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Poison

Jul 8 The Romantic

Joleam

Poison

The poison is killing me
Slowly destroying me from the inside
The effects are slowly catching up to me
Soon it will become my destruction

I never noticed being poisoned
Feels like someone stabbed me in the back
Injected me with it
Without me noticing

Slowly but surely
The effects are growing more intense
Soon very soon
They will become my downfall

Everything I built
Everything I worked so hard for
The safe place I found
It will all be gone

I never planned for this to happen
I don’t want to destroy my life
All I wanted was to live in peace
All I wanted was to enjoy myself

Then the poison came
Slowly I realised that it’s happening again
I‘m moving closer and closer
To the poison destroying my life

See, you know
Loving you is killing me
Slowly but surely
Until everything I hold dear is destroyed

Jul 8 The Romantic

angry conifer

Jul 8 The Romantic

jan oskar hansen

angry conifer

Angry Conifers

Trees in the avenue
have a weird sense
of humor
Long roots cracking up
finely laid cobble stone
pavement
Slightly bent easterly
give pain in the lower
trunk
The younger trees
bleat about older trees
taking space
Older trees show
distain of needy trees
no dignity
Trees are silent
lack imparting skills
shake leaves

Jul 8 The Romantic

roses bloom on the bloodiest battlefields

Jul 8 The Romantic

rk

roses bloom on the bloodiest battlefields

the first time we met
a chance encounter
on my way out the door
yet something
held me in place
your eyes keeping me
in your rose kissed grasp

we met
and i wondered
how i could already
have so much love
for one person
it was as if we'd fought together
on the same battlefield
swords clashing
shields in place
fighting for each other
again and again

maybe then
it's not too much to hope
that there is another world
in which we made it
choosing each other
above all else
a place
where roses bloom
on the bloodiest battlefields

we met
and i knew that i had loved you
in every lifetime.

#love #friendship #soulmate #lover #friend #universe #missing #longing #twinflame #battlefield

Jul 8 The Romantic

the cut

Jul 8 The Romantic

aida

the cut

I romanticize pain,
like it’s some kind of movie,
like it’s a fate
I live for.
no love,
still quiet —
like I’m longing for the sea
but afraid of water.
afraid of life,
so I get moldy inside.
no flowers,
just death.
birds cannot fall —
it hurts
more than a bee sting.
but I’m used to it.
the cut that always bleeds,
the cut you opened once
but can’t close now,
the cut
you have to live with.

#pain #love #cut

Jul 8 The Romantic

Palantir

Jul 8 The Romantic

Michael Marchese

Palantir

Look at me
Look at me
Narcissistic
Tendency
Enemies
Nemeses
Everywhere
Dependency
Unfriending
Distant memories
Becoming
Penitentiaries
To place the blame
In block chain cages
Gamify
The dread AI
Then manufacture
Your outrages
Cheap
From its
All-seeing eye

Jul 8 The Romantic

Peace

Jul 8 The Romantic

Jessie-Leigh Meekings

Peace

Music is my peace,
Was my peace,
I'm losing my passion for it,
I hardly had time with it

I'm forcing myself to play,
To glide my fingers over the keys,
So I don't lose the rhythm,
Practiced over two years.

My heart yearns to make a rhythm to sate,
my brain tires bored with the keys.
My fingers stretch with the notes they take,
but my mind is bored with the melodies,
I force myself to make.

I start in D major but I always end in the minor.
See my heart yearns to make,
But my brain tires,
A mix of external factors, so busy.
Thinking.

I try to rhyme, I hope that isn't what a poem needs.
Because the words that I spew aren't naturally Alternating or enclosed

For my words come from the heart and certainly not my brain,
Maybe I will get bored of this too.
I hope not,
Because this is my new peace.

Jul 8 The Romantic

The Unexpected.

Jul 8 The Romantic

Emmie van Duren

The Unexpected.

What is it in us that responds with unutterable yearning, grief and unspeakable joy all at once when we hear certain a passage of music or see some glorious manifestation of the universal consciousness in the intricate patterns of nature?
What is it in the tentative, reaching radiance of the rising sun as it gradually limns the tree trunks,  drawing them out from the darkling twilight of predawn and coaxing the ethereal mist from the frosted ground, that shocks the train of thought to silence?
That derails our mundane morning routine and sweeps our emotions to the highest pinnacle of exultation in an ******* awareness of the beauty in front of us?
Is it not a flash of recognition of something familiar from aeons past -  a trembling-on-the-edge memory that we just can't pin down?
What is the force orchestrating this miracle moment frozen in time, that seems both fleeting and ever present at once?
Breathless, we glimpse glory and instinctively feel connected - woven into it.
In a blinding flash of certainty we realise, in this trembling thrall of emotions, we are experiencing the divine essence of our existence.

P.S.
"Yeah, yeah - it's pretty.  Now hurry up and get your coat, I'm running late for work!"