An open minded individual
Who thrives in solitude
Cursed with a cloud of blue
She tries to find the warmth,
Compassion intertwined with despair.
Relying merely on an absence of nurture,
Although there was always an abundance of affection,
Turns to the love of nature,
In contrast to the haze;
The green heals the mind,
To an extent that one will never empathize,
Unless their lips are also chained to the pipe. -t.r
It’s World Poetry Day ✍️ celebrating with a little ode to #jamesdelaney
in the attic window: Entranced within the captive circle,
conversing with luminous wraiths
grotesque beneath the silver moonlight arc
where your father's face strangely lit
by fire and madness;
a poisoned chalice passed and poured
in two glasses and a maiden's sip.
Your loyalty threadbare and stretched
like a too thin blanket offering no warmth.
The thoughts will come - desirous and poisonous;
dank beyond the briny mud cast from booted heel
that marched its violence across virgin soil;
'till the waves broke russet upon the shore.
Awake! Cast off the misty vapours.
Throw wraiths and lies to shadows.
Swallow the black ghost and let sin sink into its murky tomb.
Beyond the salty foam the light stretches -
hope humming; dangled stripes above the salty spray
and captive to the fickle winds.
After how many voyages will this life finally vanish?
Conjure your sacred spells within the fire;
fly resolute and angry over the sea -
'till you tremble upon the eternal tides,
where new frontiers emerge. 🎩💀♠️🖤 #worldpoetryday #taboofx #jameskeziahdelaney #spilledink #newpoetssociety #tomhardy #allweseeandseemisbutadream
Waiting for Taboo 2: 🎩💀♠️🖤 the man stood at the harbour
parched and penniless;
black coat whipping in the wind
the weight of stolen diamonds insignificant
empty hands and eyes raised to the night sky
a sense of danger wrapped round him
a too threadbare cloak of anger and regrets
while the ocean breeze whipped round
his bow legged limbs
and the dog on haunches loyally sat
man and beast, evil and grotesque against the dying light
standing on the edge of the world
humming their sorrow across the dark waters
Just looking for a ship - or whatever comes
Lies made thin when cast upon the wind
And so his silence cloaks him
to what end they chased the dream into the late light of day
then looking for landmarks, turning away
with what memories may follow
make their way through mud and blackness
unafraid and defiant
casting their tortured thoughts upon the sea
where what hopes may drift upon the foam
and knowing the sin will come again
take comfort in the knowing:
of the things that have gone before
and those left behind;
There are so many roads to choose from.
How far will he travel this path
Before he learns it leads to death? #taboofx #jameskeziahdelaney #tomhardy #spilledink #newpoetssociety #jamesdelaney #taboofandom #taboofanart
Reflecting on winter puddles. ❄️ a backwards glance, while the snow fell
upon the cobbled city streets
such tiny frozen clusters
invisible within the wind
but luminous crystals where they lay
in lace knitted piles beneath your booted feet
you stood silent as a man lost -
carrying a passport too old
to give him passage into my solitary frontier;
while I, unable to stop
though the air hurts my face
raise numb hands
in surrender or defeat, I don’t know why
but I am trying to remember -
why we two are pondering alone
upon this dangerously slick frozen road -
you breathing invisible sounds below the horizon
remembering old times, probably
as my own thoughts are going,
blurred flaky visions falling upon the forgotten road;
I could stop for awhile, while you trace my steps -
but the next life is waiting
and seeing the light
I turn to the sun on my face
and say farewell to the cold shadows
in whose heart
a lost girl took refuge. #spilledink #newpoetssociety #poetsofinstagram #poetry #photography #photographersofinstagram #canon
📷 #reflections #puddles
Like a chameleon I’m hiding in plain sight. You see me but do you really see me?
You see the girl everybody calls a hoe,
You see the girl everybody hates,
The girl who is disrespectful, or maybe
The girl who is beautiful.
But you don’t really see me.
You see the person you want to see.
There is so much more to me than an opinion, theory, or physical appearance.
I am a girl with a story unheard.
Longing for someone to care enough to listen.
Who deserves to hear my story?
The person who judges, hates, & deceives?
How can you hold so much hate for someone you know so little about?
Everyone’s ears are closed while their eyes, mind, and mouth stays open.
I am the girl nobody understands.
A girl on a poetic journey.
I’m telling you my story & its up to you to listen. #poetry #mywords #newbornphotography #newpoetssociety #newpoet #writingcommunity #creativewriting
Lets dance in the starlight
like dragonflies threading
among the water-lilies
on crystal waters
under darkened skies
till we slip amorously
into a shadowy glade
wrapped in blue silence
hemmed in by cicadas
we pour out our love
upon the delighted earth
#spilledink #newpoetssociety #poetry #erotica #wordswrangled #inkinterrupted
*free image, edit by me
Sunlight, downy comforter and coffee = inspiration You brought me a cup of coffee,
as the morning sun burst upon my face;
I stretch and smile - face the glow; and lose myself in this place
of warm content, and still damp sheets half fallen to the floor
I cavorted with this sin - my vision curious and clouded
all my wounds held in front; my hopes held in a different light;
this heat was hard – I ensnared it’s flames
while still inhaling sweet flowers
I reached into the night, in so many places;
but your heart proved a most unreliable road map
Now that I am awake, the feeling shall also fall
so, fleeing from this comfort
in half-willed attempts and backward glances
fading slowly but still wanting those vapours -
sensing disaster upon the winds, all coldness within the fog
and sending shivers - I sipped the steaming brew
Alone and altered, but with nothing more to lose;
as the feeling keeps falling, and with pleasure well fed;
taking the chance and unlearning the past –
fall back into you. #journaling #spilledink #poetry #poetsofinstagram #newpoetssociety #coffee #deathbeforedecaf #photography #iphonography #procamapp