#amwriting
Where Stories Become Souls
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In the corner, where shadows softly play,
A girl sits, wrapped in the tender sway.
Her books of poetry, life’s sweet lore,
Each word a key to an unseen door.
The sun dips low, its golden rays,
Lighting realms of dreams anew.
Adventures etched in ink and rhyme,
Stretching far beyond the bounds of time.
She reads of seas that glitter and roar,
Of mountains kissed by clouds galore.
Her heart leaps with the falcon’s flight,
Her soul finds solace in the starlit night.
A stanza hums of love’s embrace,
Another paints fate’s fleeting trace.
Each poem a bridge, both firm and thin,
From where she’s been to where she’ll begin.
Her eyes alight, a beacon’s flame,
In every story, she carves her name.
Binding her spirit to tales untold,
To truths of fire, to dreams of pure gold.
The books breathe life, they softly sing,
Of daring quests and hope’s gentle spring.
Between the pages, she finds her place,
A realm of wonder, an endless space.
Still, she reads, as twilight bends,
A journey that neither starts nor ends.
Immersed in poetry and life’s sweet spins,
The girl becomes the story within.
4d ago
May 30, 2026 at 3:39 AM UTC
Trigger warningVery disturbing*
Dear sir, I write to you at a time when
Bloodshed has become a trending hashtag.
When genocide is another word for good morning.
When a mosquito bite has resulted in a bird flu
and the bird owner has been quarantined.
"The bird should be discarded" you decree.
On its wings it conveyed passion, ideas and businesses.
A confidant, a pillar it has become.
A pillar of support no government parastatal offered.
I write that you reconsider for from my little knowledge, no one can cage a bird.
It is meant for the skies so let it fly.
Yours faithfully, a very lazy youth.
@poeticifi
Jun 9, 2021
Jun 9, 2021 at 6:44 AM UTC
I never thank you for being the sole orange-blossom in my garden.
Laughter fills your pockets and spills into the air like bubbles, adhering to all who pass.
Only you know how to turn anger into flowing yellow carnations and chocolate swirls.
Vibrant amber sun-eyes glint on your face; you elevate me with your common sense and faith.
Every night, when I was little, you crocheted a quilt of stories in my head so I could sleep.
Your touch turns my tears into dragon-flies fluttering
Off my cheeks, reminding me that I am never alone.
Upon my shoulders, I wear your strength as a jacket against the cold.
Apr 11, 2020
Apr 11, 2020 at 5:13 PM UTC
Ivory leaves sprouting from your knuckles
light streaming through your lashes
as snowflakes braiding your stone fingers
moving reaching for the sun
bark ascends from the earth raising you
becoming you encasing you in a sheath of Laurel
roots journey from your feet exquisite as butterfly wings
hair turns to foliage Evergreen
Apr 10, 2020
Apr 10, 2020 at 5:08 PM UTC
Submerged
In a world of music
And images
In her mind
She sleepwalked
Through life
Watering the roses
With her blood
Looking through
The mirrors
The cellar dwellers
Waited for her
To be one of their own…
Apr 16, 2019
Apr 16, 2019 at 5:32 AM UTC
I guess
We fell apart
In the most
Usual way
But then why
Does it hurt
When I see you
In the crowd everyday...
Mar 26, 2019
Mar 26, 2019 at 7:32 AM UTC
Addictively sweet
Soaking wet
Moist tongue
Doused fervor
Brewing storm
At her engorged fruit
Mar 20, 2019
Mar 20, 2019 at 7:42 AM UTC
Slowly
Very slowly
I rise
Aware
Of my body
Lying still
Inside the box
I move up
Further
For a glimpse
Of the body
So empty inside
Sans me...
Mar 20, 2019
Mar 20, 2019 at 7:40 AM UTC
The seize
The hold
The grasp
Ain't easy
On my passion
My desire
Of you
Increases...
Mar 20, 2019
Mar 20, 2019 at 7:36 AM UTC
My body’s a fire
Waiting
To be burned
With your caressing gaze
All teased
Tormented
Nuzzled fantasy
Makes me
A bad girl
Eager to please
Your ***** sensitivity
Tie me
Choke me
Tell me Daddy
How will you
Discipline me today
Mar 14, 2019
Mar 14, 2019 at 7:50 AM UTC
In my dreams
I see him
Red palms
Outstretched
In front of him
Slithery skin
Peeling
From his back
Chained
Hopeless
Floating above
Taking a toll
On me
Like hell hounds
And destroys
My soul
Yet I’m not afraid
Of him
But humanity
That’s worse…
Jan 30, 2019
Jan 30, 2019 at 5:28 AM UTC
I do not love you like the ocean,
I’m much too scared of drowning.
Instead I love you like a battered paperback,
small enough to pocket
on walks from dorm rooms to lecture halls.
I love like the blanket my housemate bought me,
too pink to be polite
but a soft cucoon against my skin
warm on cold winter nights.
I love you like anything that can be forgotten
tucked away or to one side,
but hangs around in the quiet moments
still very much alive.
I do not love you like life itself,
but I love you a little like breath.
In the same way that I do not think about it,
in the same way that to not would be nonsense
in the same way that I don’t know how to stop
without the pressure in my chest building
to a point where I think I might shatter me pieces.
I suppose I love you a little like breathing.
I do not love you like the ocean though.
With you I have never been afraid of drowning.
Dec 29, 2018
Dec 29, 2018 at 3:06 PM UTC
Detached from the tree and
momentarily from the world;
what does the leaf witness?
One already so dead, dry, devoid;
is resentful?
One would think not.
One does not need resentment.
One falling leaf needs not,
the cries of man and his children below.
One falling leaf needs not,
the chirping fowl above.
Detached from limb and life and
momentarily the world;
One needs only
a longer eternity not to need.
Nov 15, 2018
Nov 15, 2018 at 11:12 AM UTC
It’s encroaching
Stifling my breath
Like cold gates
At the mouth
That vicarious grip
Of distorted desires
Trapped inside
Playing hide & seek
Like a childhood friend
Or am I just having
A fever dream…
Oct 13, 2018
Oct 13, 2018 at 3:44 AM UTC
Master
Every time
I’m asked
To obey you
I do
‘Cz obedience makes me
Feel more
& more pleasure
In the games
We play
& the blindfold
Sets in me
Nervous expectations
Of the sweet sparks
Sending through my body
When you birch me...
...Your Girl
Oct 12, 2018
Oct 12, 2018 at 6:53 AM UTC
The only time in an ordinary life that dying seems beautiful is when you are a teenager. That beautiful time where your skin is tightly wrapped around you like Saran Wrap and your mind believes every tear you push out of your eyes matters, counts towards something. You cry because your heart got broken? That matters, put it in your portfolio of beautiful broken pieces. You cry because you did not make the team/the grade/the cut/the audition/the clique/the bus … all of these things matter when your book is full of hauntingly empty pages. What nobody tells you is that once you fill your book with these small slights, you have less and less pages left for the big stuff that’s coming. The big stuff that should really fill your book. By the time you have something to write in your big book of beautiful broken pieces, you’ve filled it with so much crap and nonsense that there is nothing left to say.
I have nothing for you then.
Stop readingStop mother ******* reading.
I have nothing.
I am god **** empty.
I have nothing.
Aug 29, 2018
Aug 29, 2018 at 12:59 PM UTC
Ginger beer
In the hemisphere
celestial haze
Quasar waves.
Shooting stars
and loud guitars
Wanderlust
and cosmic dust.
Sahn 07/17
Aug 28, 2018
Aug 28, 2018 at 3:44 PM UTC
Blanket of blackest wool above
Bleeding yellow in the out-there
And on the wooden chairs painted white
we sit to watch.
63 moons glide gracefully
and say the things
that move from tongues to fingertips
Because touch
Lands sooner than the bitter words
It was under the nebulae
Where you gave me a ring
which you slung round a planet
with a ladder and rope
and you gave me a promise that is hung round the sun
so I jump up ride it when it if it orbits me slowly
In a moment of tiny, of small and sooner.
in a moment that's billions
of miles away
so before we we've been born
and before we've been lovers-
a star somewhere tucked our whole story away.
I will find us a night cloud
thick with our longings
and send it out shining to sell to the night.
Yes, I'll pack it up warmly
and hold it quite tightly then send it out sailing on
night after night.
SAHN 07/18
Aug 28, 2018
Aug 28, 2018 at 3:41 PM UTC
Shards of the glass pierce my atmosphere-
Rocket Ships to the floor .
And as the red wine swells to pools beneath
I am swaying to the music of momentum-
Just enough so one might see,
That beautiful whole that once was me.
Sahn 7/26/17
Aug 28, 2018
Aug 28, 2018 at 3:29 PM UTC
To go back
To his hands
Skimming through
Dust and stars
Her brown skin
Quivering
Hid secrets
Only his touch
Could show light
Jul 20, 2018
Jul 20, 2018 at 7:39 AM UTC
His love is
My deviant poison
Spread across
Ocean of stars
Showering wicked desires
Of disobedient delusions
Dancing under the moon
Jul 11, 2018
Jul 11, 2018 at 4:40 AM UTC
Surrounded by confetti
Heart shaped
Yet no love found
All there's silence
No words to speak
The soul renders
Foggy mists of memory
Bottled up
In cracks of the room
Like the winding roads
Of time lapsed
Jul 10, 2018
Jul 10, 2018 at 4:15 AM UTC