SaddalD - Hello Poetry

Gnawing at my tranquility Chafing my marble surface An agonizing feast Of deformed and defunct emotion Medley of past regrets and shortcomings Laying stubborn eggs That exponentially multiply They do not come softly But ruthlessly blister remnants of peace Each an erupting bulbous membrane That screeches at the edge of my resilience.

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Apr 2, 2018

Apr 2, 2018 at 5:23 AM UTC

SaddalD

An angry feast

Gnawing at my tranquility Chafing my marble surface An agonizing feast Of deformed and defunct emotion Medley of past regrets and shortcomings Laying stubborn eggs That exponentially multiply They do not come softly But ruthlessly blister remnants of peace Each an erupting bulbous membrane That screeches at the edge of my resilience.

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Dismembered promises You speak And my resilience deviates Deep reluctance festers And arid attempts Configure dreams of little worth A slump characterizes me I am a concave branch ready to split A mere whiff of you suffices To stifle my budding flowers. The ones I tended to Shielded from invasive sun And guarded by gaping moon With tenderness so deep I could have rubbed combs through them But yesterday’s flowers are blighted today Harangued in spiteful midday light And frayed with want they are Want to be tended to Want to be encircled by fertile mounds Want to be wanted

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Apr 2, 2018

Apr 2, 2018 at 5:15 AM UTC

SaddalD

Deceitful longings

Dismembered promises You speak And my resilience deviates Deep reluctance festers And arid attempts Configure dreams of little worth A slump characterizes me I am a concave branch ready to split A mere whiff of you suffices To stifle my budding flowers. The ones I tended to Shielded from invasive sun And guarded by gaping moon With tenderness so deep I could have rubbed combs through them But yesterday’s flowers are blighted today Harangued in spiteful midday light And frayed with want they are Want to be tended to Want to be encircled by fertile mounds Want to be wanted

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Describe me in a few words What do I mean to you? To what degree am I a priority, and where do I stand? Am I memorable? What color do I inspire? Am I the torrent of an ocean? Or blunt as a knife? Do I carry weight like my mother? Or am I the shimmer of an ephemeral birdsong? I just want you to know I am willing

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Mar 10, 2018

Mar 10, 2018 at 9:46 AM UTC

SaddalD

Describe me

Describe me in a few words What do I mean to you? To what degree am I a priority, and where do I stand? Am I memorable? What color do I inspire? Am I the torrent of an ocean? Or blunt as a knife? Do I carry weight like my mother? Or am I the shimmer of an ephemeral birdsong? I just want you to know I am willing

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Cinnamon bark, cloves and cardamom seeds Clean in running water Fill a *** with water Add spices and light the fire Five minutes in breathe in the aroma And allow the sensation to seep through your selves. Allow the spices to guide The jolting spices quiver And their essence gently begins to alter the water The spices are a microcosm of what happens when you are near him They jolt like your laughter, And the shifting color mimics yesterday’s dim lights A symbol of his encircling, dominating presence Once again you lower your head and the profundity of the scent makes knowledge faint and redundant You place your cup by the stove And you quiver as the tea rides the cup.

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Mar 10, 2018

Mar 10, 2018 at 8:43 AM UTC

SaddalD

Spiced Tea

Cinnamon bark, cloves and cardamom seeds Clean in running water Fill a *** with water Add spices and light the fire Five minutes in breathe in the aroma And allow the sensation to seep through your selves. Allow the spices to guide The jolting spices quiver And their essence gently begins to alter the water The spices are a microcosm of what happens when you are near him They jolt like your laughter, And the shifting color mimics yesterday’s dim lights A symbol of his encircling, dominating presence Once again you lower your head and the profundity of the scent makes knowledge faint and redundant You place your cup by the stove And you quiver as the tea rides the cup.

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“How are you?” “What is new?” A question as rich as a promise A sincere invitation. You are my repository and the branch I grasp Like an eager child I bring my selves forth All of them are welcome My inner life trembles A mélange of anticipation and nervous excitement Pain, yearning, doubt make yourself known Unfurl and unwind Derail if you must Pour forth and expand your crevices And just as well Shame be banished

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Mar 9, 2018

Mar 9, 2018 at 7:58 AM UTC

SaddalD

How are you?

“How are you?” “What is new?” A question as rich as a promise A sincere invitation. You are my repository and the branch I grasp Like an eager child I bring my selves forth All of them are welcome My inner life trembles A mélange of anticipation and nervous excitement Pain, yearning, doubt make yourself known Unfurl and unwind Derail if you must Pour forth and expand your crevices And just as well Shame be banished

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On the threshold of a new day The seconds seem to crawl To stall the aching sensations I tell myself I will go out, to the bookshop The door sounds off and I enter Every bookstore has a scent The appeasing quietude stirs me This is an enabling atmosphere I synthesize the stimuli A crisp new printing Pearl, magenta, ruby red Bold, italic, plain and pretty I exit the enthralling world The street’s beat has shifted The cacophonies have subsided The shift is replete Rejuvenated and resplendent I return.

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Mar 9, 2018

Mar 9, 2018 at 2:24 AM UTC

SaddalD

Bookstore

On the threshold of a new day The seconds seem to crawl To stall the aching sensations I tell myself I will go out, to the bookshop The door sounds off and I enter Every bookstore has a scent The appeasing quietude stirs me This is an enabling atmosphere I synthesize the stimuli A crisp new printing Pearl, magenta, ruby red Bold, italic, plain and pretty I exit the enthralling world The street’s beat has shifted The cacophonies have subsided The shift is replete Rejuvenated and resplendent I return.

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The valve that holds me together A location out of place A thorn in the woods The pressure of a current A mystery worth knowing A code worth deciphering The blister that won’t heal A morning that never rises An eclipse of consciousness A national holiday An emotional stalemate The stewing of celestial juices A lapse of vision. A tear for my forsaken stability

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Mar 9, 2018

Mar 9, 2018 at 12:15 AM UTC

SaddalD

Home

The valve that holds me together A location out of place A thorn in the woods The pressure of a current A mystery worth knowing A code worth deciphering The blister that won’t heal A morning that never rises An eclipse of consciousness A national holiday An emotional stalemate The stewing of celestial juices A lapse of vision. A tear for my forsaken stability

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Spiraling cycles Reluctant approaches Exhaustive conjugations Paths crossed are nothing more As my hand strokes yours Nothing stirs In my mind’s eye all is mud A murky vision enshrouds you We have entered a rupture, a stalemate You don’t feel like a scent There is no accompanying rapture Your edges are blurry And I am leaving.

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Mar 8, 2018

Mar 8, 2018 at 12:47 PM UTC

SaddalD

Leaving you

Spiraling cycles Reluctant approaches Exhaustive conjugations Paths crossed are nothing more As my hand strokes yours Nothing stirs In my mind’s eye all is mud A murky vision enshrouds you We have entered a rupture, a stalemate You don’t feel like a scent There is no accompanying rapture Your edges are blurry And I am leaving.

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To live in this world That perpetually suspects and inspects To live in cycles Once a rose Soon a wilting flower, dregs, and left overs. This is no place for woman Woman Of man, made from man’s ribs Woman Deficient in thought and temperament I think of Virginia Woolf and Sylvia Plath And the conjecture imposes itself This is no place for brilliant women What at once should be resplendent Stunts and sedates Because the climate Cannot reconcile with woman.

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Mar 8, 2018

Mar 8, 2018 at 10:48 AM UTC

SaddalD

Woman

To live in this world That perpetually suspects and inspects To live in cycles Once a rose Soon a wilting flower, dregs, and left overs. This is no place for woman Woman Of man, made from man’s ribs Woman Deficient in thought and temperament I think of Virginia Woolf and Sylvia Plath And the conjecture imposes itself This is no place for brilliant women What at once should be resplendent Stunts and sedates Because the climate Cannot reconcile with woman.

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Is it worth the wrestle, sweat and toil The hollering irksome voices The encumbrance To simply say “I made it?” Of what worth is strength? To proudly proclaim you weren't trodden on? To firmly shoot “I'm here!” I endured when it was “do or be dealt with?” But what solace sought does strength preserve?

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Mar 6, 2018

Mar 6, 2018 at 1:32 PM UTC

SaddalD

Worth the strength?

Is it worth the wrestle, sweat and toil The hollering irksome voices The encumbrance To simply say “I made it?” Of what worth is strength? To proudly proclaim you weren't trodden on? To firmly shoot “I'm here!” I endured when it was “do or be dealt with?” But what solace sought does strength preserve?

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