Posted 14 hours ago

'The Fifteenth of January' by Ravyn LaRue

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Sickness festers within me and takes over all common sense I may have ever rightfully claimed to have,
I abandoned the trouble, though it may spawn more. I am willing to take that risk.
I am strong and I can fight, and I would murder him if it meant my survival in the place I love.
He would do it, too- anything to get me out.
He knows I surpass him, that’s why he stole me from my beloveds. 
It isn’t fair, though I’ve spent too long mourning lost opportunities, and now I have agency to make my life good, regardless of all the factors of misery, but there are are times like today where I must give up to save myself-
Sometimes the warrior must resign- be the broken dove who sacrifices herself to save herself-
That is me on this morning and he, the brute, shall not survive, if good exists he shan’t take me down!
Others are with me in this fight and all at once the good will prevail- they always do at times like this.

Posted 1 day ago

'Sweet Somebody' by Ravyn LaRue

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My darling sweet somebody- I wish we were to meet.
I sing and think of you- let my voice be heard, it’s what you taught me to do-
You’ll love it-
I wish the ocean could sweep you off your feet and bring you to me.
So very many impractical thoughts, such as the hope you may love me-
Maybe that’s not as far off as I think-
Who knows, you may be singing to me now in your sleep-
Sweet dreams, my love.
Sing for me, my sweet somebody.

Posted 2 days ago

'Sebastian Birthday Poem' by Ravyn LaRue

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Darling Sebastian, beauteous sunshine-haired angel: I miss you and yet oceans have kept us from ever meeting. Dastardly storm clouds break up our connection, sometimes, yet I am honored to refer to you as a friend. Had fate blessed us differently I would have a multitude of opportunities to hold you and tell you all the stories my heart could conjure, and I would utilize every second we had together. One day we will meet, I will not die until then. If on my deathbed, I never knew your presence I would materialize beside you and find resolution. How can I speak of you in terms fitting to our situation? Meadowlark, Rapunzel, Ultima and Don’t Turn Away. I am not ready, not yet, but when you and I meet, I swear I will proclaim and confide in you: About Everything. Just know, for now, that you become more intelligent, kind, and intriguing as I get to know you. All because you were kind enough to contact me. Had I known of your productions, I may not have been as brave to contact you as you were for me; I am shy and not nearly as charismatic as you. You inspire me more than you could ever know, there are many things that you help me through despite the curse of distance keeping us so far apart. O, darling… I cannot speak to you the way I wish… Adulthood- may it treat you well, for you deserve all earth’s treasures. I am close behind, we shall meet in years soon- and no amount of miles could keep us from that! Please, Celebrate, and know that you are magnificent! Love, your ever-honored, Leap-Year Valentine!

Posted 3 days ago

'Ashlee' by Ravyn LaRue

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You salvaged my baby, and saved my words, but you left before my gratitude could be exposed in the slice of my soul you rightly deserve.
Every moment of connection we had was rooted in the value of art, but alas that was how we parted, without a word of farewell or well-meant glance.
It’s unfortunate at the least- a duller mind would think you loved me, but I know it was mere business. Still, you rescued something dear to me and unknowingly thwarted my troubles and woke me from emotional malaise when I was in your presence. 
It should not have ended this way.
Unconventional things like ours deserve to be written as a tragic epic with a somber self-contained ending, but this is open and heartless and entirely not right for the plane of existence we shared for that sadly sweet short time.
I must make the long walk home, now- through the clouded container where your spirit still stays near the faintness of the one you helped me mourn.
It was a dark time, dear!

Posted 3 days ago

joolabird:

I gotta make a change.
I just don’t know what I’ll have to break
in order to start
building.

And that’s scary.

Posted 4 days ago

'12:58' by Ravyn LaRue

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Everything is haunting- I cannot stay anymore.
I’ll leave and leave it all, for I am needed elsewhere.
It’s true.

Posted 5 days ago

'Stifled' by Ravyn LaRue

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I love you so much!

Every time we speak I must stop those words from escaping my little lips-

I come so close sometimes.

It’s embarrassing and frightening, because I know, one day I will forget to hold back, and then my heart will be in your hands.

Please don’t crush it, just give it back and forget all I said…

I love you so much!

Posted 6 days ago

'Don't Call Me Honey' by Ravyn LaRue

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Why would you think I loved you? How dare you assume that you broke my heart! With all the things I’ve told you, and all the torment you put me through… I wasn’t crying. I was thanking God I’ve lost you, and praying that I wouldn’t act on my justified impulses before the clock struck five. You are the reason regret being nice.

Posted 1 week ago

'Divine Emollient' by Ravyn LaRue

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Poetry is just atmosphere. A cloudy thing that lets one know all. An archetype, something stretched to incapsulate any emotion on the spectrum of humanity. Words and feelings, that is all there is, but you must let yourself be naked in truth. One cannot hide behind saccharine sayings- and once such nakedness can be achieved, you run! Run naked in the cold night, feeling the brisk nirvana of vulnerability and openness. This is freedom! And after that point, poetry is the covering of one’s self in the quilted comfort of experience and ambiance, lest the soul you exposed somehow fly away. Poetry is that anchor which keeps you from insanity, it is catharsis. It makes you return to the blank slate, without, one becomes a crowded lot of wires and color buzzing with constant distraction. But believe me sometimes it is alright to float up to the heavens. But poems are the wings that help you coast back to the water. Be careful as you plummet. You need the ocean- dive in sweetly, please.

Posted 1 week ago

'Underground' by Ravyn LaRue

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Take two and call me in the morning, with resolutions and penance in hand.

I’ll kiss your sweet brown lips, gently brush the dents in your glowing flesh.

You. You. You.

She tastes bitter, after the love you gave, yet I’m drawn to her by name.

I don’t understand it, and you surely never will- but before I leave again, let me see your amber eyes and falling hair.

She’ll always be inferior. You are my love, but I have to step back, if only for a while.

Posted 1 week ago

'All Is Underwater' by Ravyn LaRue

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It’s nearly 1:30. The light of the television flickers as I sit up in bed.
Shadows are cast against the mirror- things I cannot see out here in the human world.
Over my bed my dead relatives watch, and I pray lest I disappoint them, as I’m sure I often do.
I’m going to regret this- being up simply to contemplate, but it isn’t insomnia, and that is one consolation.
It’s been a while now, and despite the romantic kindred-ship, I’d prefer not to be hungover this early early morning.
Good night gracious earth.
Posted 1 week ago

'Naivety' by Ravyn LaRue

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But she’s naive… Of course she’s naive. She is only seventeen- she has lived through things that should make her otherwise, but that would just be giving up.  An artist needs to be able to be ready to experience all the new things. Artists aught to be child like. Pristine, and able to let emotions and life permeate into them and expelled into whatever they intend to create, and no callused individual can produce amazing beauty. Thank God she’s naive!

Posted 1 week ago

'The Timekeeper' by Ravyn LaRue

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I’m not allowed to laugh anymore. Cold and callused with age, so they say. 
It isn’t meant to be, all lost, like dreamcatchers, storybooks, and all the carefully chosen names I once knew so well.
Now sugar tastes less sweet, tart on the tip of my tongue- sickly so.
I suppose this is inevitable, but I never guessed it would come so soon.
Time goes by quickly, it only stays in my vision long enough for me to see, and then it is gone. Vanished.
I can never cherish something so ephemeral.
I suppose this is the way it must be, and believe me: I am scared.

Posted 1 week ago

'Julia' by Ravyn LaRue

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Julia, why, my darling, have you done this to your only sweet self-
Your second chance only lasts a lifetime.
I can never know- I would never ask it, but please.
I would give you parcels of my body in exchange for yours to heal-
You are so beautiful- please allow your scars to heal.
I will speak- Please!

Posted 1 week ago