r/ThirdEyePoetry

Whats the difference between ‘Oooh!’ and ‘Aaah!’?

About three inches.

Now dark, they shatter like your promises—broken and gone.

We would listen to the rustling leaves of
A sanguine breeze
We would talk and laugh,
Smile and glance,
as if no time at all had passed

One of Us, most likely You, would innocently graze contact over eager skin
—Even knowing now won’t stop the gasp erupting from within

Gazing into your deep and beautiful waters,
Like looking at the calming seas of familiarity,
While simultaneously,
Staring into the Unknown
of nature’s magnificent abyss.

I would be remiss,
if I didn’t say,
that you have quite the way,
of brightening my day

Anytime I would see that ray
of brilliant warmth,
escape your face
It got me in the feels
Up from my heals
All the way down to my base

What would we do on a wonderful Wednesday?

Any day with you would be full of wonder

Maybe we would take a stroll beside each other and just ponder…

I would attempt to saunter;
Enjoying a pleasant bimble on the sandy shores of love

But my hungry heart would get overzealous;
It would give me away with its ravenous beats

It would never feel satiated by your tantalizing treats

What that means to say…

Is that there would never be a day,
where I would be so grey,
that your rainbow of love,
raining down from above,
would make me think,
that I wouldn’t want to drink,
from your refreshing rivers
every single day…if I may.

Knowing the Wisdom that is of never stepping in the same river twice,

What would you like to do on a Wednesday?

This hopeless life he wanted no more

Diseased inside and cold down to the bone

Woke up barely breathing on the floor

Opened his eyes to find he was all alone

A broken man swallowed by pain

A broken man with a heart full of hate

A broken man with the cracks and lines on his face

A broken man who's happiness had long begun to fade

He couldn't get her off of his mind

All of the sadness that she kept inside

Tears in her eyes, tears that she tried to hide

She couldn't tell him that she was living a lie

He never knew how much she had tried

He was lost in the depth of his own atrocities

And so he would push her further away

Until there was no one left to hurt but me

They could love each other

Through the chaos and rain

They could be together

Through the sorrow and pain

They could love each other

Through the lonely days

They could be together

They could make this last forever

Bumblebee and Ladybug—

were chillin’ out at home,
nestled on a tulip leaf,
right beside a great big gnome.

Somewhere
in the distance,
there was
a curious sound.
So they both got up
to have a look around.

With a swoosh and a woosh,
the winds blew strong.
Bumblebee wondered,
“Is something wrong?”

The sky grew dark.
The garden went still.
Then the Great Grey Stork
landed with skill.

Carrying a bundle
snug to his chest,
he looked at two parents
about to give up rest.

With a tip of his beak
and a wish wished well,
the Great Grey Stork
had no time to dwell.

With a flip and a flap,
the Stork took flight,
leaving a tiny woven basket
in plain sight.

Bumblebee and Ladybug
began buzzing with glee,
excited to meet
their brand new
tiny little baby.

They tiptoed near
to say hello,
both of their faces
all aglow.

They leaned in close—

and what did they see?

Why, it’s the reason
that two became three.

I strip away the shit I have carried too long.

The noise.

The expectations.

The pressure to be strong.

I step into the open air.

A sudden blinding flight.

Peel away the armor.

Finally drop the weight.

I sink into the silence.

Safe and hidden in the clouds.

Far above the static...the chaos of the crowds.

The earth begins to vanish...fading out of sight.

Heavy expectations melt into the blinding white.

The bullshit of the world below demands I stay in line.

Na...gravity can wait its turn.

This quiet space is mine.

To every worry keeping tabs on where I’ve been...

Fuck it.

Let it shatter.

I am starting over clean.

I leave it all behind me as the air turns cool and sweet.

Nothing but the rush of time beneath my falling feet.

No voices calling out my name.

No debts I need to pay.

Just surrender as the details blur away.

A beautiful unchecked descent.

Untethered and unknown.

In freefall through the universe.

Taking the needed time alone.

Cici 🧡

The ol’ yawn and stretch routine
So I can wrap my arms
Around your neck
Pulling you in for a kiss.

Giggling
As you scoop me up,
Picking me off my feet,
Princess carrying me
To my chair.

Don’t worry,
I’m in no hurry,
I’m already in the best seat
Of the house.

Now I’ve got you where I want.
Don’t look so surprised.

You knew exactly
What I was doing.

And yes…
I’m flirting.
Is it working?

The difference between the moon and the sun
is simple.

The sun shines bright,
for all to see.

The moon shines
for those who
need light in the dark.

I question if that’s why
I’ve always been drawn to it.

Not that
I don’t love the sun,

but because there is
something beautiful
about a light
that stays
when everything else
goes dark.

It doesn’t chase
the darkness away.

It simply reminds us
that we’re not alone in it.

Not everyone is supposed
to be the sun.

Sometimes
we’re supposed to be the moon—
to shine a little
for someone
who can’t find
their own light in the dark.

To stay
when they need
something to hold onto.

Because we all need
a little light sometimes.

And sometimes,
we get to be it.

When I tell you that you are perfect, just the way you are,
I mean each and every word.
But that doesn't mean I expect you to remain
Static
Unchanging
Just the way you are
right now.

Oh.
No, dear.

Just the opposite.

The way you ache to grow and blossom,
The ways you change from spring to autumn,
And also those winters where you feel stagnant,
Caught on the edges of a jagged fragment,

All of it.
Every bit is perfect to me.

Just the way you are
in each moment
from one day to the next.

Perfect.
You're perfect.
Just perfect to me.

Hello?
Are you there?
I don’t really care.
I think I need to just talk.
Some things have been happening…
Somethings always happening.
This feels kinda dumb but umm-
I think I miss your voice.
We used to talk for hours.
Do you ever wish things were simpler?
When we were kids we made everything so complex…
Who knew we’d be close.
Just ummm…
Yeah.
Pick up the phone.
I kinda miss you.
If you don’t umm want to…
Yeah.
Just call me back.
Bye.

(I wanted to try prose)

Simple, direct, and to the point—that’s how she’s always been. Efficient and clear, she moves forward, quietly wandering where she needs to go. When life blocks her path, she doesn’t cause a scene; she simply steps aside and continues. She’s plain, they say, if they even bother to notice. And that’s ok. For inside her lives a quiet kind of wildness. The fires of passion burn molten, the laughter is beautiful, booming strong and deep, and her playful mischievous nature strains for its release. But they don’t usually get to see.

You spanned the map with promises and occasional signs.

But left me stranded in between the lines.

One afternoon you claimed I am your past.

The next you swore that we were built to last.

This distance stretched further than the miles.

It's divided by your silence and your hurtful smiles.

It wasn't fair to pull me in so close.

Then turn away when I needed love most.

You told me that you want me by your side.

Then found another shifting cloud to run to and hide.

My heart was bruised from the tipping to and fro.

It could not survive the constant stop and go.

I loved you deeply.

You know it’s true.

But I deserved a firmer hand than was given from you.

I wanted someone certain of my place.

Who did not leave me begging for any little trace.

So sort your life and steady out your mind.

Choose the path you want to live or want to leave behind.

If you were meant to give the love I need...

Youd had taken the leap and let your heart concede.

Do something real to bridge your tearing space.

Stop running from the truth you have and need to face.

Go figure out the life you want to show.

When you finally sure...please don't even let me know.

Cici 🧡

They say words are a weapon
fine tuned
sharp
deadly

but they never mention

the silence

the absence

the loss……

the ending.

Aroma fills air

A familiar scent

It brings comfort

A gentle reminder

Of our destiny

Moving forward together

Together, as one

An unbeatable team

Always through you

Everything is possible

‘This special meeting of the council has been called to discuss the possibility…

That she didn’t know!’

The echo chamber erupts into a cacophony of opinions and tones

‘How could she possibly not know?
I mean, look at us.’

Gestures vaguely

The guy with the gavel shrugs

‘It’s cuz you soook!!’ Disgust shouts from the back. Angst and Aversion snicker and high-five the rebel member

Indifference rolls its eyes

‘There was just too much going on! There always is—there’s this, there’s that, don’t forget about the other thing. Oh no!! There’s more??!!! It never ends—like, where are we right now even? Do you know? I don’t fooking know. Maybe that guy knows—hey! Yous guys know anything over there?!?’

No one answers Overwhelm; no point, really. It’s all fodder for a spin out in that one

‘Well, you probably got so good at masking and denying yourself love that no one can tell what you’re doing,’ a member of the Judgemental group lobs a disapproving comment over to the Sad group; no one in Sad can see past their shame to fire back at them. They remain greyscale-blue in the corner.

Judgement assumes a self-righteous air; this provokes a few from the Angry crowd to mope on over to the Sad side.

Worried that Fear might pop up and sway the rest of the majority, Inspired interjects

‘Our fears, masks, and walls are not reasons to assume people will not love us. Love that is True can see past all that’

‘Tru dat’ Playful gives Inspiration some snaps.

Insecure and Vulnerable have been holding hands through all this, and are too self-involved and worried about their frenemy, Fear, to realize that Suspicious and Skeptical—the known klepto duo—are picking their energy-pockets.

Drunk off the fermentation of Fear, Suss and Skept attempt to start some shit by listing off the many random reasons that the lady is staying hidden.

Shit has been started.

Rejected starts yelling at Abandoned—Despair takes this personally.

Worried and Anxious have some sort of panicked-chicken competition to see who will vomit first.

Frightened mows down Scared on the way to the door

Avoidance books it to the other side of the room, tripping over a conveniently timed limb protrusion by Awful

Apathy, Empty and Bored saunter to the side for a smoke.

Devastated is face-down on the ground

Ignored remains ignored

Irritated expresses its Impatience

Aggressive and Threatened appear to be adding to the mayhem with random body checks across the chamber while blasting a song that encourages the listener to “Break Stuff”

Surprised is too shocked to do anything but stand there with its mouth hanging open

Everyone in the Content and Trusting group sits in silent equanimity

Contempt shakes its head disapprovingly

‘Hey guys…?’ Everyone stops and looks at Inquisitive. ‘May I ask, who is the “she” we are referring to as the one who didn’t know? And what is it they didn’t know?’

Throughout the room, mouths open, then close almost immediately

‘Her, obviously. We know what’s up,’ Dismissive and Indignant snide

‘It is obviously us who doesn’t know anything, ya dumbasses,’ Critical sneers. ‘Fragile agrees,’ as they put a Critical arm over Fragile’s shaking shoulders. Fragile looks around Nervously, wishing to speak, but doesn’t feel strong enough

‘Perhaps we are all the “she” who doesn’t know,’ Pensive pipes up.

Groans can be heard across the chamber floor.

‘Must you be such an arrogant prick, Pensi?’ Annoyed asks rhetorically

Embarrassed turns a new shade of red

‘What the hell is your problem, Emby? No one was even talking to you,’ a Resentful member derides.

Embarrassed and Humiliated huddle up to think of a response. After a long deliberation, Emby turns to the group, takes a stinted breath, and says, ‘nuthin’.

‘Good gravies you two are Annoying. Why do you even come to these things? You don’t add anything of importance here,’ Resentful continues.

Emby and Humi hang their heads and drag their feet over to Ashamed and Powerless, who are waiting with open arms.

‘Why are we here again?’ Confused asks the chamber

‘Fuck if I know,’ Perplexed scoffs.

‘Great! Let’s all put a pin in that for now, take a thirty second recess, then proceed with items 2 thru infinity’
And will someone please go check on Devastated—last time they wondered off into no-man’s land, and it took us forever to find our way out,’ the guy with the gavel laments.

‘On it!’ Helpful springs into action

Anticipation continues to wait on the edge of its seat…

With a final drop of blood my heart collapsed

A crimson stain the soil greedily drank.

Slowly, a blackened cane appeared and grew.

Not straight and tall, but crooked. A tangled mess of branches.

Over time, the brambles grew into a heart shaped thicket.

Strong.

Thriving.

Its branches and thorns glistening a deep ebony.

The night velvet leaves swallowing the sunlight as night devours day.

And there my spirit reclaimed my heart.

A thorny, blackened thicket.

That grew from chaos and refused to become fragile again.