D: Favorites

Apr 2 D

Poetato

I used to lie on a bicep
Wrapped in the natural scent of skin

Turns out a pillow isn't that bad
While a blanket is definitely the best comfort ever.

Apr 2 D

Devil's Breath

Apr 2 D

Kurt Philip Behm

Devil's Breath

Tempests of
inclemency
Cyclones filled
with pain
Tornadoes come
and go at will
With nothing
to remain

Caught inside
their whirlwind
Whose spin to wreak
and hurl
A demon vortex
roaming wild
Destruction
— to unfurl

(The New Room: April, 2025)

Apr 2 D

Undo the Darkness

Apr 2 D

Thomas W Case

Undo the Darkness

Tonight, I lie in bed and
scribble in a black spiral
notebook.
Why is cruelty easy for
some? Like laying down
a card.

One of my three cats,
Mojo
sits sleepily on
my old maple desk.
She is all black.
The computer screen is
black.
So are the speakers,
microphone,
and a coffee cup that
sits on the desk.

Above my dresser is a
quote by Hemingway.

"There is nothing to writing.
All you have to do is sit down
at a typewriter and bleed."

It's on black paper.

I've had the room set up
this way for over a year.
I'm just noticing all the
blackness.
Midnight in Nod.
It could be because I miss
my daughter. She's seven.
All the black fades away when
I think about her smile
and those eyes that laugh at the
rain.

I notice that my shirt
is emerald green, with a
few drops of red.

Plop
Plop

Plop.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ICWIGqf62Kw
Here is a link to my YouTube channel where I read poetry from my books, Seedy Town Blues Collected Poems and It's Just a Hop, Skip, and Jump to the Madhouse, available on Amazon.com

www.thomaswcase.com

#life #sadness

Apr 2 D

I,

Apr 2 D

hannah

I,

I
I am
I am me
I am the collective
I am my mother’s laugh
I am my father’s forgiveness
I am my brother’s wish
I am my sister’s soul
I am my pride
I am my ego
I am me
I am
I

Apr 2 D

lost words

Apr 2 D

apollo

lost words

love cannot be described by words
through the silence that holds us close
through the soft touch of our fingers
it is described through the way
we give in
to the longing within

Apr 2 D

Ultraviolet Sighs

Apr 2 D

Vianne Lior

Ultraviolet Sighs

Soft hush
a lilac hush,
spilling from heaven’s cufflinks.

Dust-throated wind,
draped in violet lace,
forgets how to whisper.

Once,
a petal kissed my wrist,
feather-light, sugar-spun.
(It melted before I could love it.)

Beneath the boughs
time folds like an origami swan.
A child presses footprints into fallen silk,
calls for lullabies.

Glittering
a secret only the butterflies know,
written in ultraviolet sighs.

Stay.
Stay.

But the season is shifting,
jacaranda knows no permanence.

A lilac hush
soft hush
dissolving into sky.

The ground is a love letter
written in violet, waiting for rain.

03/04/2025
Jacaranda's have bloomed in my school.

#jacaranda

Apr 2 D

As Strong as our Weakest Link

Apr 2 D

CJ Sutherland

As Strong as our Weakest Link

Timing is everything

We                       Are
The.             Last
Generation
Full.               cup
Prin               ciple
We’ll                  wait
for                   the
Right          time
tribulation
Be         Gins
God’s.            will
Be                    done

We are only as strong
as our weakest link
In preservation we think
Make love, not war
What are we fighting for?

As in the time of Noah
Fighting amongst ourselves

America will fall from within
On our knees tribulation begins
The vultures circle to feast
The arrival of Satan‘s beast
The smell of death is in the air

American’s act without care
Living absent of God, unaware
When tribulation begins
Man’s Sins Will be on full display
God‘s wrath has plenty to say

God wants our full attention
The Bible reveals His full intention

This is a strand of DNA, which can be thought of as a chain.. where the individual building blocks, called nucleotides are linked together like the links of a chain

#strengths #link #chain #tribulation #godnoahlove #war #weakestlink

Apr 2 D

Red, White, and Drifting

Apr 2 D

Thomas W Case

Red, White, and Drifting

The brilliance of the
ladybug landing on
my white coffee cup
as the wind blows through
the bedroom window
I think of ee cummings
and Buffalo Bill,
Mom, Dad, and the
rest of the dead.
The computer calls to me.
But I won't answer.
It's the Sabbath, and the
rest will do us all some
good.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ICWIGqf62Kw
Here is a link to my YouTube channel where I read my poetry from my recently published book, It's Just a Hop, Skip, and Jump to the Madhouse, available on Amazon.com