our cold heart
My hot head
What should we make of this?
A sigh of capitulation
I am Friday morning
This is bigger than all of us…
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Just once, can somebody please
tell me how broken I look under these dim lights,
tell me they noticed the dark bags under my eyes.
Just once, hold my hand and whisper ever so softly
that you see them - all the demons battling
underneath the fabricated smile everyone believes.
Just once, can someone please
look beyond my flawless facade?
Permission to Write|Girl Trauma Poetry
Tor Lowell
Eating Too Much—Tor Lowell | Mollyhouse, Issue 2
Tiny Spoon Literary Magazine, Issue 8
Between Breathes
Late, late at night
Like a bird, I was taking on flight
Dark, darkness in the sky
A light, a life, had joined my eyes
Music moved me
Like silk on a sleeve
Like blossom from a tree
Like someone who loved me
I-I-I found something new
Something worth writing too
Something that sounded like you
Day, daylight makes my night
Worth joining into the fight
The sound, the signs of being alright
Taste better than sweet
Sweeter than honey
More valuable than any currency
The taste of my mind
Slips from my tongue
Like the sounds of love
And touches everyone
- nail-in-the-wall ~ © ~ [12.10.19] (I was watching one of those cool harmony videos on YouTube and remembered an old writing technique I used to love using. Its amazing! And I used it to write this.)
love is–
i’m working hard on meto be better at us
love is–
i made you soup feel better ok it’s hot be careful
love is–
just hold me just hold me just
love is–
i need to hear you laugh again
love is–
different for everyone but it is always
everything.
Cold Shoulder
We play this game of hide and seek
Always lurking just to leave
Five missed calls,
Three or seven texts
I’m watching and waiting for my next fix
Winter’s claws are sinking in;
And lonely nights make the shy grow bolder
But it gets colder over your cold shoulder
Than I ever gave this long winter credit for
love has no fixed face, love has many.
i taste love on the lips of my lover.
i hear love amidst my family’s laughter.
i rest my head on love,
on the shoulders of my mother.
i feel love in my arms and beneath my palms,
and sometimes it looks like a purring cat
or a sleepy-eyed dog.
to truly appreciate the essence of love
is to recognize that it can be as diverse
as it is abundant—and then suddenly,
love is not merely somewhere.
it can be anywhere and everywhere.