Impeccable Poetry - Hello Poetry

Jun 2021

Chelsea Rae

I think I'm still drenched by the sins you projected onto me
And no amount of baptisms
Will release me from the sins
You threw out of your own mind
Onto me
Because they stuck like sticky **** thorns
And burrowed deep
Under the skin
Where you can't see.

Raised religious
Constantly in pain
From all of the de-thorning.

#**** #religion

Jun 2021

A Mess of Words

Eyes

She once

Shook me

With eyes

Beautiful as a storm,

Terrible and wild;

With eyes

Widened by innocence,

Tender as a child.

Jun 2021

Tiger Striped

bad manners

i-squished-words-like-chewing-gum-between-my-teeth-hoping-that-i could-blow-a-bubble-bigger-than-my-head-and-more-impressive-than-my-face-and-then-you-looked-in-my-direction-just-as-my-breath-hissed-between-my-lips-and-you-couldn't-see-me-just-my-swelling-beach-ball-of-jumbled-words-for-one-quarter-second-before-they-burst-and-stuck-all-over-my-skin-and-i-flushed-pinker-than-bubble-gum-and-i'll-choke-on-every-word-before-i-ever-have-to-see-you-again

Jun 2021

Seranaea Jones

sweet sweeps in stanza

-

i spread sugar across the kitchen table
and use my index finger to start from
deep scratch, penetrating it's layer to
the smooth wooden surface below

writing characters into gritty detail
within it's fine grainy media, i finish
each line without any practical means
to re-work the structure

they are my sweet licks by finger tips,
rows of tasty words that lay bare upon
a temporary tablet— in a raw form
which will soon be swept into a dust pan

just a musing on a mess at a place
meant for dining, i remove my
thoughts with a hand held brush—

yet traces of its ghost now linger
in a fragile film awaiting your
consumption...

s jones
2008-2021

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Jun 2021

Existential me

Tired and bored

I am tired.
Tired of the greed, the materialism,
the artificial realism.
Medicines to cope, false hope..opioids
the killer dope.

I am bored.
Bored with the faithless optimistics, party goers bathing in that sea of chaos...politics.

I am tired.
Tired of the hunger, and the homelessness that at times feeds glory seeking kindness.

I am bored.
Bored with the phones...the internet.
Allowing people to interact without having to connect.

I am tired.
Tired of the why and the what for,
lies of peace masking the truth of war.

I am so very tired and bored but
mostly with me.
More so with myself than with other people, politics and technology.
Sometimes I wish life would just set me free.

Thinking too much...

Jun 2021

Traveler

Soul Music

When peace and harmony take the stage,
the soul begins to stir.
Placing notes in staggering rudiments,
emotionally revered.
As the receptive audience begins to sway
with the dancing rhythmic sounds,
the connection of oneness
in our blissful beating heart's is bound!

Traveler Tim

#traveler

May 2021

South-by-Southwest

Reprise

The tendrils of chords
climb wearily

Sparkling molecular envisions

Cadenza , with dedicated backing

Thousands strong star struck

vibrato reverberating

encompassing compassion

the chills and tears flow

as another star explodes

in the tyranny of

vacuous silence

May 2021

Chelsea Rae

Cut Off My Wings

A soul purge so deep

That no one could be there to hold me in it.

A fire so englufing,
that if anyone had tried they'd have just been burned.
I lose control and only love the ones I have hurt.
How does that work?

The surrounding sounds muffle out as my chest caves in.
The kind of silence you endure as your surroundings completely disappear.

All you can feel is your chest pain burning like a thousand suns about to incinerate you alive.

You fight the urge to become a rage-induced animal
Because the pain is unbearable and no one gives a ****
and even if they do they CAN'T do anything about it.

I have to swallow it all and digest it.
I have to fight to not be overcome by it all.

But what do you do when you feel like your soul
is being filleted alive, soul stripped in all directions,
Bare, and ******* raw now..

The shedded lining burnt to a crisp in tatters across the floor around me and the pieces charred flying through the air.

Another phoenix stage of rising through the ashes
But where the **** does the sky take me?

I have been here before.

There is no where to go.

I give up.

I cut off my new wings.

******* God. I don't want to go down this road anymore.

#againstmywill