Stream of Consciousness
The Dragon in Me
Swelling, smouldering, burnt beginnings, casting amber forms rendering, Warnings, smoking, inner soot, charring breaster, basting, cooked, Creation, never tasting, sucking, stealing, cell by cell, wrathful, raging, Always stewing, pushing, scheming, slashing dreamers, queendom's sun Rising, grasping, determined, done, brave beast birthed, conquering life, Challenged one, cracking strife, bloody thirst beckons, persevering reckons, Feminine fiasco, unleashes mountains of memories buried yet still known, Decades, eons, castrated centuries, cultivated screams, hatching ashes, life Unseen, doubt stripped, re-equipped, repossessed, enough tests, ancient Wisdom never rests, pride buds, tongues hot, breathe in, it's time, she's Done, first inhale cold, sweet air, exhale flames, dare not scare, stand tall, Face oppressor, retreated place, tiny dragon needs fertile space, fiery eyes, Look into thine, bowing, owning, gently, ne'er toiling, hand to hand, chain Disbanded, links, unlinked, chains fall, then sink, back to Mother where Life begins, in the womb of the Dragon's den
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)2 years ago in Poets
Your eyes inspired a love poem
It was your eyes I fell for first, which was noteworthy since I struggle with looking at people's eyes on a usual basis. Green pools that reminded me of the plants sitting on my desk at work. Are they still alive? I haven't watered them in over a week. They're succulents, so they must be fine. I hope you won't think of me that way, just a plant that only needs watering every once in a while. But what was I talking about? Oh, right, your eyes, or more what I fell for. It's terrifying. Falling that is. I'm not sure if you want to catch me or leave me to drown in your eyes. People speak of drowning like it is a good thing, but I think it can be dangerous. Your eyes start to become so all-encompassing that I forget to look out for the sharks. But I shouldn't have to worry about flaws that will bite at me, tearing pieces of me away until I am nothing, should I? I am supposed to be safe in your eyes, right? I am supposed to trust what is reflected in your eyes, right? They are windows, peeks into your inner person, your truth. So, please tell me now, was falling for your eyes first a mistake or the first right thing I did with you? Because if it was wrong, I want to come up for air now. If it is right, swim with me as we fall into each other eyes. We'll be each other's air in this deep beyond they call love.
By Alexandria Stanwyck2 years ago in Poets
Wrung Me Dry
I would have never chosen anyone over you. Despite the fact that you never gave me grace. You said you waited for me but we both know you were born without patience, you did no waiting. You borrowed my time, used me and wrung me dry, and once I became tattered and didn't bend back fluffy and new from the drying line, you found me ugly, stiffened, not realizing you did the using. Told me to sort it out, foot the dry cleaning bill and return new or as close to it as I could. Even though I had been the one used to clean up all your messes. Losing bits of myself all along the way. Sopping and soaking up, cushioning and cleansing, wash, rinse, and repeating with you. Allowing whatever cycle you were in to run it's full course. Again
By Hayley Matto2 years ago in Poets
