jameslit - Hello Poetry

Red flowers in a vase on the table Staring at me like an old friend If I cry, will they comfort me? If I scream, will they calm me? If I laugh, will they silence me? Or will they remain motionless Because I’m not meant to know Because I’m not meant to believe Who are these souls trapped Within such fragile bonds? The flowers will not answer

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Apr 26, 2020

Apr 26, 2020 at 10:53 PM UTC

Flowers

Red flowers in a vase on the table Staring at me like an old friend If I cry, will they comfort me? If I scream, will they calm me? If I laugh, will they silence me? Or will they remain motionless Because I’m not meant to know Because I’m not meant to believe Who are these souls trapped Within such fragile bonds? The flowers will not answer

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The rain pounding outside my window The gods’ righteous anger manifested Lightning and thunder, their weapons And I, the victim bested If I run naked into the storm, and let the torrent strip me bare, will the neighbors think I’ve gone mad? Or will they even care?

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Apr 25, 2020

Apr 25, 2020 at 11:54 PM UTC

Rain

The rain pounding outside my window The gods’ righteous anger manifested Lightning and thunder, their weapons And I, the victim bested If I run naked into the storm, and let the torrent strip me bare, will the neighbors think I’ve gone mad? Or will they even care?

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Steps and laughter downstairs A fraternity in its usual chaos You crawled in through the window To indulge in his hidden desires A friendly greeting before the sin is committed A mattress on the floor, blankets in swirls Sit on the edge as he beckons you over The black night, the sole witness He’s cold despite the warmth of his touch His dark eyes shine with a sense of discontent He holds you softly, but it’s never enough For you to feel loved, nor for him to love himself Not a word was spoken, an unceremonious ****** No reciprocation, no lingering emotion The loathing wafts through the air like steam As he fixates on the disheveled ground Retrieve your sweater from below Go reconnect with your old friend, the night Out the window from whence you came He won’t even watch you leave

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Apr 24, 2020

Apr 24, 2020 at 6:31 PM UTC

The Window

Steps and laughter downstairs A fraternity in its usual chaos You crawled in through the window To indulge in his hidden desires A friendly greeting before the sin is committed A mattress on the floor, blankets in swirls Sit on the edge as he beckons you over The black night, the sole witness He’s cold despite the warmth of his touch His dark eyes shine with a sense of discontent He holds you softly, but it’s never enough For you to feel loved, nor for him to love himself Not a word was spoken, an unceremonious ****** No reciprocation, no lingering emotion The loathing wafts through the air like steam As he fixates on the disheveled ground Retrieve your sweater from below Go reconnect with your old friend, the night Out the window from whence you came He won’t even watch you leave

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The bath I drew, artificially pink From the indulgent purchase I made My naked body submerged in warmth Into my mind I shall wade I study my physical being Every peak, cliff, and canyon Sensation erupts from within A lone soldier stands at attention My mind wanders to lovers lost The temptation reaches a fever Hard breaths, an inner heat Hold on tight as I pull the lever My back arches, my toes curl A wet gasp, then a quiet scream My head dizzy in the aftermath As I glance at what I now must clean

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Apr 24, 2020

Apr 24, 2020 at 6:30 PM UTC

Pink bath

The bath I drew, artificially pink From the indulgent purchase I made My naked body submerged in warmth Into my mind I shall wade I study my physical being Every peak, cliff, and canyon Sensation erupts from within A lone soldier stands at attention My mind wanders to lovers lost The temptation reaches a fever Hard breaths, an inner heat Hold on tight as I pull the lever My back arches, my toes curl A wet gasp, then a quiet scream My head dizzy in the aftermath As I glance at what I now must clean

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