Epitome Impediment I know that I am unlearned,Epitome Impediment by ~MadHadder666
stuttering.
You’ve got your good intentions,
well,
that’s nice – nice – nice.
Spell your soul out with belongings.
Possessions, you are so careless –
you leave a piece of you behind
with everything you
t-t-touch.
Are you so reckless with your own soul
that if the world around you were destroyed
your identity would go up in flames?
Touch upon this,
If you were alone – lonely – lonesome,
If you were abandoned,
on you own,
are you not still whole?
Have compassion.
Don’t be a lover of cells and molecules.
Don’t make love to lifeless things
for they will
Bring Science to Her Knees But what, indeed. A gilded mesh you have woven with your robbery, thefts picked tenderly through literature's fineries. Bring your spoils to the craftsman and mend and bend a dress of mail to wear over your soft and tender poet's heart. Vagrant, you cowards know what a sword doth make the inky pen, the blotting singing lark. Writer, you know what chaos and murder your wretched pen will start, and yet you must speak. You must write your truths, knowing they will be the match to burn pyres of living things.Bring Science to Her Knees by ~MadHadder666
Cheery intent in the inking and so very wretched in the scrapping away of, the tearing away at. Yet, still appreciati
Personification My name is Basin, Rescuer, Friend, Easing Relief, Comforter and Treasurer. You touch the washing water and you are soothed by sweet oils and hyssop. I am a deep well of love.Personification by ~MadHadder666
You could sing here.
Or read for hours.
Or examine your body closer than is common,
And you could sink under the water and blow bubbles and say large words,
You can even make rude noises here,
And cry here,
Scream, erupt, be purged, relieved, eased.
But what turns this faucet on, what fulfills this bin, is a warm hand whose touch comforts me and thrills. Empty on my own, so very empty. I can give nothing if no heart and love are to be poured into this.
What fil
Licking Post i bring up my handsLicking Post by ~PaperRequiem
and my lips
and my cup to the licking post
and wait for drops and proverbs to come.
and here is one i'd like to share
with you.
you didn't slam the door.
you quietly left, closed it behind you,
and put the key
under a rock in our garden.
and i went out with rake and hoe,
dug my way around,
and forced myself back into the room.
i break the pickets of fences
and i grit my teeth.
i castrate flowers, castigate the trees
i hate how useless
everything seems.
we listen through cracks in windows
and we listen to the prophets
and the dirt they dish out
like candy to children
i fight gravity day to day
because
