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 Dec 2024
Unpolished Ink
Winter has decorum
unlike his sister Spring,
he is slow and ponderous
but she's a giddy thing
 Dec 2024
Bekah Halle
is it curious that we spare our souls
through poetry,
but remain closed books to our "family"?
Poetry has been a healing tool, helping me make sense of what was hidden in me for many years and remains hidden, even though I am still, unaware.

Family can mean any community that we are a part of.
 Dec 2024
Carlo C Gomez
~
Hand and needle,
weapons of mass protection.
Mending day called solace,
bitterness in every stitch.
When all guides disappear
the hand begins to tremble,
that is the material point.
Listen to the water,
the sea is full of memories.
It knows everything,
it feels nothing.

A rage is building.
The sails unfurl,
the wind follows.
A hundred years of
traversing the deep
on a ship full of opiates
and other distant mermaids.
This blood vessel,
cresting the heart of the wave,
you will never completely cross
this body of water
until you learn to trust
the hands that hold back
death and it's squall.

Even now they drop anchor, singing
into the starry sky:

"Gather ye fishermen's wives
As thy men roll out to sea
Pray one and all
Thy sails hold strong this day..."

~
 Dec 2024
JAMIL HUSSAIN
With joy, I stand,
As you slip from my hand,
A shadow, a veil, so faint, so fine,
Fading like dusk at the close of time.

Yet in absence, I call—
Come forth within me, in all,
To nestle, to bloom,
In my heart’s hallowed room.

O’ radiant spark, so fair,
Manifest love, and fill the air,
Let me hold thee, soft and bright,
A treasure in endless night.
Whispers of the Beloved 29/12/2024 © All Rights Reserved by Jamil Hussain
 Dec 2024
JAMIL HUSSAIN
O’ Beloved, in whose light my soul is lost,  
You are the breath of heaven, the very cost  
Of my existence, an intoxication divine,  
A love so deep, no tongue can dare define.  

You are the wine, and I, the cup you fill,  
A thirst unending, yet I drink my fill.  
Your eyes, like stars, consume me whole—  
An endless longing that devours my soul.  

In your touch, I am both slave and king,  
Bound by desire, yet free in everything.  
You are the flame, and I the burning wick,  
I dance in your fire, lost in love’s trick.  

O’ sacred beauty, in you I see  
The truth beyond the self, the unity.  
Your beauty is not of this world,  
But of the spirit, in your gaze unfurled.  

Come, Beloved, for I am drunk on your name,  
A mystic’s love that cannot be the same.  
My heart, a river, flows to you—  
The shore is distant, but the love is true.
The Flame and the Wick 28/12/2024 © All Rights Reserved by Jamil Hussain
 Dec 2024
JAMIL HUSSAIN
In the garden of your love, I roam,
A seeker lost, yet never lone.
I search for you, O’ moon so bright,
Hidden in the veil of night.

The wind whispers your name, so sweet,
Through ancient paths where shadows meet,
You hide in places deep and pure,
Yet every trace is my allure.

Like a flame that dances in the dark,
You flicker, tease, and leave a mark—
I chase you, but you slip away,
Like dawn’s first light at break of day.

O’ beloved, what is this game?
Why hide from me, who feels the same?
Are we not one beneath the skin?
In every breath, I seek within.

The rose blooms, but hides its heart,
Yet in its fragrance, I depart—
To follow you through realms untold,
Where love’s pure fire is made of gold.

I run, I search, through every space,
But you, like light, can’t be replaced.
In your hiding, I find my quest,
For only in seeking, we are blessed.

When will you come, O’ soul so near?
I chase your shadow, feel your fear.
But in your flight, I know you yearn,
For I am love, and I return.

O’, let this game of hide and seek,
Reveal the truth, make hearts unique.
For in your hiding, I find me,
And in our love, we are set free.

So come, my love, and end this night,
Let us unite in the sacred light.
For though you hide and I may seek,
The heart will always find what it speaks.
The Seeker's Quest 28/12/2024 © All Rights Reserved by Jamil Hussain
 Dec 2024
Bekah Halle
Dear imperfect me,
You are your own, just be.
You wrestle with insecurity,
that you can't settle peacefully.
Dear imperfectly,
The way you are is how you're meant to be.

Don't close your eyes and pretend you can't see,
Cos when you do, you're missing free
dom, and the richness; vibrancy,
of what it means to be living, see!

  Dear imperfect me,
The devil wants you to be devastatingly,
lonely, to isolate yourself from me,
to run around, head cut off, me.
But dear imperfect me,
there's no such thing as superiority,
it's just what we do when we are achingly,
small inside, and out, dumb wittingly,
disconnected from reality.
Such a waste; insecurity, obligatory shame, we accept begrudgingly.

  Dear imperfect me,
Can we try something new, happily?
Can we live more peacefully,
seeing ourselves progressively?
As beauty wrapped, uniquely!
As unsentimentally evolving.

  Dear imperfectly perfect me,
You are, you are, who you're meant to be,
For now, until you're not; key!
Grab this truth wholeheartedly.
I welcome your feedback, hesitatingly ;p
 Dec 2024
Traveler
I recognise my ego nature
as I fall into
judgemental rage..
Still, I grasp a hold of my mind
allowing my higher self to take the stage.
Thoughts are clouds
they’re plagues, they’re thief’s,
of which
mindfulness is the only relief.

Worse than an American diet
stress will take its toll…
Better learn to meditate
before you get too old!
Traveler 🧳 Tim

Stress can **** more micro biome in your stomach than a bad diet.
Stress kills!
That’s a fact..
 Dec 2024
Vivi
I know how this story ends,
I've been here before, all too well.

I love, you tear apart.
I forgive, you take control.
A chain we never take off.

I held it close, grasping.
You pushed it, it snapped.
I’m collecting every piece until it’s full—
but it never is.

I shake my shackles.
You tell me to be quiet.
When it’s just us—
why am I too loud?

Every step, every drop, you're there to catch.
It’s not your fault.
Your hands were never made for something so fragile.

I scream silently,
your eyes avoiding me.
What did I ever do
to drown in both your presence and absence?

I hate it here.
All my flaws, all your mistakes,
shattering my soul, stealing all my hope.

My hands could slip free,
yet I refuse to take them off.
I stare at them, grieving.

Where would I go, if not with you?
We’re both trapped in here.
 Dec 2024
Vivi
feeling the cracks in the walls. watching the floor crumble. my life is unraveling.
im not crying. i cannot yet. ill have to wait for a different stage - its not how denial works.
running my fingers along the lines. it cuts. it cuts deeper. deeper still. i see the blood but i dont feel it yet.

why do we hold onto ruins? to the ashes of things we never had? i try to keep it all together. i want to scream and rush to hold the base together - but i cant move. im just standing still with the slowly settling emptiness.

it was never there. it was all in my head. i knew that already and i know it now, more than i ever did. reality is seeping trough the gaps but i dont want to look.
why is it so difficult to face something youve faced many times before? and why is it so hard if you knew it was there all along?
i want the rubble to bury me. i want to take me with the rest. i want this life i could have never had, these walls i painted with love knowing it would fall.

i want to be free, trapped under all that never really was.
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