A Poet's Lament

[SmilingLez]

First arrangement

---

Your mind
taken.

Not offered.
Not asked.

Taken.

By me.


An instrument.
Pulled tight.

I don’t play.

I strike.


One note
your spine answers.

No reason.
No language.

Just

movement.


Hunger
placed in you.

Carefully.

It breathes
like it belongs.

It doesn’t.

---

I leave the hollow
open.

Raw.

I don’t touch it.

I let it echo.


Then

one word.


You reach.

You always reach.


Desire
constructed.

Layer by layer.


Buried
where you never look.


It starts in your skin.

It always does.

Before thought.
Before defense.


Heat.
Need.

You carry it
like it’s yours.


I name it.


Your body
obeys first.

Your mind
late to the scene.


Shudder.

Quake.

Yield.


Not choice.

Not even impulse.

Response.


Your surrender

already decided.

You just arrived
after.


A period.

End.


Silence

does the rest.


No touch.

Still

you open.


No hands.

Still

you come apart.


Past identity.

Past control.

Past the story
you tell yourself.


You

seen.

Completely.


And still

you stay.



Still

waiting.


For the next word.


Every time.

 

[Stephie02]

First arrangement

---

Your mind
taken.

Not offered.
Not asked.

Taken.

By me.


An instrument.
Pulled tight.

I don’t play.

I strike.


One note
your spine answers.

No reason.
No language.

Just

movement.


Hunger
placed in you.

Carefully.

It breathes
like it belongs.

It doesn’t.

---

I leave the hollow
open.

Raw.

I don’t touch it.

I let it echo.


Then

one word.


You reach.

You always reach.


Desire
constructed.

Layer by layer.


Buried
where you never look.


It starts in your skin.

It always does.

Before thought.
Before defense.


Heat.
Need.

You carry it
like it’s yours.


I name it.


Your body
obeys first.

Your mind
late to the scene.


Shudder.

Quake.

Yield.


Not choice.

Not even impulse.

Response.


Your surrender

already decided.

You just arrived
after.


A period.

End.


Silence

does the rest.


No touch.

Still

you open.


No hands.

Still

you come apart.


Past identity.

Past control.

Past the story
you tell yourself.


You

seen.

Completely.


And still

you stay.



Still

waiting.


For the next word.


Every time.

Can't remember if I'm allowed to comment here, but here it goes.

I will never stop being amazed at how much you can invoke in so few words.

 

[SmilingLez]

Can't remember if I'm allowed to comment here, but here it goes.

I will never stop being amazed at how much you can invoke in so few words.

Any thread I make is always open to everyone especially you @Stephie02

In fact if someone has an idea for a free verse, feel free to share it. Might not be able to do it, but I'll give it one hell of a try

 

[Stephie02]

Any thread I make is always open to everyone especially you @Stephie02

In fact if someone has an idea for a free verse, feel free to share it. Might not be able to do it, but I'll give it one hell of a try

You could turn my emoji reaction into a poem, you know you could

And I'll take a

 

[SmilingLez]

Observing the amount of covert bullying in another forum, I decided to try my hand at writing a Paradelle.

bullies laugh near lockers.
bullies laugh near lockers.
karma waits beside silence.
karma waits beside silence.
karma waits near lockers.
bullies laugh beside silence.

mean girls film meltdowns.
mean girls film meltdowns.
tomorrow screenshots flood IG.
tomorrow screenshots flood IG.
tomorrow mean girls flood IG.
screenshots film meltdowns.

cruel boys shove outsiders.
cruel boys shove outsiders.
next week employers watch footage.
next week employers watch footage.
next week outsiders watch footage.
cruel boys shove employers.

tomorrow bullies laugh near lockers karma.
mean girls film meltdowns screenshots flood IG.
cruel boys shove outsiders next week.
employers watch footage as silence waits.

 

[SmilingLez]

You could turn my emoji reaction into a poem, you know you could

And I'll take a

@Stephie02

My free verse on this thread,
then your emojis arrive -
heart, hug and happy face.
Under the quiet comments
something warm starts to answer.

 

[Stephie02]

Im curious what it's like having a Lit groupie

 

[SmilingLez]

Im curious what it's like having a Lit groupie

It's quite flattering. I've never had a groupie. Always been the odd one out

 

[Stephie02]

It's quite flattering. I've never had a groupie. Always been the odd one out

Kinda feel the same, really.

 

[SmilingLez]

It sort of bittersweet that we have that in common

Kinda feel the same, really.

 

[Stephie02]

It sort of bittersweet that we have that in common

I don't know what I expected when I started my account, but it wasn't this. I guess I thought most people were more vanilla like me. Actually until Lit I thought I might be pretty wild, but nope, I'm dull and glad lol. This place and so many people here are so extreme and have expectations that aren't justified I think. I've gotten pretty good at avoiding them, but it's just, wow.

Long way of saying that it would be nice fitting in here somewhere but at the same time glad I don't; so yeah, bittersweet is a good way of saying that

 

[SmilingLez]

This is my stab at a strict Terzanelle

Midnight Gooning

The screen’s blue glare won’t let me sleep,
a flicker in the dark like static.
I swipe, but nothing’s mine to keep.

The notifications never quit
each ping a ghost I can’t outrun.
The screen’s blue glare won’t let me sleep.

I mute the world, but still it creeps
through cracks in every silent dun.
I swipe, but nothing’s mine to keep.

The algorithm feeds my keeps,
a loop of doom I can’t outrun.
The screen’s blue glare won’t let me sleep.

I close my eyes, but still it seeps
into the dark like cigarette smoke.
I swipe, but nothing’s mine to keep.

My battery’s low, the night’s too deep
I’m stuck in this digital ocean.
The screen’s blue glare won’t let me sleep.

 

[SmilingLez]

Authors Forum - Male Chauvinistic Bullies


They still bark cunt like it’s a command,
their voices cracked from years of screaming into the void.
Watch them clutch their rights like a rusted impotent blade,
while the corpses of every woman they’ve ever failed rot in the walls they built.

Their rulebook’s a suicide note,
scrawled in the blood of every female they’ve ever broken.
They’ll call you darling while tightening the noose.

just another name on their ledger of failures.