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Habits

josy57:

We are funny creatures, us humans
We seek always to protect ourselves from pain
We look for love and for safety in the oddest of places
And once we have been burnt, or bitten, or stricken
We search for comfort in other forms of harm

We all rely on the same coping mechanisms
Trenches etched in our brains since the dawn of times
Idealize, dissociate, deny
The old machinery runs smoothly as ever
But it takes us down some strange and winding paths
What we want is shelter but we settle for distraction
And what shields in the end also destroys us

We stubborn, headstrong human beings
We think we know better
We hang on to the poison of our choosing
And I am no different
I do with thought and memory
What others do with cigarettes and a bottle
With a razor or a needle
I take a blade to the very fabric of my soul
To fray the thread which tie me to myself
Not cut them, no, not all the way through
I could never sever the cord, nor turn it to a noose
After all, it is not a death wish but a misguided attempt at survival

I lick my wounds and kiss them dearly
Those burning lips talk slowly and always listen
I suck the venom from the flesh and swallow it back
Feeding feverishly off my own illusions
Intoxicated and sickened in self-sufficiency
Drunkened in a sadness that softens every blow
I withdraw in myself
My habit has no substance, but it sure is abuse
Yet I should know better
You can never evade the issue forever
You cannot fully keep it out
It only works a time
Until the cure itself becomes another illness
Until your old refuge is an abyss staring back

Thank you @vagabondprophet for prompting me with “Habits of harm”

Having a hard time describing how much I love this poem. The issues of addiction and addicted people are something that is close to me, I work at a youth shelter and this is so poignant and true. Everybody is addicted to something and we ought not judge.

i’m sorry that i wake you at random times in the middle of the night for no apparent reason, but thanks for not hating me, k?

delightfulharmonypoetry:

Its when I see you sound asleep
That I berate myself
You are so calm, at peace and deep 
inside another realm
I’m lonely with your heart right there
Beating by my side
Somewhere away, your soul drifts out
Without me into night
So when I wake you, tickling toes
tugging on your ear
Bugging you to look at me, please know it’s just I fear
That you will leave me one day
Not to dream but live away
With someone else in mind
And in the panic I just need 
Your eyes to fix on mine

@vagabondprophet

You are sorely mistaken

I rarely dream at all,

For what would I dream

When my days are filled with joy

With knowing your touch and voice.

Once in a blue mood

I’ll dream I’m better for you

A knight with real armour

Instead of this cardboard cavalry.

And if my soul does wander

As you fear it may,

I promise it’s towards you

Not away.

When you wake and tremble,

It’s the bit of me drifted in to you

Aching to see the bit of you drifted into me.

And the open window only blows gently

It provides no escape,

Though I may roam

It’s not far,

I never leave the sheets.

– Vagabond Prophet

@delightfulharmonypoetry

Frigid

vagabondprophet:

The wind bites my face

And I know that’s your embrace

But it hurts,

Must you be so cold?

I make a hot cup of something

See I’ve got an answer for everything,

As usual I’m either too smart

Or too dumb.

I don’t even know which

It changes like a switch,

So let the wind bite my face

And make my legs go numb.

Let me stay stranded in the cold

No choice but to be bold,

When I’m captured by your might

Captivated by frightful beauty.

Make your frosty tongue

Climb every rung

And run piercing

Through every passageway.

Don’t give me a way out

Don’t make it a fair bout,

Call me to yourself

Grip me firmly.

Take me in your hand

Put on me your brand

Enchant me with

Your frigid brilliance.

– Vagabond Prophet

mildreflections:

Fruits of the Spirit # 8

Kindness as defined by the poetic dictionary:

It is to light a spark in someone else’s life. A little push or some friendly advice. If you can shoulder the pain of strangers and friends alike, or make their day by simply spreading a smile, then in your heart, kindness resides.

Other definitions Include:

· To touch a soul and live their joy. The taste of contribution.

· Lending your ropes and hands as you climb through life. Rising together to conquer that summit.

· To be an understanding perspective for those who lament, or a pillow for the weary, being something for the world so as it can be at peace.

Synonyms:

·   Helping

·   Affable

·   Good Hearted

Antonyms:

·  Selfish

·  Cynical

·  Self – Centred

 

Kindness is the fruit that ripens other fruits, it is the force of love and sweetness. It is the true measure of our worth as human beings and the sustenance of our kind.  

                                               – Mild Reflections

@vagabondprophet Just one left.

Fantastic.

mildreflections:

Fruits of the Spirit #5

Self-Control as defined by the poetic dictionary:

To take a breath and count to ten, dissolving vehemence without spiting venom. To hold your ground and be the bigger man, even if your world is in mayhem and the frenzy overwhelms.  

Other definitions include:

· To want patiently, never forcing or pushing for things forbidden.

·  Never crossing the line between desire and greed, knowing the worth of               morals over ambition.

·  Letting ripples of stones gently pass, finding stillness soon enough.

Synonyms Include:

·  Patience

·  Calm

·   Balanced

Antonyms Include:

·  Hot headed

·  Reckless

·  Careless

Self- control is to love cookies but never finish the box, always keeping something for the rest of us.

                                            -Mild Reflections

Pleased to be working with @vagabondprophet. Thank you for bearing with my delay.  

I like this a lot, beyond pleased to be collaborating with you on this, I can’t think of anybody I’d rather tackle this with. Check this blog out people it’s amazing.

delightfulharmonypoetry:

vagabondprophet:

Hurricane

I don’t believe in true love

Or in soulmates

But I know what happened to me

And I believe in  addiction.

You did not screech or beseech

With kissable lips

And raised eyebrow

With clever fingers set your snare.

I was yours.

You hooked me

With the efficiency of a hurricane,

I became forever yours.

– Vagabond Prophet

@delightfulharmonypoetry

How crafty, I seem. But I do not recall it quite that way. 

Around the corner you might find him, they said to me. 
Turn the right or left and there he will be 
Cautiously I inched around each turn that came about
For fear that a pair of eyes and lips would wipe me clear out

There was no corner when I saw you
Just the bones of trees reaching to sky
The brown and gold of burnt grass lost to summer
With clouds ashen blue bearing no lie

Honey gold, ice blue you smiled
They flocked to you, bees to flower
Children to sugar, and all the while…

Roots became of my feet, 
Whispers buzzed in my ears, 
The triple flap of a hummingbird’s wing where my heart used to be

All that time wasted, peeking around corners
But it was the trees that hid you, the clouds that gave you asylum
Attacked without warning, I was
An ambush

Run, said my mind, rational where the rest of me set to fire
Run, for there he is. 
There he is there is he is. 

Mister Right. 

I am glad I tore the roots of my feet from the earth, 
Spun on my heel and set to fleeing
For while you were Mister Right

I was yet Miss Not-Ready.

@vagabondprophet

I’ve wracked my mind

And combed the ashes

But this tale can not recall

For you fled fast and fled well.

You were gone before I saw you,

Naturally I tell the story differently,

The next several years afterwards

I can only theorize.

You were biding your time

And stocking your weapons

Braiding curiosity with courage

To fortify yourself.

You waged a cold war

With a hot body

And a warm tongue.

Studying my heartstrings from afar

Learning which ones to tug

To bring it all crashing down.

The first day I recall seeing you

I recall your pose, and your hat

Slouched nonchalant on the couch

Looking radiant and speaking thoughtfully.

You sharpened and blunted me

In equal measure,

Always useless for the task at hand

Except for finding yours.

Ten long years later and

Your presence is indelibly

Pressed into my heart.

You sunkissed beauty,

You steward of joy and kindness,

You exquisite queen of our little kingdom.

– Vagabond Prophet

@delightfulharmonypoetry

The Man Of Stones

mildreflections:

His eyes were red and teary so,

Nothing he said could be heard.

They all called him a crazy soul,

As he walked with a bag of stones

He dearly loved.

They watched him stumble,

And tear his skin,

The pavement marks his bloody path.

When asked why he walks with such heavy things,

He only said

They were close to his heart.

So he tread with pain,

And an arched back,

Always hurt, but never shown.

They said it was because he had forgotten,

That he was only a man of flesh and bones.

I think they missed his eager eye,

Always hoping for that final stop.

Somewhere he could place his rocks and sigh,

Relieved that he could finally rest his thighs.

Alas! They found him on the ground,

Buried under the weight of his dear stones.

They mourned the fool,

And cursed at his ill fate,

Feigning some care and compassion.

But never saw the peaceful smile,

That blessed his face.

That lay forgotten.

That lay forgotten.

                                – Mild Reflection

Love this.