Poem #254

A million years in the same place and
now I’m packing up my suitcase. I’m leaving
for the world even if the journey is only in my
head. Let me run, let me fly, let me swim but just
don’t let these four walls crush my spirit.

The same wall I’ve been staring at for years
started to speak to me. He said that, even though
I’ve painted it, the writings beneath are still
telling the story of the girl with many dreams.
He’s telling me to get my feet moving because
my life will pass and I will just be staring at it.
He’s telling me to get out of this town before
my heart dies and I get left with nothing to pour
into these lines.

A million years in the same place and
now I’m packing up my suitcase. I’m leaving
for the world even if the journey is only in my
head. Let me run, let me fly, let me swim but just
don’t let these four walls crush my spirit.
I have so much more to see, I have so much life
within and I don’t want to be chained to this city.
I’d rather spend the night on the concrete under the
big lights than in the cold hug of my walls.

These walls are telling a story about a girl that wanted
it all but only ended up on the floor every time the
liquor would get her father spinning out of control.
Lately she’s been tilting at windmills and her exhausted
body hit the ground. She’s just staring at the walls now,
not even trying to make a move to brake the chains that
are holding her down. Her enemies are in her head, her mind
is tightening the noose around her neck. Who is she? Just
look in the mirror, she’ll be there.

 

You

You loved me.. You hurt me.. you chose me..and then you didn’t.

Hi! Cadlynne Dovel here, hopeless romantics. Withering relationship, mother of one and animal lover beyond what words can express.

Blog: https://n0tyetforgotten.wordpress.com/

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Festival

The wise men followed a star
We’ll follow the drum
And the smoke of the bonfire
For unto us, born is a son

Here comes the night,
Colored hands and bright faces
To the rhythm we sway
Dazzled in the moonlight
Exquisite is the evening

Clouds are lifting
Old demons are fleeing
The earth is trembling
As the ancestors rise up in celebration
The old men are stifling an ear-to-ear grin
While women grind corn under stone pallets

So let’s dance and sing;
Sing to the tune of the night
Dance to the rhythm of the breeze
Let’s feast and merry
For unto us a king is born
We will dance to the love
And celebrate in its beauty

I’m Jamin Clement. A Kenyan Poet and Creative fictional writer. I love writing as much as I love reading. Follow me on my blog @ j4min.wordpress.com

Facebook @ Jamin Clement.

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Beautiful Adventure

From here I wish a quick departure
to visit a people alive with culture

I want to venture to a foreign land
be free to escape the daily demand

A bucket list item for many a year
want to scratch an itch so severe

Blue skies and white beaches beckon me
where lovers and bronze bodies are free

A history rich with art, poetry, and technology
where sophistication spawned prodigy

A magical destination calls my name
oh, Greece, you’re my aim

Susi Bocks has self-published two books – Feeling Human and Every Day I Pause. Currently, she is an Associate Editor at the virtual coffee shop – Fictional Café. You can find her work at IWriteHer.com or follow on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/MyHumanityInWrittenForm/, where she invites you to read her thoughts and get to know her. Bocks had some of her work previously published at Scarlet Leaf Review, VitaBrevis, Spillwords, Literary Yard, as well as other literary magazines.

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Adagio… Hanging There, Unwav’ring

Slow… such
energy,
rolling in…
Expanse of an-
nounced
art-intent
descends to guide th’-
ethereal.

Feel…
O’er th’aural landscape
rest the guiding waves.

Whither
is the purest
note, held as
dancer’s poise?
Sing.  

My name is William Altoft. I’m a writer in and from (and consistently on) Bristol, in the UK.
WordPress: https://williamaltoft.blog/
Instagram: instagram.com/williamaltoft/

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Woman on Fire

So many shows – I hear the audience applaud
Magic mirror, tell me what to do!
You can never satisfy it.
It only shows you the reflection
The image is reversed
Why have I stayed so long?
I thought I was healing – so self-righteous!
I thought I was a savior,
But all I did was wound
My heaven was my purgatory –
decked with deception and half-truths
And yet this set-up was Divine.
And now the jailor has a predicament
For my purpose is made clear to me,
and I am a woman on fire.

Poetry Copyright © 2018 – 2023 by Ena Whiteraven   All rights reserved.  (This work has been reprinted with permission of the author.)

Bio: Ena Whiteraven (a.k.a. Henry) is an aspiring writer and poet whose work includes elements of mystery, suspense, and fantasy. She’s also a guest writer at Spiritually Awkward Magazine  . She is currently in search of publishers and fellow writers who share her vision.

Author Site: https://whiteravennet.wordpress.com/

Personal blog: https://superlativedeviation.home.blog/

Instagram: www.instagram.com/ena_whiteraven/

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/ena.whiteraven

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Poem #253

I know you’re scared but let me show you the way.
I have done this more than once, trust every word I say.
You need to fake it in public, so they do not ask questions.
Behind closed doors you can sink your face into my shirt
but don’t call, don’t text, don’t deepen the wound.

The wound will heal, there will only be a scar.
You will step out of my dark into her light.
I will find another, promise myself it will last
only to wake up with a bitter taste in my mouth
reminding me that love wasn’t made for everyone.

I will proceed to show him the steps of this hobby of mine,
this hobby I turned into my craft,
this art of being good at saying goodbye.
All of you will be happy in life and
made eternal in the poetry I write.

Written by: Luna