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I think I’m broken—
not shattered,
just cracked in quiet places
where no one can see.
I keep trying,
God, I keep trying.
I swear I thought I was doing better.
I put on my brave face,
my “I’m fine” smile,
my “everything’s okay” voice—
but it slips.
It always slips.
Maybe I’ll go back to therapy,
let someone dig through the rubble
and name the pieces of me
I’ve been too afraid to touch.
He’s tired of me—
I feel it.
He doesn’t have to say it.
It’s in the sigh before he speaks,
the silence after.
It’s in the way his eyes
look through me now,
like he’s searching for the girl
he used to recognize.
He says I make him feel heavy
when he’s just trying to help.
And I know he’s right.
I know.
But I don’t want to be a weight anymore.
I don’t want to be the reason
his shoulders sag.
I can handle anyone else being mad at me—
anyone but him.
Because when he turns away,
the whole world goes quiet.
So I’ll keep my distance.
I’ll learn to swallow the ache
before it spills out of me.
I’ll try to stay soft,
stay light,
stay good.
I’ll try to always, always, always
be in a good mood.
Even if it kills the parts of me
that still remember how to feel.
to be honestly succinct
is as yet our reflex instinct
driven by ego or is it love inked
— Contemplation by Unseeking Seeker
RAW AND INTIMATE HARDNESS
driven to the truth
bottomed out
blessed beyond belief
by love
but if love
drives you into madness
a reflex of raw and intimate hardness
is love laid out on the cold sheets
only warmed by your imagination
no room for anyone else
in your bed
not in sexual satisfaction
but of life, i speak
did you cling, like warm clothes
on a cold day…those intrepid lips
and entanglement of deep romance -
were they the only thing you lived for
your muscle-atrophy
has no room
except for an inner circle
who crave your attention
always have -
did you miss the highway billboard
the intimate honesty
of your love
played out on nonstop video
and in blips to close kin
the madness seeks
an escape route
fashioned with idols
nonspecific
not ideal or realistic
3/11/2022
Consciousness Fulcrum Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Unseeking Seeker
He cries
Yes sometimes
The memory burnt in
Hot iron press into his weak mind
He saw the flowers yet again
Some bustling with life
Half drooping and dying diligently
And he saw
Theres something sinister in the mind
When you realize you near the end of a chapter
All you can do is read on until it ends
...
Well what if you dont want it to end
Stopping reading would be stopping everything
And reading is your life
Escaping or reality of the mind
He knew he was nearing the end of that chapter
All he wanted was to hold on
Read a little bit slower
So mabye
Just mabye
He could enjoy his comfort for a little bit longer
See he is plagued
Not with a disease no
But with foresight
He knew again it was ending
And it ended
And it broke him
All he could see were the flowers
Tears meandered the regular path on his dry cheek
He could still see it
As he slowly forgot her face
The flowers
Sitting atop the dresser
Alas! I'm just a roly-poly me.
When I was birthed, in dirt they had to dig!
More slender and chik I'd prefer to be.
But here I am - so common, round and big.
When I was birthed, in dirt they had to dig!
Trimmed in French style, I want to be a fry.
But here I am - so common, round and big.
I wish to be flavored and savored. Sigh!
Trimmed in French style, I want to be a fry.
More slender and chik I'd prefer to be.
I wish to be flavored and savored. Sigh!
Alas! I'm just a roly-poly me.
July 30, 2021 (based on picture number 3)
For Eve Roper's Pantoum Rhyme 1 Poetry Contest
By Howmanysyllables.com, Style has one syllable.
Raw? Depends on what you saw.
Disaster? From jaw.
Who's the master? Real or raw?
Melee, mighty, maw...
Peoples of the ocean blue?
Vehicles to ride?
What exactly do we do?
Heaven and Hell, hide?
Tide of all tomorrows!
I requite you each!
Surcease of our sorrows?
It must be in our reach!
Peaches grow in gardens?
An orchard is the place.
Wolverines dwell deep in dens!
Rage lurks on the face!
Tyrant of the desert storm?
He's been keeping warm?
Hornets, scorpions, on swarm!
Foment, O my form!
Charm around the ruler's neck?
This will keep safe lords?
Sullen summertime, thy speck.
Light of Sin, fill gourds.
Judgement? For a prophet?
By what right, sir, and when?
Now? Well, this is, Tophet.
O dragons, from thy den...
Empathy
By Dustin Branum
So, keep up with me:
In order for one to give a f**k
one must have a f**k to give.
So, one must’ve got f**ked
to have a f**k to give.
Someone had to get f**ked
for the rest of us to give a f**k.
If it wasn’t for the first f**ker that got f**ked—
the one f**ker that actually gave enough f**k
to take a f**k, to have a f**k to give.
Everything we know of all existence
evolves around a f**k-show of empathy.
If it wasn’t for one that gave a f**k enough
to have empathy,
thus born: i-human.
Getting f**ked to have a f**k to give
so we can all give a f**k together
Instead of being f**king f**ked.
So the question is, if you don’t give a f**k,
and if they don’t give a f**k,
and you don’t even give a f**k if they give a f**k...
Then who the f**k gives a f**k?
Well, I do.
Stripped of pride
Uncensored
Long car ride
Not a word
Instant reaction
Sugar free
Painful contraction
Every three
Sky high credit
Not a dime
No time to edit
Too far behind
Prayer group
Honest tears
Truthful soup
For all your peers
Garden to table
No additives
Horse and stable
Humbly lives
Straight from utter
To your lips
Country crock butter
God given hips
Evil cancer
Body, a shell
Jesus the answer
Remains smell
Spirit gone
Lovers behind
Moving on
Can't rewind
Red handed
Un tampered
Pre sanded
Nothing pampered
Being frank
Nothing un breakable
Titanic sank
God was capable
Thoughts in head
Before tongue
Post said
How it stung
Anything real
No alterations
How you deal
With situations
-In the dead of night, when the world is silent, her whispers haunt the shadows of my mind.
“Daddy, I’m so tired… I don’t want to be here anymore.”
Her small voice, trembling like a ghost, echoes in my heart — a chilling reminder of the fragile life we’re trying to hold together.
Late at night,
when silence drapes the room,
my mind whispers the questions
I’m too scared to ask.
Was I happy?
Or just trying to be?
Did he make me happy,
or was I chasing shadows —
because he was my first love?
Or was there something more?
I gave him all I had,
because I loved him that much.
But my mind spirals,
questions tearing through me:
Was it the right choice —
to stay with him?
I forgave him,
for love’s sake.
I wished…
I thought of dying instead.
But what if he tells my daughter —
the one I want to protect —
“This is why I can’t love you.”
What if our little girl comes to him,
with heavy, silent tears,
whispering, “Daddy,
I have dying thoughts.
I feel lost, alone, and broken.”
Will he see her pain?
Or tell her she’s the reason
he can’t love her?
How will she feel then?
Is that what I want for her?
To carry this weight
before she even learns to breathe?
I love him —
but isn’t she the result of that love?
Isn’t she just as important as I am to him?
Isn’t she our blood, our sweat, our tears,
our prayers whispered late at night?
Then why —
what if he can’t hold her like I hope he will?
What if he can’t hold me, either?
He is my partner, yes,
but she —
she is ours.
Isn’t she?
And isn’t it both our responsibility —
his and mine —
to hold on tight,
to protect her,
to be with her,
to make sure we find happiness together?
Why is he like this?
I know his view is broken —
but aren’t we the ones he loves?
Shouldn’t I, his partner,
and our daughter too,
be safe in his arms?
Can’t he see I’m breaking —
the one who stayed,
the one who loved him
through every crack and flaw?
I want him to teach her
that pain isn’t the answer,
but when everything falls apart —
when my heart feels just like hers —
Is he the one I should trust
to hold our daughter’s fragile heart?
Is he the one I should spend
the rest of my life with?
I lie without consequence
A wasteless existence that stands between heaven and hell
Though I don’t believe in it.
I’ve lost my way with no way to be found
But in the dark of the night I look for a way home.
I lie without consequence
A wasteless existence between heaven and hell
I am afraid of being alone
Of standing with just my soul in its glanced reflection
Reaching for a hand that no one will grasp
I’ve looked in there eyes with promises, afraid to lose them, fearing to be abandoned and lied
I lie
And hate every centimeter of my being
Wishing every part of me would die.
I’ve feared me for far to long, God has no dealings with this soulless, passion.
Tears forever fall in the shadows of me, for I am alone
A weakened presence that dies for love, a constant wanting that will never be granted.
I lied
In efforts to rid the clutch of being rejected, I’ll do it before you try
Lied to keep afloat, a calling, a need that was never needed.
Lied to hold
Lied in fear
Lied to erase…me
But In the darkest part of my trepidation, I found a way back home
Home…. to me, a being I was once loved in raptures.
I no longer lie
But now I am alone
And that’s…okay
Wait till the first night they have always said
Defile not the bed they have always said
More than it was predicted it was
Painfully joyful and memorable without any pause it was
It was a fun never experienced, which made it unexpected
None of the adventures was unwanted
It felt like there should be no tomorrow
Especially when he introduced the style of wheelbarrow
I could not catch my breathe
For his grips were so tender on my breast
I have always thought it would be easy
Until he reached for my pussy
Don't blame me for being too raw
The experience was sweeter than war
It could make one forget and violate the law
The strokes were captivating
The touches were breath taking
The seldom kisses were mind blowing
The twosome was awesome
Wondering what it would be like if it was threesome
I have never experienced sixty nine
Till he took me to as high as cloud nine
I don't want to keep describing
In order not to get some innocents horny and imagining
I only want to say...wait for the night as they have always said
Defile not the bed as they have always said
Just so you can have a blast in your first time like mine
ABSOL