Singularity (the)

Lips open to speak
Words always unheard.
Tiny screens reflect in eyes,
My mind begins to wonder
If ears are closed
When eyes do not meet.
My heart crumbles
Pieces of missed
Opportunities.

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Boreas and Zephyrus

Beneath bare feet ground rumbles,
As thunder roars a motion closer
With the coax of winds wise hand…

“I can only say this once,” he whisperers,
My eyes sting in his icy breath,
“Don’t let fear stop you cold,
The way that you’ve let me.
Though I might breathe chills like death,
Slowly spreading snow and sleep,
Other things live out there lurking…
They’ll trap you in and tie you up,
But only when you weep…
Only when your hope is gone
Because of fears deceit.”

Just like that he disappears,
Leaving words in echo.
Standing here with only tears,
Drip fears I’ll learn to let go.

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Diptera

I peel myself from the wall,
A fly with broken wings,
Limbs flinching in days recoil.
Like the sun in the sky,
I die out.

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Inarticulate

Another question put away for later
Only left to turn rancid behind cowards teeth,
Or an over protected heart.
A choice made to stay happy
In a clouded mind seems content
Through blind eyes,
And these hurtful answers
Seem nonexistent to deafened ears
When they may have never heard them,
While these thoughts live on as ghosts
As a scar on a slit tongue.

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Time bomb

(tick, tick, tick)
Don’t say this doesn’t matter,
Stuck in our homes,
“Self made” invisible prison.
We hear ticking time bombs,
A new kind of civil war.
Cyberspace, cybercrime,
Another fuse lit by humans…
A thread burns too close to surface,
The Big Bang we might live to see
Awaits us.

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Stopped clock illusion

A cold winter that never ends
Spreads hands across seas.
Layers of ice upon our eyelids
Thaw thin, likely to break.
A shatter, a life change,
Only in the blink of an eye.
A second split in two
That feels like hours,
Our new sense of time.

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Stars

Behind foggy windows
We wait in silence…
Another means to an end,
Today’s sun sets like yesterday’s.
Beneath the moon
Shines silver reflection,
A sparkle of hope for some.

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Note to self: “What you waiting for?”

We pick flowers from their beds
While they stand firm and bright,
Proudly put them in a vase,
Showcase them like a prize.
Then one night their petals wilt,
Colors start to fade and dry,
In the morning we wake up
And throw them out to die.

Thirty one petals

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The poem above is a walk through of some feelings, fears that have been creeping in on me the last year. Every year Time, Calendar, and Mirror tell me I am older, but I only feel myself growing young. I am a little with an old soul, born into the world with aged insides and a humble heart to big for my tiny body. I am finding age gifts me loosened palms and the courage of a child that I never had.

I turned 31 this month. Happy late birthday to me.

Note to self: “What you waiting for?”

Cuvée

I have let the thought of “us”
Marinate for quite some time.
As this thought has sat soaking,
Bathing in dreams and fantasies,
It has only become more
Delicious.

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Near and far

Easy it is to miss you,
Though tonight your bed is warm,
Tomorrow it will be cold, waiting,
Another week goes by till you return.
Now seven days feels like a year,
So it makes sense when you come home,
How my heart always aches with mourning,
Then it melts to how you’ve grown.

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Kiss me

Kiss me one more time,
So that I can feel something
Better than this,
So I can feel your tongue
Against mine,
So I can taste the salt
Of your busy day
and know that after
Everything,
You are still
Mine.

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2013

Not a Maiden or a Crone

I am empty with child,
A forgotten mother,
A sad barren soul
That aches to be woman
Again with a nest gone dry
Before it was time to wean.
Too young to be the crone,
But was barely a maiden.
Two eggs half stolen
By law or sickened rights,
I hold my womb tenderly
As it once carried fragile life.

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Sinueux

Slipping away slow,
Salty tears stain cheeks,
Slick streaks of sadness
Sting skin known to scar.
Silent sins speak sounds softly,
Sweet sighs might be whimpers,
Saying secrets so sinlessly.
Swords stab with silver slices,
Singing surrender with each swing.
Stripped bare, scared senseless,
Standing still against strong wind.
Sinuous sky rains smothered souls,
Searching for safety or for sorrows,
Suspicious or sadistic, and
So-called synthetic
Silk that smells like serpentine.

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Blogger recognition award🏅

Rules

1. Thank the blogger(s) who nominated you and provide a link to their blog.
2. Write a post to show your award.
3. Give a brief story of how your blog started.
4. Give two pieces of advice to new bloggers.
5. Select up to fifteen bloggers you want to give this award to.
6. Comment (or pingback) on each blog to let them know that you’ve nominated them, and provide a link to the post you’ve created.

1. Thank you varjakbaby for nominating me 😊🙌🏼!!! I have been nominated for a few different awards like this but I am very shy 😳 thank you all of you who read my words and support me

2.

3. Writing has always been an easier way for me to express myself, to be true. My teen years were spent with aching hands scribbling in spiral notebooks and typing poetic diary entries on an old forum called opendiary. I later found tumblr and began my-words-drip-in-red, which I had grown and loved until a couple years ago when I decided that I needed a new start and a new home for my words. I started pouringtruth on WordPress about 3 years ago hoping to find another comfortable home for the words I choose to share with whoever stumbles upon them.

4. My advice to new bloggers of the writing community is to remember to write for you and stay true, but don’t be afraid to evolve and change in your writing just as we do in other aspects of life. Also, every voice matters, use yours wisely. I believe the writer to be an artist of words, artists have power to open eyes in creative ways, show people colors we cannot see, and to make people think deeper.

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Absolute

It’s a lock down, a prison cell,
Walls on all sides, closing in.
A straight jacket with a bottle of pills,
Lost in a maze of panic and terror…
It’s false free will,
Can you find your way out?
Who’s crazy now?
Cannibal kills.

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Resting in peace

Last night I dreamt that I had died,
I laid in the grass and I closed my eyes.
The clouds hung over me,
A sad grey hug,
Then rain kissed my nose
As the wind stole my lungs.

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2019