Poems And Poetry - Tumblr Posts

dragons are cool, assigning projects on the last week is not.

The  exulansis of dragons

                                         ^

                                      Anti

Such a thing you cannot say

That you wouldn’t want wings and 

Blazing flame with which you fly away

To glide along the wind             

Alight upon peaks of mountains high

Proud castles, libraries,

Sunlit forests and endless sky

Bask inflorecent meadows

see your reflection Crowned

in mosaiced wildflower

Worthy of great drake; perfection

Bestow aces of open sky

Bear admirable treasures to cache

Of glory and gold, lives

Of lush garden and frogs amass

Traipse along bookshelves

Imagine dragons, from drakes to wyrm

Build homes for what is 

Intrinsic to them, in due term

To gift to kindred souls

Drafting

there be three more quatrain to write, I would like to make the reader hurt. any tips?

/unattached/ and community at ones own pace

Find new places learn

With new friends, to great heights race

8 wow we sure don't have dragons

6 really sad, amirite

8 only stories, wings of parchment

6 lets write more dragoons

There be no dragons here, today.

last stanza

A ghost appeared above me.

It was the ghost of a girl.

About my age.

She looked strangely familiar.

That's when I realized.

It was me.

"I'm glad you were strong, love." She said floating above me with a smile of great relief.

I look at her shaking my head in confusion.

"What do you mean?"

"I was doing so well."

"Really I was."

"I was getting better."

"Please, I can still be strong."

I feel tears streaking down my face.

"Please. Please. Please. Please."

I beg with the ghost of myself.

She shakes her head.

"You don't have to hold on anymore, love." She tells me, pushing my hair behind my ear.

"You were the strongest you could've been." she says.

"I have to go now. But I am so proud of you." She silently disappeared.

I never saw her again.

a withered rose

A withered rose that my mother picked from the front yard.

It was doomed a dead the moment she picked it and gave it to me

I tried to save it

Quickly putting it in a glass bottle i had painted clouds on

It didn’t work it was to late

On valentine's day i was gifted a rose

A kid had died and the family donated them to every girl in school that day

It was a gesture in his honor

And it felt nice to actually receive a flower for valentine's day

Even if it wasn’t from a love interest

I made sure to put it in a glass vase before it had a chance to give out and wilt

I looked at both the roses sitting beside each other

One void of the life it once lived in the front yard

The other alive and well commemorating the dead

Which one was prettier?

The dead or the dying

At the end of the day

They were both just roses

I opened her letter

Or what I thought was a letter

I was surprised when all I saw were two words

"I'm sorry"

I look at her mother's letter

The paper says the same two words

I realize none of them say anything different

But if she was sorry

Why did she do it?

She's not sorry

I hate her for it

That night

That night you walked a few feet away from the others, knowing I would follow you

Knowing when I did we would be entirely alone

Just the two of us

I don't remember what we talked about

All I can remember is the feeling of your lips on mine

You kissed me that night

You kissed me so out of the blue

So out of nowhere

With such a hunger and need like you couldn't stop yourself from doing it

My eyes closed as our lips collided for the first time in months as if no time had passed

It all happened so fast I could feel my eyes widen in surprise when you pulled away

The shock that filled my body when you took the opportunity to kiss me

Not knowing how I'd react

And still doing it anyway

As if you would never get another chance

I could feel the involuntary smile too

The same one that appears everytime I replay that night

I replay it more than I'd ever admit

I can't get it out of my head and I probably blush every damn time

The night you kissed me

The memory repeats itself over and over

My mind went completely blank and I just looked at you

You told me I was blushing

I told you that it was too dark for you to tell if I was

I wonder if you knew I wanted to kiss you

I wonder if you knew I thought about doing it the entire time we were together that night

How badly I wanted to

I was too scared to do it

But you weren't

You let the love you had for me bubble over

And suddenly it didn't matter if it was wrong

Because how could it be wrong

When it felt so right

I love you, you know

I love when you kiss me in public

I love when you show me off and love me loudly

you do not care who sees

You do not care what any of them think

Or what they might say

Your focus is entirely on me

And I love it

I love how you always hold my hand when we are walking

You tell me I'm pretty even when I do not know how to respond

I love that you are so sure about me

I love that we have let each other go and yet we still came back to one another

It means it's real

That you could see how bad I self sabotage my own happiness

And how want me anyway

And chose me anyway

You have picked me over all the other girls you may have liked before

I love it

And I love you

Even if I do not know how to say itI hope you know it deep down

I love you

I love us

Callow In Nature, It’s Who I Am

blending my tears with the shower rain

callow in nature, it’s who I am

while my room feels like a casket

where I rot in day and night

a reflection of my mind, of my thoughts

I wither away with the tunes

Swallow my name, burning in the bed I made

Pretend I’m a phoenix, I rise from the ashes of my laments

Wingspan the size of the amount of my tortured convictions

But then again the dream has to end

As smoke begins to fill my lungs

And the ashes begin to stain my legs

Carbon filled walls, so many locked doors

I wave goodbye, the dreamland

The wingspan shrinks as the size of a birds heart

Carefully coming back to the ice cold bed they made me to lay

I wish I knew better, next time, maybe

later

today?

The Consumption of Love

The consumption of love

it gets tiring

I’ve become obsessed with

trying

to make you love me

to make you see me

the need to be loved

not wanted, not desire

to be loved

not by anyone else

but you.

Albert

Reading the wise words of Albert

Eating clementines in the garden

His vision of the world, much like mine

90 years of no change

What a crime

In solitude as I am, he was

The world as he saw it

A gift to my own mind

Living in the land of the mysterious

Wonderland state of mind

Eyes bright like christmas lights

Tie to you by the sympathy of our hearts

Kindness, beauty and truth

A guiding light

Albert, I thank you for your unique mind.

Paper Thoughts

The paper does not judge

The paper does not seek

It absorbes the ink

It makes it travel through lines and lines of woodcuts

telling stories, truths, lies, myths of the holders mind

it won’t shrink at your tears

it won’t joke at your laugh

it won’t make you feel anything

it will just let you be right

your stories

your truth

your lies

it doesn’t know better

it doesn’t know worst

it’s just simply yours

no one will know

no one to show

the paper won’t judge a single word.

Look at me Mom, I’m big now

The best kind of growth is of the mind, of the spirit

The kind that shapes the heart, fuels the soul, and sets the imagination free

Not everyone will get there

Some stay as small as an ant

And as weak as a fallen, dried up leave

How to achieve the growth of the soul?

It’s a solo road

Connection is key, but too much can ruin it

Words, good ones

Mirror time, look right?

Religion

Beliefs systems

Morals

Weapons

Love

Friendship

Life

Eternally searching

Getting older, wrinkles, gray hair

Time

So much time

Patience

Disappointments

Life.

modus operandi

It’s all I do

I write

I write

I write

and I think too much

Musing in blue

Collecting dust in my cerebrum

no métier to rely on

folios fulfilling their tasks

notes app

ink stained fingers

Crystal clear water glass

Musing ceaselessly

A way of life.

Hey You!

Hey you!

Take a look at the moon

silver shine

soft light

Hey you!

Do you know who I am?

no one yet

will you get to know me right?

Can we talk about tomorrow, while we forget yesterday?

In the darkness of the hour

in the park, in the shed

Hey you!

I love you

Is all I been wanting to say.

It’s Time to Get Happy

Remember when you were young?

You prayed to shine just like the sun

But now, where does your mind lay?

Turning off for nothing

You try to rearrange it, but end up going insane

You change your hair and your smile

As it slowly fades away

A world burning outside your door

We all can feel the heat

The flames reaching you

But, you know you can’t contain yourself forever

Kaleidoscope eyes

Golden heart

Diamonds for teeth

Chocolate dripping from your hair

Honey scented

You walk through the snow with a beaming smile

Even when you’re smiling, we can hear your sights

Tired of trying

Looking at the weakness in the skies

A reflection of your heart

You keep on trying to break free

As the worms eat into your brain

And all you can say is “You got to go someday”

Months past

April

May

Now, July

How in God’s name did you survive?

That fragile Capricorn

The softness of your Cancer

Mistaken your kindness for weakness

As the snow that falls from the skies

Chill wind through your soul

Grown with curiosity

Watching as the skies get light

While writing your poetry

It’s time to get happy

Because nothing last forever

Only your love could ever

And with the “Slow, graceful flow of age”

Doing it for fun and for free

Peace in the quiet nights

No disturbance of silence

You are finally free.

“Nurture the Wounds” poetry album by Marlene. Out March 8th, 2024. On all streaming platforms.

https://linktr.ee/marlenespoetry?fbclid=PAAabjFYHBW2Bxr8NwfG9hVY2uPYVC151CfMIC53p97aVbR5FusBFKeheDTCI_aem_AYBdiRtwnyFpZHLc-f7BSw-QJRCUTrtKye_8Gad0333u5rrlqLSbnfD3FN6xV_TVC68

I am unique, but I am not different

I am separate, but I fit in

I have my own views, but I am not ignorant

I am not too curvy, but I am not too thin

I am not too quiet, but never have I shouted

I am who they want me to be, but I cannot conform

I am compared over and over, I am constantly doubted

I am not allowed to over express myself, yet I am expected to perform

They boo and they cheer

I cry and I sneer

They beg and they demand

I conform although I do not understand

I do not know what more they desire

I do not know what less they need

I do not know how to put out this fire

I do not know how much now remains still me

It spreads and it burns

No matter how much I fight, it always returns

And I yearn, and I yearn, and I yearn

But deep inside I’ve always known

That in attempts to reach their impossible throne

I will inevitably be left alone

They think they know me

They think they can control who I will turn out to be

They think that eventually they’ll find the pearl

If they can pressure me into the role of that perfect teenage girl

07/05/2024

quero que o amor livre-me do desânimo, desta nuvem cinza que pairou sobre mim ontem

mas há também o amor que me tira a paz, que enche de desejos banais

deste não penso como me livrar agora, questiono por que existe.

quero aquele que me dá vida, para a amar a minha origem

e amar os infortúnios que aparecem para chegar onde se insiste.

What do you do when the world separates you?

When you have no one to blame?

When you don't have them to love?

When you have no one to hate?

When you have nothing to hold onto but only memories?

When that beautiful ocean filled with love is now drowning you?

When you want to hold on a little longer but have no breath left.

What do you do?

My mother’s sadness is an ocean above me.

It is a murky sea i walk into each morning,

A little bit of my body disappearing with every step,

Until i am unable to tell where i end and where this tsunami begins.

Now, i open my mouth

— just a little wider than yesterday —

And i force the saltwater down my throat.

My lungs expand, they burn

— just a little bit more than yesterday —

And the raging waves become slow tides.

They roll over me soothingly

As my body sinks to the sea floor once more.

Tomorrow, i wake up.

My mother’s ocean is no longer there.

Yet,

My lungs ache,

They throb,

As a saline flood pushes against them.