The Poetry of Emotion
Weaving my dreams into a blanket of words, I find solace emptying my heart, My words too suppressed and too silent, Otherwise in this gloomy world! Sitting in my spot, observing the world, Lips quivering to utter a word, Letters flow like the notes in music, Adorned with a string of mellifluous sounds! I heard... Continue Reading →
To find the self I have to curl out of my safety net. In the library of ideas I lose myself. Examples of things or peeps during palavers you slot as my leanings not realizing what is said isn’t necessarily a hint of the hush-hush. Passwords are rarely tossed around. Photo by Zichuan Han... Continue Reading →
The pink and purple jukebox pumps Kenny Rogers checking in on my condition behind a booth. again last call wafts over wooden-paneled counters into my ripped, soothing seat into a half-empty glass of Merlot my fourth or is it my fifth? fuck it, it's my sixth. but a face with steel star eyes waits to... Continue Reading →
I’d learned to love the walls you built I covered them in poetry, and made a home of the wallpaper. I splattered my thoughts for anyone to read, and made art out of imprisonment. Photo by Ksenia Chernaya on Pexels.com About the Poet: Marysa Storm is an 18 year old poet currently residing in Florida.... Continue Reading →
Falling in love with you Would be like drowning If I let go Even for a second Stopped fighting And slipped under The water I would never Be able to come Back up for air Photo by Life Of Pix on Pexels.com About the Poet: Jodie Baeyens was deposited in rural Arizona from Manhattan, against... Continue Reading →
I see your numinous body alone as a snow-capped mountain far off in an endless horizon. Swim through the air where silence reigns like a fish under water. You don’t need a voice or have to have to hide to win a place in the cacophony of the future. Move closer to me, and I... Continue Reading →
Autumn came earlier With the premature end of August. The death of memories, The remnants of a favourite Holiday moment, Now confined to the past, Before it’s time was there to recall From an album of snapshots, Gathering dust. Ponds of reflections rippled by a stone Of doubt. Was it a happy memory? Perhaps... Continue Reading →
I love you most when you’re not here, remembering vividly the wide stride of your giant feet stomping down into the basement into cold cobwebbed afterbirth of apple cider ten years ago when I first moved in. There was cheer and pithy laughter. Now there is your full-moon presence which overshadows my... Continue Reading →
We covered so much floor with all those words, still with our mountains locked beyond the walls. I wish there had been a safe word for those little sessions in the kitchen - those slow mosquito raids on my soul, always to the clink of glasses and the stale stench of one too many. I... Continue Reading →
I should’ve believed you when you said it was over. Should have thought deep with a mind sober. Instead of acting out and losing composure, I should’ve tried to get some kind of closure. The next time around, I shouldn't have given in. But your charm and charisma managed to lure me in. If only... Continue Reading →
Ephemeral Elegies 