Zan Balmore
Zan Balmore
3 days ago

Too worn in heart
for how dare you
To in response anger
at anger aimed
towards you
How can we express ourselves,
when you steal our emotion?
Tired and missing
my connection
Too tired to love myself
and though I speak
it plainly
the lake of muck within you
was once crystalline ocean

Your first response to effort
is What's wrong here?
Chloe Chapman
Chloe Chapman
4 days ago

How can I understand others so easily, yet form no connection to them?
There are parts of me which are so foreign to others that they cannot comprehend me.
There are parts of me that are so similar to others that they form a connection with me.
I cannot [will not] reciprocate this.
I am entirely wrapped up in my own self, yet still I am Lost in the sea of everyone else.

APATHY: no connection to others
NARCISSISM: self obliterates others
CO-DEPENDENCE: others obliterate self
EMPATHY: connection and understanding
Jamadhi Verse
Jamadhi Verse
5 days ago

I can’t shake the feeling
that when I look out into life,
life is actually looking in.
Peering into my mirror eyes
to find out where it’s been --

to see itself and understand
the ways in which it lives
as a universe consigned
to the confines of mere mind.

Willingly it dons this brute disguise
of soft and shivering skin.
To realize its deepest truth inside
life creates forms to go within.

J.M. 2017

Look outwards and feel the exceptional, heightened awareness that surrounds you.
5 days ago

My past was always blurred,
From when I was a child
All I knew from others was
I was angry, reckless, wild

I've recently learned the truth,
My eyes are growing wide
As the barrier within becomes
More a longer, broad divide

How do I love my parents
When two were not mine?
The other two were always gone
And this barrier just won't die

Biology didn't dictate
That she would ever try
When depression caught and set in
All she saw was failure, alive

Behind closed doors, physical
Or within her mind
She shut herself from me
From the world, alone she cried

But I cannot forgive
You were supposed to be there for me
Too young to understand her marriage
Didn't stop her cheating

Step Father didn't do much,
Believes her every lie
Made it the world of his past
But neither did he try

Father on deployment,
So the connection isn't there
I see it as a friendship
And it is too heavy to bear

Step Mother was a saint,
Made me fit again
But I have no love for her
Just respected as a friend

It's a hole deep inside of me
Like acid to my heart
My mother never tried,
And that tears me apart

Feeling so unloved, alone,
In sorrow
And although I have three houses
Not one of them is home.

Truth hurts... it disturbs me that... this is me...
#love   #father   #past   #friend   #mother   #sorrow   #family   #connection   #loyalty   #disconnect  
Philip Lawrence
Philip Lawrence
7 days ago

Hair grown white

brushed straight away

Gnarled spine

Shoulders unsquared

Padded stool

Red leather tome

Pencil scars

Yellowed borders

Crooked finger

Brittle leaves

Blurred mass

Rimless descent

Old friend


Comfort alights

Dhaara T
Dhaara T
7 days ago

I made a friend
Out of an acquaintance
Or did he make
Himself my friend?
I'm glad we crossed paths
For he helps me appreciate
The magic of everyday life
When he shows me the mirror
In which I see clearer
I am not my sins
I am not my flaws
All the scars that make me
Are a part of me, not me as a whole
I am love, as he calls me
And I now learn to see it everyday
I am gratitude, that I have friends like him
I am joy, that I can experience this
Now, and every single day!

This one goes out to a kind soul, a sweet friend, an eloquent poet.
WJ Thompson
WJ Thompson
7 days ago

It was an atmosphere.
It was an atmosphere.
It was oxygen mixed with southern fog,
Southpaw gloves tied in sailor knots,
Waves of golden grains in ocean wind,
The rolling hills behind property lines.

It was the question you asked,
It was the question you asked,
Not with words but in the way you breathed against the window glass,
While I leaned against your Corolla,
And we sang under the overpass.

It was graffiti,
It was graffiti.
It was the cavernous concrete cats with purple
hair and acid wash jean jackets,
Melting the light of their city's street lamps into the obsidian void of moistened pavement.

It was the way the reverb spread the major 7th across the sky with burnt orange cascading into the violet of the minor 9th which reminds me of crickets and summer nights (and violins and cellos and midwestern jazz bars), and how bar chords are a guitarists way of flipping off a crowd,
Surfing the web for an answer to why I'm still single-
handedly the handsomest man in my car currently.

It's the cloth in my empty passenger seat,
soaking up the air of my A/C heat.
And the scent of the soil spilt from the succulent I was given at a wedding last fall,
And now I don't know if my trunk will ever smell clean at all.
It was how my energy dripped away into the floods of San Jose,
And how her eyes began to sink into her iPhone 7's screen.
It's in how I long for prolonged eye contact,
It's in how close the answer is but never slips,
I'm not interested in the electric work of fingertips,
I'm interested in connection.

Inspired by the poetry slams of Livermore, amongst other things.
#music   #guitar   #sunset   #connection   #city   #single   #atmosphere   #chord  

Bestow me your hungry, holy touch.
Let me feel my body and mind lifted
high within your covetous clutch.
Let everything that I am be
your everything enough,
in the surrender of my ascent.
Love me in ways that will make
the Earth blush when she finds
I stand upon her again.

J.M. 2017

D Awanis
D Awanis
Mar 15

The most intimate thing
one could do to another is;
to look deep into their soul
of the part that's
always hidden away

And if you're lucky enough,
your soul will eventually
connect to theirs
and that connection
will last a lifetime

#love   #soul   #connection  

It is through music alone
that I allow myself to weep,
that I allow myself to think
clearly about that which hurts,
about that which I am always averse to.

It is through music alone
that I allow myself to see
the broken, neglected parts of me,
the relationships that need to be
remembered and so mended.

It is through music alone
that I am finally set free
from thoughts that circle incessantly,
long enough to glimpse the rest of me
and feel life flowering within my body.

It is through music alone
that I become a conduit for bliss --
filled with all the joy that I so often remiss.
Wishing to fall to my knees and gently kiss
the beautiful earth that forever holds me.

It is music notes alone
that have always truly known me --
never failing to show me how to be myself.
Collectively, they breach the depths I've so rarely felt
without the help of their warm waves of resonance.

Music is reverence.
It is worship, love, and peace.
And it rolls and unfolds inside of me
with a tremendous, holy ease.

It is then that I cease to be anything,
but a feeling within a song
as I reach a crescendo inside of me
that carries me straight along
through every birth, death, and rest
between each and every note played.
Until at last I grasp the vastness of me --
finding the music has shook me

J.M. 2017

I do not create my own music,
but in listening, I worship.
#love   #life   #pain   #music   #joy   #inspiration   #feeling   #emotions   #connection   #vitality  
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