Jill - Hello Poetry

Oct 23

neth jones

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often   i am retrodden   after passing a lengthy sleep battle
day following day      i wake in and out   loftily bobbing
  nodding into conversation  and durring out
                                 like a tiny failing electric fan
  struggling to appear present and take part
   then whirring   into a congested cumulus

a colleague, (name slips me), sips her coffee
she dribbles her features into her colourful lap
her words become a slury chum of incoherence
(she may snap back if i have energy to retrieve her
she may  upon a whim   form another person altogether)

i have accumulated a D.S.C. (Depression Support Creature)
the opposing to what may seem
                 this fella supports my depressions feature being
and monitor's my decline
fleshed out to drain me
      whilst acting as a detracting blurred vision
shaking in a drabby coat  and baring its dumbed face
i'm turned inward on drooping wealth
                           and rot in the anxious conglomeration
a distracted reality from reality already conquered
                         flagged and declared ;
the phony thing that's real

#narcolepsy #sleep #hallucination #deprivation #work #life #hypnotic

Oct 23

Thomas W Case

Blue Life

I've been to the crushing
place.
It smells of death, and
spider mums.
Daisy chains dropped
when the music died.
The lake is murky now.
Clowns roam the street,
looking for carnivals
and meat.
Silly boys still believe
in love and dreams, and
girls that like opera and
giving head.
This world is strange, and
Picasso walks the lonely
avenues, feeding
seagulls' peanuts and paint.
No one blames him.
It's his blue period.
All the while,
an old bent man plays
the guitar.
He smells like camels,
and hope.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ur5pZxbd7hE
Link to my youtube channel where I read my poetry.

#blue #life

Oct 23

Savva Emanon

It's Okay

It's okay if your skin feels electric,
if the walls shift like fractured mirrors,
and you stumble in the dark spaces of yourself.

It's okay if fear snarls at your feet,
if your heart drums too loud for quiet,
and the weight of everything presses
so hard you forget how to stand.

Let the storm rip through you.
Let it howl your doubts into the night.
These wounds are not final,
they are only birthmarks of a greater becoming.

It's okay.
Let the world bruise you.
Let the ache of it teach you
how to be soft where you've always been steel,
how to break where you've only been solid stone.

Feel the quake in your chest,
the shiver in your bones.
You are not fragile.
You are fire learning its own heat.

And when the darkness shifts
and you are left with your breath,
with the quiet after the storm,
you'll find,
you have always been more
than the breaking,
more than the fall.

It's okay.
The ground beneath you trembles
because you are rising.

Oct 23

Gant Haverstick

ceiling fan

a brand new ceiling fan was installed in
my bedroom with an apartment upgrade
and as its hum whispers me to sleep, i
wonder if my dreams drift up and get pushed
around the room and out the slightly cracked
window and carried by the summer night
breeze into another open window,
only to melt inside the sleeping brain
of someone else, filling it with faces
and places otherwise unknown to them.
and then i wondered if my fan pulls dreams
in the cracked window, so i pushed it closed.

Gant Haverstick 2024

Oct 22

Lacey Clark

transience

can't get too comfortable!
hair grows and then it's cut,
furniture is placed then it's moved,

perhaps its why there's
dust on all these picture frames
dried roses living in a small box

grocery store aisles
rearranged again, familiar
labels now strangers

bus routes change
leaving empty stops with
only a small sign where to go next

the pink-glazed mug
chipped but cherished
holds more than lukewarm coffee

sidewalk cracks
memorized then forgotten
on routes no longer fitting

pockets full of
crumpled receipts,
a paper lifeline to the corner stores

#change #transience #life #love #friendship #moving