you'll watch them burn me
then you'll laugh
because you forgot I am a person
forgot I was your neighbor
that our children played together
I held your youngest when he was hurt
until you could get there
but people you never met convince you
that people you know are worth hating
because you were "never quite sure" of us
and our differences
you're afraid of your future
so you cheer the burning of me and mine
then comfort yourself with the flames
ignoring that you've been burning all along
multicolored lights
gently illuminate
hopes and dreams
I know what I wished for
I listed my requests
I told my secrets
unwrapped and raw
present and real
grace and new life
this exceeded expectations
beyond the moment of lights
it endures for seasons more
evergreen
Broken Heart on Repeat by curioushealer, literature
Literature
Broken Heart on Repeat
I hear it again
This beautiful song
I love it so
And it hurts me
What will it mean
When he walks in the door
All he's become
Is another "no"
Just another no
Just another day
After so many years
You learn to be just okay
An ache without direction
Spinning itself to oblivion
No love but that I create
So I will love this repeating song
she tells me to come
and I will not come
sitting here instead
waiting for a perfect moment
which does not exist
because perfection is relative
and if it is not perfect
to me
to you
or to anyone else
then it is not perfect
I know this
still I wait
I will not greet the door
nor do else that is asked
the speed of this process
betrays its virtue
when I spend lonely moments
questioning reality
a drop in time's bucket
a moment in this lifetime
yes, there will be more
but today, not enough
especially when digital images
are as tangible
as the first I saw
when you only existed
in this curious purgatory
between completely unknown
and love's own champion
distance so stressful
silence familiar as a ghost
I tired of ghosts long ago
your flesh and blood
is what I crave now
come home soon
be real again
closet space
empty drawers
cabinet space
bed half
but what about time?
oh dear.
decouple from
the time waster
now
open heart
soon
make room
make more room
open heart further
Encompassing tender love
Is truly a sharp instrument
It pierces the heart
And all its defenses
Blood falls like tears
Relief and salve
To soften the callous heart
Like chill without a blanket
An ache without protection
Acute vulnerability
to fears
insecurities
jealousies
ill thoughts
and connection
to healing
my fear
an irrational thing
telling horrible lies
about you
what is it
that makes us so afraid
of ghosts?
the past is but mist
and keenly remembered pain
but you know what they say
pain is a demanding teacher
I won't forget
these lessons easily
still there is a time
and a place
for all things
in our love
is not one of them
the blood stains
we all bleed the same here
words and phrases
almost sentences
tortured out
like deepest held secrets
my own feelings
spill across this field
revealing almost all
tainted jealousy
when I see the others
only because I know
the strength required
to lose heart's blood
strength matches strength
I have nothing to fear
blood co-mingles
and becomes stronger still
I can't stare too long
light so bright
vision so sacred
I don't want to go blind
but will I?
will gazing upon the fire
that burns solely in your eyes
facing the raw emotion
emanating from your features
looking towards a future
I may have to strain to see
really cause my sight to fail?
Or will I see clearer than ever?
you'll watch them burn me
then you'll laugh
because you forgot I am a person
forgot I was your neighbor
that our children played together
I held your youngest when he was hurt
until you could get there
but people you never met convince you
that people you know are worth hating
because you were "never quite sure" of us
and our differences
you're afraid of your future
so you cheer the burning of me and mine
then comfort yourself with the flames
ignoring that you've been burning all along
multicolored lights
gently illuminate
hopes and dreams
I know what I wished for
I listed my requests
I told my secrets
unwrapped and raw
present and real
grace and new life
this exceeded expectations
beyond the moment of lights
it endures for seasons more
evergreen
Broken Heart on Repeat by curioushealer, literature
Literature
Broken Heart on Repeat
I hear it again
This beautiful song
I love it so
And it hurts me
What will it mean
When he walks in the door
All he's become
Is another "no"
Just another no
Just another day
After so many years
You learn to be just okay
An ache without direction
Spinning itself to oblivion
No love but that I create
So I will love this repeating song
she tells me to come
and I will not come
sitting here instead
waiting for a perfect moment
which does not exist
because perfection is relative
and if it is not perfect
to me
to you
or to anyone else
then it is not perfect
I know this
still I wait
I will not greet the door
nor do else that is asked
the speed of this process
betrays its virtue
when I spend lonely moments
questioning reality
a drop in time's bucket
a moment in this lifetime
yes, there will be more
but today, not enough
especially when digital images
are as tangible
as the first I saw
when you only existed
in this curious purgatory
between completely unknown
and love's own champion
distance so stressful
silence familiar as a ghost
I tired of ghosts long ago
your flesh and blood
is what I crave now
come home soon
be real again
closet space
empty drawers
cabinet space
bed half
but what about time?
oh dear.
decouple from
the time waster
now
open heart
soon
make room
make more room
open heart further
Encompassing tender love
Is truly a sharp instrument
It pierces the heart
And all its defenses
Blood falls like tears
Relief and salve
To soften the callous heart
Like chill without a blanket
An ache without protection
Acute vulnerability
to fears
insecurities
jealousies
ill thoughts
and connection
to healing
my fear
an irrational thing
telling horrible lies
about you
what is it
that makes us so afraid
of ghosts?
the past is but mist
and keenly remembered pain
but you know what they say
pain is a demanding teacher
I won't forget
these lessons easily
still there is a time
and a place
for all things
in our love
is not one of them
the blood stains
we all bleed the same here
words and phrases
almost sentences
tortured out
like deepest held secrets
my own feelings
spill across this field
revealing almost all
tainted jealousy
when I see the others
only because I know
the strength required
to lose heart's blood
strength matches strength
I have nothing to fear
blood co-mingles
and becomes stronger still
I can't stare too long
light so bright
vision so sacred
I don't want to go blind
but will I?
will gazing upon the fire
that burns solely in your eyes
facing the raw emotion
emanating from your features
looking towards a future
I may have to strain to see
really cause my sight to fail?
Or will I see clearer than ever?
My head alights upon your shoulder
As you enfold me in your arms.
An exhausted bird has regained his perch
Bringing his aimless flight to an end.
Sweet nightingale, your soothing tune
Echoes through my heart's mountain.
Matched only by your heart-song
In the valley of your breast.
My hands and eyes are caravans
That amble along your form.
And my cartographer mind charts your geography
A Silk Road I would tread a thousand times.
As My Veins Turn Red Again by kartiksharma, literature
Literature
As My Veins Turn Red Again
Within darkness I writhe, as his whispering blows wither my lips to autumn,
I know every stone of this floor, colored with congealed carmine that oozed off my eye
Your talons grasp my shoulder, a vulture clutching carrion close to it's beak
Your serpent fangs shatter all sensation in my shoulder
your knife makes my broken veins howl for plasma, your purple haze chokes the air off me
A crown of thorns are the remnants of my pride crying its demise,
As you whisper your howled haunted horrific hallucinations
The cries of my dried throat have been clasped in unheard silences.
A false sunrise grasps my heart in its leather fingers,
My eyes open
In this sea load of minerals,
she's one of the mermaids,
looking for her finest of pearl
who lives as a mirage everytime,
She gave up on many "almosts"
To find the most perfect
Maybe there is no perfect
Maybe there is no love
A love as perfect as a pearl.
Just a Little Note to Love by curioushealer, literature
Literature
Just a Little Note to Love
you promise me
why do I trust my fantasies
more than your promises?
I always let myself down
I guess that's the crux
it's easier to crush myself
than to let you do it
even though you never do
I'm mostly here to gather my poetry, my feelings given words. I will also share pictures of my jewelry and maybe even some of my dancing. I take landscape photographs when so moved, so there's another possible thing that may appear. :)
Favourite Visual Artist
Ansel Adams
Favourite Gaming Platform
PC
Tools of the Trade
My emotions, my hands, my feet, and beading supplies
Hey nice people. I really appreciate your faves and the new watchers. I apologize that it's been a loooong time since I've given any of you individual attention. Life is crazy, and most recently I've been caught up in my new inspiration. ;) I want to...