#thursday
I built a hospital in my chest
and waited for one familiar voice
to come and prove I was still worth saving.
Even when others knocked,
even when hands reached in,
I kept the door chained to your absence.
Because love is irrational like that
it kneels before ghosts
and calls it loyalty.
I was not asking for miracles.
Just recognition.
Just proof that I did not imagine myself into your life.
But silence has a personality too.
And yours wore it like armor.
Now I understand:
not all absence is temporary.
Not all names deserve to echo in my recovery.
Still, I loved you.
Still, I do.
But I will not build my healing
around a door you never learned to open
Apr 23
Apr 23, 2026 at 8:03 AM UTC
Thursday
week has slo~mo’ed, edged on, visitors gone,
two and half rain days, but a mere coincidence (?),
it’s appearance, their concomitant dis-appearance,
inclemency has kept us closeted and cozily, but not a-lonely,
for the world’s tumult~tilting-plane distracting enough,
its axis! seems more than a few degrees a-kilter,
(lively, lovely word, rarely used), and since when have I awoken with
mine eyes have seen the dripping rhymes, for my germanic-jewish
is pretty prosaic, my musings confined to a middle-of -the-night “thingie,” but here and hear I am jingling away in anticipation of a rain-all-day situation, and frankly, a tad less political west wing,
King Lear worthy drama, polarizing, thee-ate-her, might incentivize an exciting trip to the emerald isle’s solitary gas station and IGA supermarket (weekend supplies for the newest arriving morrow-guest-mongers,) for sure-as-right-as-rain-it-will-be-ceasing,
they will be soon enough be landing by F-Day (3) ferry, on the morrow, with their own Shakespearean screenplay, and many compliments on the verdancy (a previous never employed actor’s verbosity) of our tree encased, oak surrounded, tiny cottage hideaway, where we are all the world’s a stage, and we, the designated locked down, can be all ~ heavenly host, wait staff, sommeliers, and most importantly, their captive audience members…for their small life’s litle newest pieces, require us to be fully updated…
enough folderol! first glance reveals wet everything, windows moisture painted; and a halfway penetrable fog means incautious
summer drivers will be out mise en vigueur, french for ‘in force’, testing their luck upon our **** curvaceous, ample bosomed hilllock roads, (stop), excited by their chance to prove their stupid mettle…and their auto’s european superior brakes & suspension…
so the six am borderline of unofficial time division has passed and it is still Thursday, still wet, fog-ever-so-light touch lifting, and the challenges of writing a good piece of poem, yet sizzling in the mind’s frying pan, is still a long haul walk down the creaky corridor to the
just-kitchen ing ya, and the bed’s seductive dulcets.
singing why not “Stay (just a little bit longer”) (1)…
thus throughly convinced, bury dreams of Javanese Enlightenment within the seducing drowsed plumpness of my pillow
unti they arrive in force, but that is a different story already written…(2)
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Stay… ah, just a little bit longer
(Please) please, please, please, please
Tell me that you're going to
… Now your daddy don't mind
And your mommy don't mind
If we have another dance, yeah
Just one more, one more time
… Oh, won't you stay, just a little bit longer
Please let me hear
You say that you will, say you will
… Won't you place your sweet lips to mine
Won't you say you love me all the time
… oh, yeah, just a little bit longer
(Please) please, please, please, please
Tell me you're going to
… Come on, come on, come on (stay), yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Come on, come on, come on (stay), yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Come on, come on, come on (stay), ooh, la-de-da
Come on, come on, come on (stay), my, my, my, my
Jul 25, 2024
Jul 25, 2024 at 12:06 PM UTC
I see myself today
And I believe that today will be a better day
Better than yesterday
Better than Monday
Tuesday and Wednesday
Thursday, Friday, Saturday
So, I will look at the sun
and as the world floods around me,
I dream of the ark and arc
The gleams of sun on the horizon arc
and the seams of stars in the night ark
I will live on and sleep on a hill in a windy Sunday
sunset.
Jul 2, 2024
Jul 2, 2024 at 4:31 PM UTC
Your Love is like a Rose with Thorns
I am not sure what I see is the Red of Your Rose
Or the Red of my Blood
Because I am not sure if my hands touched the Rose
Or the Thorns
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To Love You is to Love a Red Rose
The Red of my blood blend in so well
With the Red of Rose
Because every time my hands reach out for your Heart
All they hold are the scorching thorns on the Rose
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I'll write to you when I can
But the ink will be my blood
Because these hands bleed every time they reach out
Reach out for You
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Feb 22, 2024
Feb 22, 2024 at 1:28 PM UTC
After many working days of giving of myself in love patience and endurance There are joys in the mist and I'm Thankful
The days past have had their struggles and blessings.. I have been facing the challenges ..
The mentals cares and the growing pains that comes with time experience and rough edges..
I know Sleep has been a thing I have chased, and tried my hardest to pin down.. by accidental falls..
Sleep where are you my heart calls.
But yet my days catch her sometimes..lolzz I mean really..
I crave for certain events on days.. its absence quite chilly.
Yet there are many delays..
But this Wednesday I needed Wednesday the rains fell and poured me replenishment to my thirst, and dear love Wednesday loved me.. dearly gave me the rest I needed.
Wednesday fell upon me, and gave love, like cloud nine times eleven sent.
I tried to hold on to Wednesday and pouted as it had to carry on...
Now its Thursday and as I labor my eyes cry for rest to sleep as I'm pushing and working strong.
This day has been long..
My off days are Thursday and Friday..
Sunday and Monday may bring, rest and love, flowers, and kisses and sweet misses
of sweet napping's I'll say..
ahh don't delay..
@ selinasharday_rose H.E.R #POETRY 2023 S.A.M Published.
Sep 8, 2023
Sep 8, 2023 at 2:26 AM UTC
Thursday Night
Body-blood
wafers-wine,
praises turned crucifixion,
a mother's milk gone sour
to boil its lamb son alive.
We lament, and remember
(upon this Thursday night)
the actual retail price paid,
the victory won from defeat.
James E. Roethlein ©2021
Apr 1, 2021
Apr 1, 2021 at 9:38 PM UTC
I will surely feel lonely again
I might die inside too
But if it makes you happy,
I'll celebrate my death with you.
Don't look over your shoulder
And wonder how I've been
You already did enough for me,
You've given me your best.
But if we ever meet again
Ask me how Im doing,
I'll give you a sudden smile
And say "I'm fine" again
Feb 11, 2021
Feb 11, 2021 at 6:23 AM UTC
They meet every Thursday
They're a worship team
They meet every Thursday
To develop a worship scheme
To show how the Lord leans
Through musical means
They meet every Thursday
That's not quite church day
But it's their rehearse day
So they don't play the first way
Which would be the worst way
When worshipping on the church stage
They meet every Thursday
To rehearse their music
They've got the Holy Spirit
And there's no way they'll lose it
They'll continue to use it
To save brothers from bruises
They know what the truth is
And they want to exude it
They meet every Thursday
So surely I even heard they
Come in on their birthday
They say it's worth praise
Not of their own ways
But of the Lord's grace
Glorifying Him is first place
So they meet every Thursday
Jan 22, 2021
Jan 22, 2021 at 6:03 AM UTC
I once wrote poems
spilling my darkness
onto paper
now
I wish to write poems
spilling the light
I have found within myself
however
I seem to have lost my touch
-Kejtil
Oct 29, 2020
Oct 29, 2020 at 1:32 PM UTC
looking
through my gallery
to find the epitome of throwbacks
to be posted on social media
the struggle
i’m tired
thinking out loud
on what’s really important
the memories gone
or
the present ?
Oct 29, 2020
Oct 29, 2020 at 12:18 PM UTC
Took another trip in my heart😔
No new news.
Knew,
But wanted to confirm
How sad is it??
No new love
Just ***** heart😅
Aug 20, 2020
Aug 20, 2020 at 4:06 PM UTC
Thursday you've finally arrived
Work is over and I'm ready to imbibe
You've become my favorite day of week
Most of my jobs done and giving Saturday a wink
Late enough in the week to relax a little more
While Friday's shadow lurks closely under the door
Early enough to fantasize about Sunday
Yet still so far away from Monday
Pour me a glass, or two or three
Unplug my brain and help me let it be
Since I only have one more day of work
Will one more hour really hurt?
So sweet Thursday you may not be part of the weekend
But since the quarantine, it's upon you I've come to depend
Jun 18, 2020
Jun 18, 2020 at 9:01 PM UTC
You’re sad but there’s no reason to be sad
Heart is throbbing
But you can’t tell nobody
As you have no reason to feel these things
Make others laugh
In hopes you’ll get that in return
Heart continues to ache
Why can’t y’all tell I’m hurting for reals
Apr 29, 2020
Apr 29, 2020 at 4:33 AM UTC
I can't afford getting ignored
What I wish already drowned
I can't watch myself alone
I want as we were before
I can't see you losing your interest
It's better let's follow the truth
I can't even accept the reality
It will became painfully deadliest forever
Apr 23, 2020
Apr 23, 2020 at 1:11 PM UTC
“The conflict at the moment,
Is you're literally,
One tweet away,
From the market being down,
5 per cent.”
Sep 26, 2019
Sep 26, 2019 at 7:18 PM UTC
I don't know
If I'm just
Too afraid
To let you go
Because you're
Someone familiar
Or if
I truly can't
Let you go
Because I'm still
So very in love
With everything you are
But either way
You're breaking my heart
By not loving me back
By not wanting me
By leaving me so cold
And I never thought
That being in love
Would hurt so much
Jun 13, 2019
Jun 13, 2019 at 1:08 PM UTC
Wretched voice
Boxed so thin
Rubbed-raw noise
Sandpaper skin
Beaten crest
Lasts for years
Naked nest
November tears
The season’s stall
Before the laughs
The worst of all
The ugly path
A sun burned green
I waste away
While they all wait
For bright Friday.
May 21, 2019
May 21, 2019 at 11:41 PM UTC
The Moon Shines Bright,
Throughout the night,
But everyone forgets the moonlight,
when the sun comes into sight,
The star blinks all throughout the night,
and hide away at the daylight.
The moon had a friend,
A naive girl with a heart of gold,
Use to look up to the big blue for days on end,
Throughout their friendship neither spoke,
The moon couldn't and girl didn't,
They had a mutual understanding,
Without chattering.
After a while the girl stopped looking up,
grown up and all wise,
The childlike wonder disappear from her eyes,
The moon had lost a friend,
To adulthood again.
Mar 28, 2019
Mar 28, 2019 at 9:44 AM UTC
All it took was one push to cause me to fall...
But all it took was for me to fall for me to know that I could fly.
Jan 31, 2019
Jan 31, 2019 at 1:35 PM UTC
Monday
Oh how I dread you
Can you just go away for one more day
Tuesday
You could be anything or nothing at all
You're just Tuesday
Wednesday
**** DAY
I finally get to look forward to the weekend
Thursday
The day before Friday
Anything could happen, but it wouldn't count
Friday
The most annoying day because of Rebecca Black
But it means we have 2 days of no ********
Saturday
Thank you for no school
But sadly you go by too fast
Sunday
Ruined because you know tomorrow is Monday
The one day I remember to do my homework
Jan 20, 2019
Jan 20, 2019 at 11:51 PM UTC
Some nights are not as good as others
for example I have never loved Thursdays
no Thursday is what you want it to be
and no Thursday night offers enough rest
some nights, maybe Thursdays, I'm awake
laying where I'd sleep with eyes closed
but mind wide open, wishing to be empty
or filled with whatever rest has to offer it
I lay lucid, still as sand, wishing gently
for your warm hand in my hair, shirt
wrapped in me, pressing me into oblivion
on a stupid sleepless Thursday night.
Oct 21, 2018
Oct 21, 2018 at 2:43 PM UTC
It's Thursday
If it were Wednesday
It would be the same
again, you are not here
So,
I think to call someone else
and have regrettable ***
and forget you for a night
but I don't
I'm tired of it
I'll be alone
So,
I think I'll sit by myself
drink
and talk to the gods
they don't exist
but they are nearer than you
Oct 7, 2018
Oct 7, 2018 at 5:14 PM UTC