May 2013
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Gardens of Stone
Kevin’s Note: This is absolutely fantastic Justin…I know it doesn’t fit the whole “voiceless” thing, but I couldn’t feature because another editor rightfully beat me to it! Brilliant words.
Nightfall
Silence
Daybreak
Silence
Summer, Winter, Spring, and Fall
Through snow, wind, rain and all.
Silence
They wait
remains beneath our feet
...
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White Noise
poetryisaverb:
A scribble of a broken hand
Erased
Seen by the better half of two eyes
And now fingers become dust
The creed of a sunken battleship sitting in the ocean waiting for waves to carry it farther than its sails ever could
The wrist bends like metal sober like a daydream you wouldn’t want to wake from
The scribble of nations Lost in the white noise of a crying generation
...
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Embrace Your Dreams. My Life. My Own Words.:... →
th3future:
For a long time We fought an epic battle Of mythic proportions. We had a friendship based on love, And a hatred based on friendship. You scarred my heart. You battered me unmercifully, And you took my dignity. But the one thing That you can never do Is beat me. You could never beat me, And I always beat you. You made me return To the inescapable horror Of the classroom of my youth....
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C.
langlais:
You are the words that escape me
When I say “I had something to tell you,
But I forget what it was.”
You are the slipping details of dreams,
Lost to daylight.
You are words I can’t put into
A sentence, a sonnet, a story, a novel, an epic –
Because no words I could string together could be so perfect.
Carole’s Note: This is lovely and really encapsulates that moment where...
Ann’s note: I liked the honesty of this. The slight undertones of regret, were perfectly subtle. Well written and beautiful.
only-my—life:
Last week, it was the girl with long brown hair and eyes like the sky. With skin clearer than water, she was perfect in too many ways. Her laughter trilled down the hall, sending nausea to my stomach but only for a second. She liked the...
inhale-ink:
I wonder if it’s okay that I already miss you. I keep trying to find your fingerprints on my steering wheel, your footprint on my clutch.
And I wonder if it’s okay that I just want to go somewhere, anywhere, and I want you to take me, and I want to listen to you breathe because you’ve chosen death so many times and yet life still spills from your lungs.
I wonder if it’s okay that I...
The Screaming Silence
fromhauntedbones:
Shh.
Can you hear the choked horror stories I construe in silent sobs?
My gut is overflowing with expanding sorrow, crushing insignificance, and I thought you’d notice I’d become a little faint.
Head pounding, I stare at you like your soul is a raw slab of meat for sale at the butcher’s, anger and indignance poised on the tip of my tongue, and I thought it was...
Sadly, I love you
12th-ember:
I feel these things, I feel flowers blooming In between the cracks Of my heart so I can put Then in a pretty vase made Of sunshine and smiles to Give to you so you know that I feel something for you, But you’ll never know just how Much I adore you and all your Beauty and that’s okay.
Sadly, I love you And I cannot Change these Emotions at all But I can show you Small traces of the...
Die By Your Light
penandwind:
A gentle touch shared by you and I, That shines a light in a life of lies, Is a course that would make me die, And yet I’d submit to it every time.
For what are you but a phoenix’s grace, To to shine rainbow’s light upon my face, And in glorious light I crumble and burn Every sin in the violet flame doth turn.
I come to you with the desire to die, And on your wings you make my...
demonic-retribution:
dear brilliance. the sun beams only shy from your skin because to burn your flesh would be a sin and in a fight, they know I’d win. dear lonely. the rain drops only run away because I told them they could not stay if they planned on darkening your day. dear beauty sleep. the thunder only grumbles on drunken nights filled with stumbles because it dare not interrupt your...
III
tapioca-stars:
They had a love like the sun and the horizon. He kept on leaving, but she remained patient. At the end of the day, there was never a doubt that he loved her, and he would always return. She would gently take him back into her arms, and roll atop his body to blanket him in the night.
Her friend was the moon. How much the moon loved the sun, but she could never embrace him ...
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Familiar Stranger
thepegasean:
Hello, familiar stranger! Goodbye, unfamiliar friend!
Remember fondly a virtue if you found one,
fondly remember and value the sin you find,
from this day forth, with your head high, meeting eyes,
think more of the passer-by, than in passing!
There are deeper shallows than ours,
indeed, there are distant, darker shadows
where love a brighter light burns,
hope for the damned, we...
bluefeathernotes:
I feel ice in the window
of my soul.
I feel it melt, flow
but it
nicks like razor
as it
continues to fall.
Alex’s note: this has great rhythm, and is constructed beautifully… This definitely deserves more notes.
Butterflies.
Wolfie’s Note : a beautiful piece with wonderful imagery
wordlesswhimsy:
When she was a child she could never catch butterflies. Always to expeditious, for her little fists. It seems likely these events urged her to yank off insects wings, then stare as the legs wiggled as hers once had in the heat of a chase. She kept the creatures feeble, lain bare she could always hold them. Some...
One Shot
enlasoledad:
“Come on just take a shot already, it’s not going to hurt you.” My friend shouted at me over the roaring music.
It wasn’t a grand scale party just people we knew and somehow alcohol had come into the mix. We were freshmen in college and this life seemed just like the movies. We wanted to experience everything from class, to boyfriends and even drinking. Clara was already wasted, she...
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Yes, it is about you.
Kevin’s Note: The power of the poet…to write of someone directly and they read, thinking maybe. Yes, maybe it this might be about me. BUT, they don’t know for sure! Brilliant.
If only people Saw all the poetry I wrote about them.
Would they see, How much they impact, And mean to me.
Some people they read, Poetry about themselves, And don’t even know it, And I like...
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Relapse
Kevin’s Note: This stood out to me…the description of the scars as something so beautiful as Saturn’s rings. Very well done!! Absolutely loved this one!!
it’s like counting Saturn’s rings, hash marks along your limbs - remembering a time when ‘just one more’ made you feel better.
- & you’re sitting there wondering why Draco, stuck in limbo always looks like he’s ...
theloserphenomenon:
I dug myself a grave but only half as deep as it would be, because you kill me and complete me
without you, I don’t really need all that extra room
Alex’s note: I love how powerful this is, with such simple words. Excellent, really.
Dolls
Sunny’s Note: This ended so different for me at first and upon reading it over, I realized how interesting and creative this piece is. It is a poem that made me feel something. A wonderful read.
vineyards-at-the-third-day:
She lay asleep on the matress
Dolls slept beside her
Their porcelain skin
Their tiny hair
All eyes turned to the ceiling
The roof caved in
Pieces...
unexpectations: sanguine →
Sunny’s Note: This poem is simply beautiful. It is is so explicit in imagery with such words that do not need to be as big as the piece, it is quite refreshing to read. Loved it.
un-expectations:
Darling,
God is painting the heavens with sanguine this evening, and I swear this beauty is enough to erase the morning sky in your eyes for tonight; my memory will be poorer on this night. ...
what is: bi-dialectical →
Sunny’s Note: This was an interesting read. I admire the structure in this with the break of dialogue in the second stanza. It makes me relate to the write a bit more and elicits imagery relevant to the piece. A lovely read.
iwillcatchyourfall:
My words constantly tangle with others’ in the air, fighting for dialectical superiority. Their lackadaisical drawl rolls over the sharp edges of...
Touch
Wolfie’s Note: A touch …. yes very well done
ladymaze:
Your touch —
a longed-for,
wished-for,
hoped-for
non-event.
Touch me not —
a song in monotones,
theme music for
a D-movie.
Touched by love —
I was…you did…
I thought I felt it
in my soul.
I miss your touch —
the one I never felt
upon my skin —
the one upon my soul.
You touched my heart —
a touch too close,
a touch of love,
a...
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Tony’s Note: Wondrous.
iwritepoetrynottragedies:
Have you seen the dust touch the light?
flit from your vision—
and land on the tip of rose
it’s beauty too small to be noticed
it’s being too small to be being
and have you seen how it falls—
so slow you’d swear it had wings
glittering in the sun
as you stare for a split second
granting a small beauty a smaller amount of time
for...
largepox: i exercise my tongue dailyso that one... →
largepox:
i exercise my tongue daily so that one day my words may speak louder than actions, and i hope, the same way hungry spider hopes for a clumsy fly, that one day i will feel less like the moths that get stuck in the awful limbo between the glass of the window and its wire screen,
—forced to look…
Jayla’s note: I really love the creativity of this poem. It’s very...
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I write for you
Kevin’s Note: Love the honesty, the emotion and the idea of this. I hope we all “write for all of the above”.
I write for love For praise and validation And the stream of approval That flows from the fandome
I lie and say That I write for emotion Releasing the fears I hide Baring my soul before strangers
The truth be told I write for love For loss thereof and more ...
Dear Autumn,: I use to never understand you,Could... →
sincerelyfall:
I use to never understand you, Could never comprehend how you laughed with a person here, Next minute you two were strangers boarding a train without so much as a flicker of eye contact
How did you make so many friends, when you wore them all at arms length, almost like shiny gold bracelets to…
Jayla’s note: I love the message behind this poem. It reminds me of...
Anonymous asked: Thank you for making me feel special
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wordsareembers asked: Hey there, I just really wanted to thank you for the compliment on my poem. That was incredibly sweet of you, and it means a lot. Thank you so much! c:
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mad-cow-mama asked: Haha, thanks for your reblog of and comment on 130519. I wrote it on my phone, hence the caps. Mostly I use all small, so amusing... Have a gorgeous day, dears. xo, mcm
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jcsonny asked: Thanks for the re-blog. :) and the nice note too
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Kevin’s Note: Time is a funny thing…counting time is altogether a different story. Absolutely a wonderful piece.
I have been wrapped up like a present under the Christmas tree from the year you left. I have be waiting for you to return- to open the one thing you left behind. 365 days have passed and I am still listening for your footsteps. Maybe time...
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held between glass walls
Keri’s note: Perfect.
pepperberry:
I stand still on a chair With my arms outstretched while Balancing on one leg, And I wonder if this is How baby birds feel Right before they leap and Take flight
—
I’ve learned a couple of things Mapping out this tired landscape: One- a misunderstanding is the new black, Two- we fall hardest on our hearts, and Three- we learn to care for...
Sunny’s Note: I love this piece. We’ve all had one of these moments and this just resonated with me. Lovely poem.
jcsonny:
I didn’t know How wild things Could still get
Unsure ...
just-the-idiot: skipping stones at flaws in their... →
Sunny’s Note: This was a really great read. We’ve all been there and I think you personified it nicely. Great piece.
just-the-idiot:
skipping stones at flaws in their chords of faith, planting insecurities beneath their pillow to whisper more hate in their ears while they’re dreaming nightmares of lost hope and innocence- it’s all just this real big mad that floats under the...
Daydreams of a Mad Cow: 130519 →
Sunny’s Note: I love the structure of this poem. I would do without the capitalization of each sentence - it throws me off a bit but overall this is really good lyrical piece. I love the shifts in imagery, it really works here. Good job.
mad-cow-mama:
A tree struck by lightning Simply sheared at an angle Trunk taken by scavengers Stump left for dead.
Given some time, some wind, some...
Sunny’s Note: This is such a beautiful piece. The first two lines are just wonderful and the rest was just a joy to take in. Lovely read indeed.
with-original-energy:
She holds fistfuls of violets in her hands clutching onto them like memories. The sky is an orange bursting the scent of citrus as the sun slowly melts into the horizon. Her heart is heavy and sinking with pebbles of pain...
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veritas vos liberabit: he greeted me with a smile... →
Kevin’s Note: I loved the lines “that melted my bulletproof heart (enclosed in a brick palace with guards who held swords, guns, anything that would inflict some sort of damage) into a pool of sin” Now THAT is covering your bases. We’ve all been here. Loved!!!
he greeted me with a smile that melted my bulletproof heart (enclosed in a brick palace with guards who...
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Under Awkward: every night the lies comeinto your... →
Kevin’s Note: Very well written…this uses great imagery and I love the idea of this.
every night the lies come into your fingers— as they come alive your mind shuts off, sometimes letting itself breathe through life’s straw. to drown
is a beautiful thing. to drown and sink as the depression comes is a smooth-transition. “breathe man!” the blood stains your fingers—
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Boopoopadoop: Her Lips →
kittygory:
He’s always said he loves her lips. The naughty things he imagines her doing with them would make her blush, if she knew. He watches as little curls slide up their sides, curving them ever so slightly, shaping themselves around the words she’s speaking. Her tongue appears to moisten the full lower…
Roggy’s note: this. By all means, THIS! An excellent captivating...
CryingWolf: Two people only love with their hands... →
Sunny’s Note: This is so different and wonderful. I enjoyed this poem very much so. It is almost conversational and I love that about this. It is quite interesting in that regard. Good job.
letscrywolf:
Two people only love with their hands and their lips and their words Two bodies only crack when the hands are touched You’ll tell your veins to kick at your stomach Your bones to...
Loved Once
Sunny’s Note: I love finding little gems such as this. I adore everything about it. The cadence in this is perfect, read it aloud and it will astonish you even more. Great job.
tothecatcher:
If I told you in riddles how I’ve loved before then I’ve lied twice: Now and twice more. Because we’ve met a hundred times and vaguely through glass doors. Yes I’ve loved once, but you ...
"You're A Strange Bird"
Sunny’s Note: God, i love this. Just everything about it. I can’t even offer you a critique because all I will keep saying is how much I love it so. Such a beautiful poem.
tristamateer:
I wait for the calm; I wait for the breath; I wait for the noises of your mouth
like bells ringing, sighing, chuckling, calling me away somewhere—
but when it’s all over, you run back off to...
Sunny’s Note: I love reading the thoughts of others, a journal entry or a diary post. Some are written so well, it just sucks you right into their heads and that is absolutely fascinating to me, such as this wonderful little piece.
k-swirkoprose:
at last our eyes fall on the lush transylvanian landscape wherein a grim river runt, relatively thirteen, recoils in obscurity among trash...
