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Root and Horizon

[Venus]
I begin in the marrow,
a pulse beneath the skin,
the tremor of fingers
brushing dust from stone.
The earth remembers me
in the taste of iron and rain.


[Uranus]
I begin in the distance,
mapping the sky into patterns,
naming stars after forgotten kings,
threading myths across silence.
The horizon remembers me
in the way it bends toward night.


[Venus]
I speak in warmth:
breath caught on cold glass,
the ache of closeness
that refuses to vanish,
even when the window frosts over.


[Uranus]
I speak in echoes:
histories folded into stone tablets,
laws written on wind,
the scaffolding of time
carved to hold her breath in place.


[Venus]
But my body insists,
all flame and saltwater,
that love does not wait for permission.
It spills, unruly,
like rivers tearing maps apart.


[Uranus]
And I answer:
let the rivers rewrite the atlas.
Let the constellations redraw themselves
to follow the current of your pulse.
What begins in marrow
becomes the measure of worlds.


[Together]
Between root and horizon,
between breath and banner,
we are the axis:
she, the seed breaking earth;
I, the sky bending down.
In that crossing—
a whole universe opens.

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 1d
Traveler
As of yet I haven’t received enough information to make an assessment on the ingrained craziness in this beautiful world.
It’s the continual attention to the chaos that distorts pure love.
So I close my eyes for just a moment and send a prayer out to the suffering universe.
Then I’m on my merry way!
Traveler Tim

I am a typo!
The sun sets on each day
And orange fire starts the next
And yet it seems like I am stuck
Continually vexed

Time marches on
I am left behind
Footprints in the snow
I am left to find

"Just a few days"
And how am I to say
That is months to me
And my nerves fray

Until you stand upon the threshold
And your hands caress my face
I will continue to outrun time
In this never ending race
Every day is longer than the next and tomorrow is outrunning me
 1d
Kalliope
One day
Some day
Probably soon
I'll be nothing
Dust on the moon

Never could be solid
Never could be whole
Never found a way
To fit into the mold

Bleeding through the pages
Crossing all the lines
Aching in my soul
Pretending I'm just fine

This ache is such a feeling
A hard one to forget
I've never been without it
Yet I never do regret

Some souls can do wonders
And others are so wise
Some of us are filler
Background till our bland demise

Not quite meant for great things
Just put out here to live
I wanted to be special
My expectations I must forgive

I can't live up to her
Never will live up to him
Living up to myself?
A barren truth discovered on a whim

So hush now, do be quiet
It's so loud in my mind
I'm so sick of noise
Leaving thoughts of grandeur behind

Staring at a wall
No time to even blink
Living a life mentally
Reality making me sink

Such a twisted sickness
Being great in your head
Wasting all your hours
Decaying in your bed

Feet that once danced so
Unashamed through city lights
Lips made for conversations
Slowly stitched shut for the last time

A heart made for adventure
A soul yearning for great love
Bones that take you nowhere
And fears of all the above

Whispering so loudly
Yet speaking so **** low
"She never did make sense,
Never knew quite where to go"

A recipe for disaster
Chaos by her hand made
Falling slowly then faster
Replacing parachutes with grenades

"You made your bed now sleep in it"
Is what they like to say
But I never made my bed
Yet here I am destined to lay

So tomorrow I will fix it
A new lovely day for change
A promise never kept though
Being true to myself is strange

You'd think it would be freeing
To live right here, right now
But possibilities are endless
I'm overwhelmed- I must lie down

But now please don’t do that
My nervous system shouts at me
You'll never overcome fear
Hiding from the world in sheets
The push and pull of anxious mind
"Poetry is confession, obsession, reflection.
Empathic minds, valentines, hope divined.
It's a kiss, whispered sweetly" (2)



who needs challenges, commissions.
kicks~in~le butte~
when heaven heaves rains, one downs tall orders in
short shot glass verses, which glossed over at its
first communion(cation,
come back
months later
to subtract - another
poem from where it lay dormant
on the doormat
of my sub~sub~terranes
of my diluted subconscious au natured dry & rugged terrain

a favored poet,
a secretive admirer,
whoa~whose~her truthful name, I've yet to uncover,
but whose one true soul inspires me repeatedly,
ana~lyrically licks me into
dredging from me
un begrudgingly

and yet,
another love poem,
she herself wrote when elixiring (commentating (3))
'pon one of mine,
a long long time ago

Alas!  Alack!
unnaturally immodest,
one concedes,
when obviously a Super~Woman!-cedes,
seeds in three verses, what I  could never unknot
nor uncover

so I requite & requote with
unlabored pleasure
miz patty m's
primary terse verse,
neither secondary & never tertiary,
her absolut perfect mixed drink
defining, summarizing,
the essences of love

"(Love) Poetry is confession, obsession, reflection.
Empathic minds, valentines, hope divined.
It's a kiss, whispered sweetly"


I concede, in deed,
and in writing,
I know nothing,
of writing
of only love poetry
and all the great predecessors,
elsewhere lyricized, named and tabulated,
by yet another women, (1)
I will take my weary words elsewhere,
and if
perhaps,
disguised as a woman,
(Natalie, Natasha, Natali
see note below)

perhaps my verbal herbal insides,
my turgid insights,
will be shorter, sweeter,
but never more completer
than those of,
who can syncopate it
in rhyme
and the naming of my
predilection,
by mid~initial,
will give a measuring
of solace, and
a kiss and hug from my mirrored selfie,
having been unsuccessful at
my one chosen endeavor,
only love poetry,
adieu,
I, due,
utter
Nevermore
                    M>
(1)
see https://hellopoetry.com/poem/5134157/whispers-of-the-romantic-soul/
(2)
patty m
(3)
pompous stupid word; use commenting
(4)
https://www.google.com/search?q=female+names+that+start+with+Nat&sca_esv=dee9b9933ec66180&rlz=1C9BKJA_enUS1169US1169&hl=en-US&sxsrf=AE3TifMLzVbCWkH-hNwziZl2gYN5AIX_dQ%3A1756974288039&ei=0Ey5aPeUAt_Q5NoPjNus8AY&oq=female+names+that+start+with+Nat&gs_lp=EhNtb2JpbGUtZ3dzLXdpei1zZXJwIiBmZW1hbGUgbmFtZXMgdGhhdCBzdGFydCB3aXRoIE5hdDIGEAAYCBgeMgsQABiABBiGAxiKBTILEAAYgAQYhgMYigUyCBAAGIAEGKIESJxFUNQXWI9AcAJ4AJABAZgBZqABqAWqAQM1LjO4AQPIAQD4AQGYAgOgAu0BwgIHECMYsAIYJ8ICBxAAGIAEGA3CAgYQABgNGB7CAggQABgFGA0YHpgDAIgGAZIHATOgB8IYsgcBM7gH7QHCBwUwLjIuMcgHBQ&sclient=mobile-gws-wiz-serp
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𝔏𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔰𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔪𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔟𝔢 𝔞 𝔰𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔯 𝔞𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔬𝔫𝔤 𝔴𝔯𝔦𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔴𝔥𝔦𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔰.
"𝔉𝔬𝔯𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔫 𝔄𝔩𝔴𝔞𝔶𝔰" 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔲𝔢𝔰 𝔟𝔢𝔶𝔬𝔫𝔡 𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢.
𝔈𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔶𝔬𝔫𝔢, 𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔶𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤, 𝔞𝔰 ℑ 𝔴𝔯𝔦𝔱𝔢 𝔱𝔯𝔶𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔬 𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔣𝔩𝔞𝔪𝔢𝔰.
𝔇𝔯𝔲𝔫𝔨𝔢𝔫 𝔬𝔣𝔣 𝔯𝔦𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔥𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱. "𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔢𝔭𝔦𝔱𝔬𝔪𝔢."
ℭ𝔞𝔯𝔳𝔢𝔡, 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢...
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       My Dearest Father,
I hope this message finds you well. I wanted to express my deepest gratitude for all that you have done for our family and kingdom. Your wisdom, strength, and leadership have guided us through many challenges, and for that, I am truly
thankful.

I admire the way you carry yourself with such grace and dignity. You truly are a king in every sense of the word. Your presence commands respect, and your words inspire us all to be better versions of ourselves.

As your daughter, I am proud to be a part of your legacy. I will continue to uphold the values and traditions that you have instilled in me, and I promise to always make you proud.
With love and admiration,
👑

𝒮𝒾ℊ𝓃ℯ𝒹- 𝒫𝓎𝓉 𝒦𝒾̨𝓀𝒾̨
Written: Sep 1, 2025

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