#warnings
I never bled from a fist
But I still wear the shape of violence
Raised voices can bruise
Silence can bruise
The threat of eruption bruises
Deepest of all
My shoulders remember
More than I do
They rise before my mind can process
Stiffening at the hint of
Sharpness in a voice
My jaw knows how to lock
Before a word becomes weaponized
My body rehearses defense
Whether or not there’s a war
Bruises don’t fade
They redistribute
Whispering in muscles
Posture
Carving themselves into instinct
You don’t need hands
To harm someone
You need presence
Volume
A door slammed with enough force
Can knock the air out of you
Without ever touching your ribs
Accusations cut sharper than
Belt buckles matched with
An equally sharp tone
In the suffocating pressure of
Someone else’s anger
Tracing warnings into my skin
There’s no doctor for that
No ointment or polite language
That makes it digestible
You can’t ice the memory of a voice
Breaking you down like it was Dismantling cheap furniture
You can’t rest away the sensation of
Your stomach seizing when someone
Drops a shoe too loudly
In another room
Oct 10, 2025
Oct 10, 2025 at 5:02 PM UTC
“Mariners should alter plans to avoid these hazardous conditions. Remain in port, seek safe harbor, alter course, and/or secure the vessel for hazardous conditions.“
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these governmental agencies
a veritable,, gala of cords of words,
have an urgency that is an
unintended poetry capture
the hazards of life
and their associated cruelty
oft brings out
the very finest of the best of us,
lurking in the innerest depths
we studiously avoid
lest we be embarrassed or
tearfully fulfilled
Remain in port!
(venture forth to save a life,
even your own)
Seek safe harbor!
(secure your internal best)
Alter course!
(there isn’t a single path,
that doesn’t consist of
thousands of minute
course corrections)
Secure the vessel!
(the first commandment,
your primary obligatory
to your first, the us, the rest)
for the most hazardous conditions
you’ll face,
are your own self-imposed
roadblocks and diversions,
overcome these is the hardest,
but success is freeing in a way
that makes you love this
ephemeral, always refining
de~fining yet obtainable potion
of
honest/to/goodness
true freedom
addendum
———-
discard, ignore
be wary of
those who fallback
on icebergs of curses
sandbag of ice Shoals
beneath the water surface
and when they,
reduced to bile infected
falling back on vulgarities and curses,
this the mist removal
line should never crook
or cross
Let them sink below the waterline for their talent is compromised, and they fail to understand and comprehend that poetry is intended to inspire
the commonality
that blends this potpourri of
im ourinternational collective who
value the collective spirit that informs our poetry
oh yeah
**** my dck”
fouls this temperate commune
of politesse architecture here,
wounding us all
give us no more these
***
badwordsoffensive**
worse, tools of the
poorly pathetic thumb of the inarticulate,
in one so talented
Mar 25, 2025
Mar 25, 2025 at 4:12 PM UTC
She advertised everything I wanted
Upon purchase it was nothing I needed
If only there was more time allotted
The warning signs could've been heeded
With the foundation now rotted
I'm reseated all alone and resented
Not fully unexpected,
But fully defeated
Deflated and almost deleted
Then the process gets repeated
©2024
Sep 6, 2024
Sep 6, 2024 at 2:58 PM UTC
I don't dare to look in the driver's side mirror
Objective issues seen seem closer than they appear
The warnings always been there
In black print on the bottom from corner to corner
Trust me, I've spent most of my forever
Glued to the rearview mirror
I wouldn't say one over the other is safer
Both lead to the inability too steer
Leaving the inevitable outcome to each pretty clear
©2024
Jun 20, 2024
Jun 20, 2024 at 10:41 AM UTC
We've never heeded warnings,
We surely won't start now;
Because we ate from a blissful tree,
We're mopping up our brows.
They witnessed a smoking Vesuvius,
Yet went about the day;
We mark washed up bodies
From distasteful lands,
With arms wrapped round each other;
Signed Versailles to end a war,
But postponed it instead;
Ignored the bottle's label,
Drank whitener before going to bed.
We're blinded in Casandra's world,
Ignoring words of peril,
Uttered for our good.
Nov 22, 2020
Nov 22, 2020 at 1:34 PM UTC
Downfall
Reminding you
Downstairs
Surrounding you
Don't crawl
Following you
Perfect house
Blinding you
Polarising pictures
Mesmerizing you
Pieces of a lie
Trapping you
© Sofia Villagrana 2020
Mar 18, 2020
Mar 18, 2020 at 4:55 PM UTC
When I’m not ok but I say I’m fine
I’m not
I think
If I walk into the road I would get hit and it would be over
If I slit my wrists it would be over
If I put that rope around my neck and jump it would be over
If I drank the window cleaner it would be over
If I jumped of the building it would be over
But if they ask I say I’m okay
Oct 5, 2018
Oct 5, 2018 at 4:50 PM UTC
maybe the hesitation that ached below my skin
when i met you, was something i shouldn't have ignored.
Sep 19, 2019
Sep 19, 2019 at 9:08 PM UTC
I’m sorry I didn’t come with a warning label as you stepped through my door.
I’m sorry there wasn’t a sign on each room you walked in.
Depression
Anxiety
Bipolar
Bulimia
Anorexia
My crazy over obsessive thoughts
My past
My present
I’m sorry for the **** I think
For the **** I feel
The **** I can’t help but I’m just tryna keep it real.
Like when you told me you loved me right after your hand touched my face,
Yeah that love was pretty true.
I can feel it in my disgrace.
“Baby I’m sorry”
“Come back”
“You know those actions weren’t real”
Yeah baby okay, so I just get on my knees and I pray.
Apr 23, 2019
Apr 23, 2019 at 2:48 AM UTC
To breath and not be tired by breathing.
(an acrostic )
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To breath and not be tired by breathing .
Or to catch one’s breath when about to choke
By slow suffocating and no I’m not joking
Really it’s like a plastic bag over your head
Escaping death is the only natural remedy
A tube connected to home compressed air
That is the fate of sufferers around t’ world
Having chronic asthma it ain’t no joke.
And I have witnessed first hand the fear.
Not being able to breath when you awake.
Do you have that trouble now I hope not ?
No I wouldn’t wish it on any one this day n age
Oh to breath and not be tired by breathing
Tired by just keeping that old body alive
Be thankful if you can boast such good health
Each day count those blessings God has sent
To breath and not be tired by breathing.
I warn you that you may be old someday
Relax and remember this poetic warning
Endeavour to give up cigarettes today.
Death warnings carried on every packet.
By songs and warnings all around about
You listen but one more *** won’t matter
But there you cannot put the **** thing out
Relegation to the designated smoking area
Even though it has become a social place.
A conversation with a fellow smoker is sublime
Though to breath n not be tired by breathing
Having left if much to late to then escape
I see the grim reaper as he comes to get you
Nothing I could ever do again but pray.
God has now granted you relief from pain.
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Written by Philip
November 6th 2018
Nov 6, 2018
Nov 6, 2018 at 7:29 AM UTC
You are a good person they say.
You’re going to find someone who deserves you they say.
But he, he isn’t the one for you they say.
He is just playing with you they say.
He only calls you because he is bored and needs someone stupid like you who listen to him, who believes everything he says.
Jeah...
Maybe they’re right...
But my heart doesn’t want to hear their warnings.
My HEART belongs now him...
Sep 30, 2018
Sep 30, 2018 at 4:54 AM UTC
I cannot ever fight my demons
Each cell in my body has given up already
Now I'm stuck with no ambition
I cried so much I'm unsteady
I should have listened to your words
Worried warnings gone to waste
Although I appreciate the love
Let tears teach lessons on my face
Sep 19, 2018
Sep 19, 2018 at 3:38 PM UTC
If only I could’ve seen the glimpse of my future
When I said the words “I love you.”
If only I took heed to the warnings my friends said to me,
Instead of breaking down my walls
And having my heart torn,
Shredded,
Abused.
If only I was able to see the monster in you
Before I gave myself
Only to be broken and lied to,
Every ounce of trust
Wasted with you.
Every time I hear you say those words
“I love you,”
“I still want you,”
I only see your arms wrapped around her
Or your body against hers in the shower.
What a fool I was,
For letting my heart control me again.
Mar 12, 2017
Mar 12, 2017 at 6:06 PM UTC
Wisdom read but unheard,
Is truly an injustice
Why must the world suffer fools,
That know not the difference
Between ignorance and knowledge,
Wisdom is felt from the heart
And sung with the breath,
A million ills can be righted
With one wise counsel,
Joy can be grasped with caution,
Not with haste and recklessness
Hear my words,
And take heed of my warnings
Wisdom should be heard and felt,
Not taken for granted
Sep 4, 2017
Sep 4, 2017 at 12:33 AM UTC
When you say
"My friend and I..."
I hear
"My ex lover and I..."
I can read between
The lines
And darling you're such
An easy book to
Read.
I have gut feelings
Signals
Warnings
Of danger and excitement
And I had a gut feeling
That I was going to see
Something unpleasant.
And maybe running into
You and the ex
On the blue line train
Wasn't unpleasant
But it certainly wasn't
A welcomed surprise.
Apr 8, 2017
Apr 8, 2017 at 9:31 AM UTC
He'll destroy you.
Take everything good about you
And rip it down into a skeleton.
I hope you realize
He'll take everything you're confident about
And burn it to the ground.
I hope you realize
He'll use you
As a coping skill.
I hope you realize
He'll move on from you
Rather quickly
Once it's over.
Because it will be over
Rather quickly.
Because men like him
Don't actually want
Things that last,
No,
They want their ego stroked
And the moment you tell them
They're wrong
The monster returns again.
"I haven't been this angry since I was eighteen."
Bull ****
You just can't stand
Being told you're wrong
Being told you're hurtful
Being told you're not perfect.
He'll hurt you,
And then you'll be left broken-feeling.
But darling you won't be,
You won't be broken.
Men like him
Don't have the power to break you.
Be ready and be prepared.
He cannot break you.
You might be blissful now.
But know that he'll subconsciously try to destroy you.
Keep an ear out
It'll hurt,
But you're strong enough.
I have faith
You'll be okay.
He'll rip you apart,
But you can find those pieces
And put them back better than before.
He's not worth your time,
But maybe you're like how I was.
Foolish, naive, hopeful,
And a little too kind.
You are young,
So it does happen.
Good luck to you,
Child.
Good luck.
You will need it,
For the road you have chosen
Is a road that leads to your own pain.
I am sending you
Prayers.
You will need them.
Also don't flinch.
It only makes him worse.
Jul 15, 2016
Jul 15, 2016 at 1:58 PM UTC
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Why do we dream the things we do?
Is it because deep down, we wish it true?
That life were a fairy tale, that we could fly?
I'd have to say no, that's not the reason why.
The dreams we receive are messages to decipher,
They are warnings against our uglier desires.
To fall prey to your dreams would be a tragedy,
It would lead you astray and quite happily
Cause you to create you're own catastrophe.
Dreams are less fairy and more a cautionary tale,
Be vigilant, watch for the warnings that are veiled.
Jul 6, 2016
Jul 6, 2016 at 5:49 PM UTC
There it is,
The silence of my suffering revealed.
I gave and this is what's left to deal,
What now do I do?
My heart buried beneath the tower I built up,
There's holes everywhere in myself.
I gave and then sometimes stayed away,
But I was always near.
I guess I now know what I truly mean to you,
No more a person.
But a shadow on the wall,
Did I waste your time the days I spent with you?
Was I no more than an annoyance?
What I am now is what it feels like,
Pointless, apathetic, and dumbfounded.
I know you warned me,
And I proceeded onward past then.
Now it just hurts,
You've silenced yourself to me.
Ignore me like I was nothing to you,
Every day of your silence just hurts more.
If this is payback or a lesson,
You've won.
I'd rather be told I'm worth nothing,
And it all meant nothing.
Than hear nothing from you,
That silence kills me.
Especially of how much my heart I gave to you,
So will you continue your silence and keep ignoring me?
Or will you say something,
Anything.
Even if it's just to say goodbye,
Because no amount of tears can erase you.
And in the end of all things,
I just sit here and cry.
Apr 3, 2016
Apr 3, 2016 at 9:28 PM UTC