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Elsie Greek Apr 2020
Stick to whatever,
She told me.
Get it wrong, right
Or do not.
Flee to your scarier
Shelter,
One that is easy
To spot.
Drink wines
From glasses
Of doubt,
Worship your
Local canons.
Stretch them
Within and without,
Stan the unpardoned
Of lords.

Having it all
Given to you,
Acting completely
Exposed,
Trophies in pain
Excruciate you:
None of them **** you,
Suppose.
Bob Apr 2020
It hurts to be in
This position.

Tossed aside
But I know you
Have your reasons
And I know you've made your decision

But.

Just know.

That.

when you call
I'll run back to you
I'd go through hell
To give you paradise
I'd feel all pain
Just to see you smile again

When you change your mind
You'll know
I'll be here
To find
Us again.
Inspired by a song: Old Money by Lana del Rey.
Peach Summer Apr 2020
just a young heart confusing my mind
im confused or am i blind
challenge whipsers
im dead inside?
everything i do
is a waste to your time

ill try
ill try
ill try till my bones die
to further more my love will
ignite my heart so.  

if i cry every night will the end
accept me, beneath me is under
the heart you swore you'd lend me.

im swollen from the hits you gave me,
metaphorically.
will you accept me.
tonylongo Apr 2020
A call to action is not action
Other things that are not action include:
Expostulation rhetoric poetry
Fulmination logic contumely
Proposition dialectic philosophy
Tergiversation polemic and ideology

Actual action, he expostulated, is behavior -
Behavior that acts, he fulminated,
Actually impels or constrains the acts
Of other behavers
This is only done, he propounded,
By applying pressure to weak points
In these others’ safety or security
But acts of violence, he tergiversated,
Only spread or institutionalize violence.

Apart from physical violence, he droned on,
All people have two things they can use
To act with –
Time, and Money.
What you can do with time is specific
To your skills and situation
But what you can do with money
Has exactly two categories:
You can give it,
Or you can withhold it.

You may think withholding is automatic,
And it is, it is; but you are not the one doing it,
It is being withheld from you, in every pay period.
By far your largest charitable contribution
Is to institutionalized violence.
To attempt to withhold your money from these withholdings
Would be enormously risky, painful and destabilizing
In ways that calls to action and other forms of talk never are.
But for one body to impart momentum to another body,
It has to transfer energy, i.e. there must be a cost.

* * * * * * *

On the other hand:
It is currently fashionable to say
That we are not the same person over time
Everything is replaced every few years, personality is a myth
And according to the most advanced thinking
Consciousness is an accident that affects nothing.

In the real world, of course,
I’m the same person I was at age seven
When I first thought of myself as a person;
This knowledge is immediate and irrefutable.
We aren’t the sum total of replaceable parts,
And consciousness for most people is a long-lived thing
Not the space between tick-tocks of a metronome.

This conscious thing concerns itself almost entirely
With exteriors, which are almost the only thing to
Latch onto. But the ultimate **-hum of the exteriors
Compared to the permanent (mortal) consciousness,
Which has no good bad up down or plus-minus incentives
Gets so obvious as to become ridiculous. This is Anti-Action.
Other terms include depression, cynicism, selfishness,
Detachment, solipsism, reality.

But you must care about the others,
Or you are contemptible. Even the Buddha
Said this…right? (It was a long time ago
And there may have been many edits.)
The real and only basis for action is Love,
That is to say you must care about the exteriors
Which is to say the undeniable mechanics of the world
And what happens to those who are acted upon. You Must.

Is this knowledge immediate and irrefutable?
this was for the Tumblr #writerscreedchallenge prompt "a call to action" but they seem to be ignoring it
Khoisan Apr 2020
She
buried her parents
but
they ain't dead
she
talks to her children
only
in her head
her
friends ain't hero's
she
calls them best
play's on a hill in the devil's bed
lost her wings
to
its
vile syringe
fallen
demonic
p
o
$$
e
$$
e
d
Anu Mishra Mar 2020
My Pantry

I panicked in the storm, afraid
nothing to bargain or trade

sustenance or reprieve
bewildered and bereaved

to acquire or do without
I walked for miles in doubt

through the tempestuous skies
I looked at the field behind my eyes

I circled around and found
my pantry still abound

the sheesham shelves were old
the walls covered in mold

a smiling monsoon
coconut ladoos likened to the moon

stolen biscuit jars
they’d travelled from afar

half eaten cadbury’s bars
reminiscent of sibling wars

jars of kindness
marmalade bitter and timeless  

pickles of surprise
cakes made of rice

curiosity in spice caddies
an old healer of maladies

my fears left me to wander
my will now fed and stronger

I had no reason to despair
my pantry overflowing, I had so much to share
A look through my own emotional larder in times of a pandemic.
Mitzi Ambrad Mar 2020
You scare me.

The difference between our worlds is bright as day and I'm afraid should you move away like a space rock subtly touching and only passing by; when you could be my Earth and me your moon — different but inseparable.
Serendipity Mar 2020
At my very core
am I as human
as I was promised
to be?
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