Traveler

Feb 16

South-by-Southwest

Open wide
the gates of Hell
The butterfly effectually
flutters to false intent
from that organelle

From double hearted
wing beats
the flattery will not cease
Proudly inciting insolence
from the center of the beast

It takes a coal
from the altar
that the lips must kiss
To purge all iniquities
to burn on the bliss

Feb 16

Nick Moore

Stone Rose

If she can carry on, Through it all, then so can I.
When you don't have to sell your soul, no need to say any more.
Had my candyfloss girl, fingers no longer sticky, what a shame.
Now living in Cornwall,
I burnt the town where I was born, but I'll always be the resurrection.
My aim is true, my message is clear,
It's curtains for you
Charlie my dear.
Am I all alone?
Is anybody home?

Thanks to silent echo, for getting me thinking about favourite albums.

Traveler Feb 16

Shadow Talk

I love pleasure
I can deal with pain
Freezing freaking snow
Sunshine after rain

I’m not afraid to live
I’m not scared of death
I shall consume existence
Til’ there’s absolutely nothing left!

I’m not afraid of my shadow
As discussing as I’ve been
I can still embrace
My foolishness within!

Traveler 🧳 Tim

Carl Jung approved

#traveler #shadow #life #death #pleasure #pain

Feb 15

Larry Berger

GERSHAMANON

I drive my head into
the buttress of Inko
to prove the truth;
it makes no sense
to you or me, we are
programmed to survive,
we make up words, ignoring
obvious cautions, and
delve, we delve

Feb 15

amelie

tired tired tired

i'm so tired
of hurting people

i'm so tired
of hurting myself

i'm so tired
of my own thoughts

i'm so tired
of myself

i'm so tired
of others

i'm so tired
of missing someone who doesn't think about me

i'm so tired
of my family

i'm so tired
of school

i'm so tired
of winter

i'm so tired
of sitting in my room

i'm so tired
of having no energy

i'm so tired
of being alone

i'm so tired
of eating

i'm so tired
of looking at myself

i'm so tired
of my body

i'm so tired
of taking care of myself

i'm so tired
of waiting for a sign

i'm so tired
of living

there is much i want to write about but this is all I could get out

Feb 15

Abbott J Hardison

Happy Birthday Mr. Douglass

February 14th 2025,
The yearly anniversary of he who failed to fall,
To the crushing hand of prosecution.
The day, a symbol of love,
Congratulations Mr. Douglass,
That's what we got.
Happy birthday to a spirit of liberty,
And cheers to equal freedoms.

Fredrick Douglass was one of the most important men to ever grace America. His words and actions were essential to the battle for black equality. But not only did he strive to make this world a better place, he wrote too. My favorite poem by him is "Liberty."

#freedom #rights #birthday #equality #america

Feb 15

Maybetomorrow

A Flea Market for Emotions

They’ve lived with me long enough
to know my silences
to settle into the spaces I stopped filling
Sadness leans against the doorframe
arms crossed like it knows I’ve been avoiding eye contact
Anger curls up by the heater
restless, shifting, but quieter than it used to be
Disappointment is sprawled across the couch
staring at the ceiling

Fear stays in the corner
knees tucked to its chest
flinching when the lights flicker
Regret drags its fingers along the table
murmuring what-ifs under its breath
Longing presses its face to the window
watching a world that never let it belong

They have been good to me, in their own way
Kept me company when I had none
Held my hands steady when the world blurred
I used to know how to hold them back
Now I can barely hold them at all

So I take them to the flea market
Set up a stall
Or two
Lay them out carefully, one by one
Line them up under flickering lights
a little display of secondhand emotions

I set the prices low
Marked down
No Refunds
Not because they are cheap
Or unwanted
but because no one pays full price
for something heavy
something with a history
Too worn, too strange, too much

People come
They stare for a while,
And leave

By evening, the stall is still full
Grief, longing, heartbreak
all of them waiting,
watching people pass

By morning, they are gone
Not sold
Not taken
Just—
gone