CE Uptain: Favorites

Jul 6 CE Uptain

ADoolE

I wore the mountain
like a second spine—
so long,
I thought it was mine.

Then love arrived
like rain in a dry room-
soft,
uninvited,
real.

It didn’t heal.
It peeled
revealing I'd been walking
with wounds
still whispering
beneath my skin.

And when it left,
I cracked.
Not broken—
but opened.

Now the ache speaks
and I listen.
And somehow,
that is enough.

Jul 6 CE Uptain

Little kindness

Jul 6 CE Uptain

ADoolE

Little kindness

It’s no surprise
that kindness feels so sweet
when you’ve been starving ,
even crumbs are a treat.

It’s easy to miss,
but the truth is this:
a little kindness
can feel like bliss

Jul 6 CE Uptain

Blind

Jul 6 CE Uptain

Stardust

Blind

Why do we become blind,
When we love someone so?
And blind again with hate,
When we let it grow?

We see no flaw in one,
And only flaws in some.
Why do our hearts so easily
Make our minds its gun?

I was just wondering why I sometimes turn into a fairy tale character for someone—kind, idealistic—while at other times I feel like the foul-mouthed villain’s right-hand man, caught in loud spats. But I'm trying to find a balance, to control my emotions and not get swept away by their intensity. After all, emotions come and go.

#mindversusheart

Jul 6 CE Uptain

Heartbeat

Jul 6 CE Uptain

Lance Remir

Heartbeat

I miss the sound

Of two hearts beating

#love #romance #loneliness #heartbeat #yearning #missing

Jul 6 CE Uptain

Life of an artist

Jul 6 CE Uptain

Arpitha

Life of an artist

Nature, art and poetry
My only three needs
Bringing colours to life
Meaning to words
To be understood
only after long gone

#vangogh #artist #sad

Jul 6 CE Uptain

Wings Like A Bird

Jul 6 CE Uptain

Jason Paul Klenetsky

Wings Like A Bird

I still remain cautious
I’ve talked with the dead
I listened and learned to all that was said
They spoke about horrors
About the things they had done
Flying like Icarus into the sun
I wasn’t judgmental
I let them speak their peace
I just stood there while gazing
Watching their demons release
Into the cosmos
Beget or be gone
Nurture your offspring
Don’t string them along
And your prayers will be answered
Your voice will be heard
Then you can fly like an angel
With wings like a bird

Jul 6 CE Uptain

Poet

Jul 6 CE Uptain

Unpolished Ink

Poet

The poet inside me sleeps,
curled up in the nut he rests,
perhaps he has died
and he lies, stiff and cold,
I do not think he is no more,
the occasional snore can be heard
a tumbling phrase or sybillant vowel
escape his lips,
errant ships that pass,
otherwise he lies
a dormant beast, waiting for spring
and the filtered sunshine that his words might bring

#poetry

Jul 6 CE Uptain

Gray as I

Jul 6 CE Uptain

Yaz

Gray as I

Not two decades yet,
since the sun spat me into its glare,
and already my head betrays me—
six black locks, once fierce,
gone,
gone gray,
gray as ash,
gray as a lie,
gray as the sigh
of a self I can’t defy.