#wnq writers
I could watch you play guitar for hours
Unbeknownst to you, each note plucks are my heart,
Daring it’s strings to echo the melody that could be our love.
If someone cares about you, they won’t want to hurt you. Period.
Where can I find a delusion of tomorrow that brings with it any feeling of security and tranquility? All of my tomorrows seem to merely project uncertainty, apprehension and the dread of losing today’s comfort of familiarity.
Mondays keep coming
Even when the darling buds reopen
Per Shakespeare’s sonnet
Doomsday headlines hot off the press
Overdue library books stacking up
Forget-me-nots get pulverized
I wonder why I wonder so much
When it all seems a waste
I could close my eyes in a deep sleep
Alas I always eventually wake
Still there’s a break in drifting dreams
Polish my pearl
Deep sea diver
Wet your whistle
Whilst whetting
Synced appetites
Gild the lily
Plucking petals prettily
I’ve taken a shine to you
Making me feel all shimmery
Aglow with the flow
From you to me seamlessly
You see, eye to eye
Mind to mind we connect
My heart thumps faster
At the mere thought of you
My body can’t help but react…
And I’m beyond pleased by that
What makes you think I want your body
On mine just because I show any of it?
Whichever parts seem to speak to yours
They aren’t seeking you out
Not asking for whatever you’ve got
Respectful compliments are fine
So long as they don’t cross the line–oh
You know, detailing all the ways
You’re oh so certain to make me writhe
Don’t slide into my dm’s just to talk about
Sliding in between my presumed milky
Thighs, nor mount a sales pitch to buy
Anything from or for me
You can claim to be a nice guy
For inquiring permission to self-gratify
Don’t flatter yourself, stop stroking
Your ego by believing I’d be flattered
So out of touch, is it too much
To not be sexualized for simply
Somewhat revealing below the face
Stop fixating on what’s situated
Below the waist and instead ask yourself
Why you behave this way
Generosity
Of spirit, how fantastic
Joy emits unchecked.
Happy birthday @bluearrejon, here’s a little haiku written for you in celebration
Forget me good
Moving on never looked
So easy, stuck that landing
Without skipping any beats
Simply beating a swift retreat
Now don’t get me wrong again
I want you to be happy…just couldn’t
It hurt a little first cause God knows
I do? Don’t know where to keep
It all and this lingering foolish love
North wind whistles through
Gloomy gaps seething cracks
Of my heart sounding like lost sleep
Dreams trampled dull as dust
Shouldn’t have let down my guard
For so long. Who was I to think
I deserved the promise in your eyes
Professed with a pleasing tongue?
How could I expect to ever be enough
Yet not see all the ways I am too much?
All I wanted was an always
No matter what I think you know
You’ll always have my love
I never until now wished it wasn’t so
Perhaps that’s the first step to
Letting go
Prompted by @abiblicalsasquatch:adivorce
Madness (Party of One)
I sat with myself
Then got up and left
In the middle of a row
Wouldn’t you know it? Me, myself, and I
Don’t see eye to eye…to eye…anymore
Not in eons of time since
The voices inside started picking
Fights claiming to know best
Be my guest, petty pretty ones
Go undercover. No more lackluster
Lovers leaving afterthought calling
Cards by disconnected phones
Cords cut on the bias
Another flight risk; wrists bound
Can’t wriggle out, no wiggle room
If only I could see me now
Got myself in deep somehow
Inspired by a prompt provided by @definegodliness
Settle down and set your mind
On those who don’t mind the asinine
Antics, play to the ones who want
Whatever rubbish you fling around
Like Oscar the Grouch on speed
Don’t need my reaction or to pick
My brain about anything relating
To you…or anything else for that matter.
Perplexing how she doesn’t make
The connection, too blinded by her own
Obsession to see the disturbing
Absurdity; surprised the hotheaded
Jealousy queen isn’t demanding
No alluding to me in her company
Let alone not to beg for scraps
Of my attention so blatantly.
No it is taken out on me.
Mr. Look-Ma-No-Hands-Geometry
Once again getting off scot-
Free to try wrangling up a triangle
Obtuse scalene obscene.
– All you’ll get from me is this poem you will never read
“so important to realize that some feelings you carry aren’t necessarily ones that belong to you, but feelings connected to past or younger versions of you that felt unseen, unheard or unloved. certain feelings don’t just appear from thin air, they stem from unresolved energy.”
— iambrillyant
“no longer rushing what deserves time to bloom. no longer forcing what requires patience to attract. no longer looking outside of myself to measure my growth or progress, just slowly unearthing the parts of me that i had hidden and telling them that they deserve to be celebrated.”
— iambrillyant
“nothing compares to the flowers that bloom from all the work you put into yourself.”
— iambrillyant
“good communication is the foundation of anything healthy in a connection, but i appreciate the connections that don’t take many words for something to be felt or understood. i appreciate the connections that hear me beyond my voice and comprehend me deeper than my language”
— iambrillyant
“someone’s toxic traits does not make them a bad person by proxy. some habits get picked up in unhealthy spaces and take time to unlearn, some ideas get wired in childhood and need patience to be unplugged, some people are still finding the courage to outgrow their programming.”
— iambrillyant
“no longer swimming in water that shallows my depth. no longer assuming responsibility of calming waves that i never started. no longer diving deep to reach anyone who’d rather see me drown than see me reach myself. no longer tending to what’s convenient, but only what’s for me.”
— iambrillyant
“you’ve been afraid, you’ve had your fears and anxieties, you’ve felt unheard and misunderstood, you’ve had doubt occupy your space as a frequent visitor, you’ve worried about what the future holds, but in every moment you’ve still shown up anyway—there is power in that.”
— iambrillyant
“it’s the ones who give me the space to be myself, that create more room for themselves in my life.”
— iambrillyant
“some connections fail because the expectations attached to them are unrealistic, and when those expectations aren’t met, we view the other person as the issue when it’s the way we view connections which is really the problem. seeking perfection will poison your perspective.”
— iambrillyant
“your moments of stagnancy have something to teach you. you’re not stuck, not moving, or not progressing. you are simply where you need to be until you absorb and learn everything that you need to learn about this current phase.”
— iambrillyant
