r/ThirdEyePoetry

Staying on your locked screen, Shimmering in the glass sheen, I’m your only queen Every step onto the scene, You keep our love clean. I’ll always be keen, You’re the only one I’ve seen.

Everything I say, I mean. On full blast, never between Even on days I don’t read what it means. Stars in our eyes, pristine, Blooms in our smiles, evergreen.

Soft waves, you’re my serene An adventure, far from routine. Never where shadows lean. At the forefront, never unseen. You’re everything I’ve dreamed My constant, steady, in-between.

I crave these moments
alone.
To be me again.
To heal.

Emails, traffic, people
crowd the edges
of my mind.

No.
Not now.
Let me have this.

Then thoughts of you
encroach,
unraveling my calm.
I let them pass.

I just need me
in this moment
to find comfort
in silence.

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Animals are amazingly complex

Yet so simple.  

Building dams for shelter, 

Using trees or fence posts

To scratch an itch 

Guard your house 

From any and all

Leaving fertilizer so plants can grow…

Yet, cage them to one spot

And the earth is ravaged

Striped bare of its nutrients and life. 

After all, animals are both complex and simple. 

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Animals are curious

They will watch what we do

With hawklike focus 

They push their way past fences 

Like a nosy neighbor

Or watch you through windows

Like you’re the entertainment. 

They will stick their snout, beak, or nose 

Into whatever bag or box or bin

Hence**, animas are** curious. 

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Animals are caretakers

Once the bond with another

You will see love like no other 

A rhino and a goat

A bear and tigers

A penguin and a seal

There’s threat

Sound the alarm to save themselves

A child is crying

Their cat comes running

Had a bad day

Your animals know and snuggle deep

So,  animals are caretakers

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Animals are survival driven

Food is important

It will be found and guarded. 

They will find a source

Eat 

Then back off to watch

When another comes to eat

They will try to scare it away

Or if they animal is communal

They will dine

With their brothers and sisters. 

After all, animals are survival driven

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But my fave animals are assholes

Sitting too close to feeders I provide

Flybys close to my head

Another is eating out of the third feeder

Hell no!

Dive bobbing commences

Little chirps that sound so sweet

Until you see the actions

Yes these birds are my favorite,

So magically fast and beautiful

But dammit,

These animals are assholes!

It started out as a passing thought

Two cousins had, both lovers of music

Could we ever have our own band?

They'd share mix tapes and band recommendations

Still, the idea seemed out of reach

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As they got older, subtle progress occurred

One cousin got a keyboard and guitar

Then started experimenting, making wild, crazy sounds

He would bring recordings to the other

Nothing serious yet, but a creative outlet

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Once they reached college, things accelerated rapidly

Their best friend had a drum kit

And was willing to host any sessions

Second cousin still didn't have an instrument

Until his girlfriend bought him a bass

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The pieces began falling right into place

Every Friday, the three practiced and played

Sometimes funny, others stressful, but always productive

Slowly, they sounded more cohesive and palatable

Wondering could they ever get a gig

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They recorded themselves to learn and improve

Played for family, were greeting with mocking

This hurt, but only increased their determination

Extra practice time, more formal recording methods

Playing a show became a burning desire

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A four track recorder was then purchased

A five song demo was self recorded

Potential venues were contacted, hoping the best

Silence was the typical response, hopes dimmed

Until one finally responded, offered a show

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They celebrated in unison, goal in sight

Extra practices to get sound really tight

The three of them on cloud nine

However, fate had one card to play

That shook them to their very core

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Thirty six hours before expected show time

A distressing call was received...she's gone

The cousin's grandmother fought for eighteen months

But could not withstand the pain anymore

Family gathered, grieving, unsure what to do

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It took about five seconds to decide

"You better play that show, you assholes!"

Was exactly what she would have said

Blurry eyed, the three of them agreed

The show must go on they decreed

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The next night, they drove across town

To a dingy dive bar, completely unremarkable

Surprisingly, word had spread amongst some people

And many friends and family showed up

Both for the music and moral support

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Finally, the moment they dreamed of arrived

Tears in their eyes, full of alcohol

They took the stage, with mixed emotions

For forty five minutes, pure emotions played

Through amplifiers, shaking the buildings whole foundation

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After the final note played, they collapsed

Every ounce of energy spent, cathartic release

The crowd cheered, many knowing the pain

All three were feeling, many hugs given

Not knowing more shows would come eventually

That bumblebee,
Returned to me —
The very next day.
*
His dusty body,
Still warm and fuzzy —
His honey was far away.
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He bounced through air,
Without a care —
Like sunshine learned to fly.
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Then on my thumb,
A sudden hum —
A tiny, silky sigh.
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He didn’t speak,
Or make a peep —
But still, I understood:
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Some hearts must roam,
And buzz alone —
Just searching for the good.

My forlorn heart drips, filling the page.

Words written down to replace what we might say.

You’re physically near but your mind is so far away.

We’re never alone, but locked in our own little cage.

The mirror of your eyes has my desperate soul on display.

Once myriad colours now all but a muted gray.

The breath of our sentiment reek of fetid decay,

And beautiful radiance is swallowed by darkness’s sway.

It’s easy to leave and much harder to stay

When living feels like dying at the end of the day.

*Inspired from a song

A bumble bee,
Sat on my knee —
Dreaming about his honey.

He looked at me,
With total glee —
His fuzzy coat all sunny.

With fluttering wings,
His small heart sings —
And up his body goes.

A swoosh and a woosh,
A zip and a push —
Away to the fields he blows.

He didn’t say,
A word that day —
But left me to wonder apart:

Would you be
the one for she —
To softly cherish her heart?

Love me now

while I am here...

not later when memory softens my edges

Into something easier to hold.

Not aching through old photographs,

unfinished conversations,

wondering could haves ,& should haves.

Love me now,

while my laughter still fills rooms,

while my hands can still reach for yours,

across crowded tables and quiet mornings alike.

Do not wait until absence.

Do not build altars from regret.

Sit beside me...

the coffee is still warm.

Tell me the truth...

I can still hear it.

Choose tenderness...

time is a thief and

Tends to steals chances entirely.

Because love...

is not dressed in mourning.

Its dressed lavishly

lived loudly,

And is imperfectly, beautiful.

Love me me now.

While we are still here.

Questions lead to lessons

Torture becomes a cure

Medicine in my veins

Push the button,

Turn up the voltage

Indulging in convolutions

Rewrite my soul

Make my story beautiful

Move the knob back down

Slowly heart begins to calm

All was jolted

Demons bolted

Back to life

Away from strife

Took the chair

Electric waves

Wires changed

New vibrations

Confusion defused

Body transformed

Waves to currents

Currents to tides

Within it all, I will abide

Here comes Mr. Swanky, Quite tall and lanky, Pizza in the back of a limo, He’s the master of limbo.

Feet up on the dash, Cookies in his stash, He just might smash his burger, No need to look further.

He’s the whole package, Brimming with swagger, As he’s the french fry king, Late night snack attack.

Hide your ice cream, Hide your cookies, But no need to hide that giggle. He’ll dance and wiggle Into your heart.

Coolest treat in the land Initials traced in the sand, Sweet milkshake smile, He’ll glide across the tiles To deliver snazzy puns, Snacking cinnamon buns.

Groove stitched in his heart, Mr. Swanky keeps humming along, His words a work of art, Dancing his way to your cart.

A boy and a girl set out to play,
Hand in hand,
they laughed all day.

Until the sun became the moon—
All of a sudden,
goodbye came too soon.

They didn’t fret,
they held no worry,
For both well knew, there was no hurry.

Tomorrow would rise
to greet them again,
Picking up
right where they left off then.

They locked their eyes,
a silent pair,
With quiet smiles
in the midnight air.

The stars hung low
with a softened glow,
They watched
the purple shadows grow.

As if the morning already waited.
The summer twilight gently faded.

One last squeeze,
One shy “please”—
“I can’t wait for tomorrow.”

Nails carve through wooden planks,
Embodied with human flesh,
Each board creates less shine,
Light became but a memory.

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Time created a miasma,
Making it difficult to breathe,
Weathered boards begin to warp,
Animals attracted to foul miasma.

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Human trapped, vociferous echoes,
Storms came with insouciance,
Then the force from wicked howls,
Funneling clouds.

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Tornado hits but only grazing,
The top was ripped off, freedom,
But only for a moment,
Eye of the storm swallowed them up.

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Took them to higher grounds,
To the mystery of the skies,
Once forced to remain trapped,
Now they burst from the funnel.

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No more miasma in the air,
Instead sweet smells of rain,
Higher until view of Earth escaped,
No longer treated with insouciance.

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The galaxy took them on a journey,
Finding unknown treasures from Earth,
From sealed soul to open space,
Memories begin to erase.

"you:"
it slowly crept in 
from the edges
so subtly 
that at first 
I didn't even notice it,
then the days went by 
and more of it 
became apparent 
that I could no longer 
ignore it,

it is not like a choice 
but more a willingness 
to accept what life is 
presenting,
to recognize the value 
and decide unknowingly 
that you are open to this,

as we spend more and more time 
together 
I recognize 
how special you are to me,
I found myself at the start 
thinking about you 
when you weren't around 
and I find myself now 
thinking about you 
all the time 
and how I can try 
to make your life better
than it was before,

everything feels so easy 
when you're around 
that you have inspired me 
to pick up all my old hobbies 
again,
to end 
the stresses I have kept
within,
to breath in the day 
and be thankful for it 
because it's another opportunity 
to spend more time 
with you in it,
I just hope 
I can make you 
feel 
the same way.

At 5pm sharp, the freezer sang,

a frosty siren call.

Sugar-free strawberry ice cream bars

had staged a sneaky brawl.

One leapt behind the broccoli,

one hid beneath the peas,

another posed dramatically

like dessert royalty.

I peeled one open cautiously,

pink sparkle, berry bliss...

then dropped a glob upon my dress

Such a cold, messy miss!

The dog smiled. The cat judged hard.

The freezer hummed with pride.

I stood there barefoot

with strawberry running down my side.

“So tasty,” I whispered softly,

as if that changed the scene,

while holding stick number three and wondering

what's the fun in being clean?

I’m too tired
To write
I’m too tired
To move
I’m too tired
To care
I’m too tired
To give a f—-
.
But really
Exhaustion masks
My emotions
Exhaustion masks
My needs
Exhaustion masks
My empathy
Exhaustion masks
All of the things
.
So maybe
I tire
Myself out
I tire
Myself physically
I tire
Myself emotionally
So I can
Hide in oblivion.

Our love's a desert
Hot in the day, cold at night
Our love's a desert
Barren and beautiful
Our love's a desert
Far and wide
Ever changing, yet the same
You're the oasis
I long for each day

I'm standing in front of this castle

It's old walls are haunted and ruined

My senses as sharp as my blade

My falcon eye narrowing, truing

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I'm here for the mother of dragons

She's said to hold on to a treasure

Riches untold scavenged from burned out cities

A wealth, beyond every measure

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I'm not here for that though,

I'm not here for the dough,

My heart longs for something quite different

I steady my bow

Oh my hearts beating so!

And I feel the blood flow to my instrument

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I'm not out for gold, not here for the diamonds,

I long for her most precious self

A milf with gills,

A gal with scales

Into her I am aching, to delve

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I'm here to have sex with a dragon

I brought ribbed condoms and flowers

If she will allow me to come in her den

I'll gladly be afterwards showered

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In flames of her rage of unspeakable Lust

I'll defeat this old beast with each eagerly thrust

I'll make love to her, and terrible babies

That will once rule all over this world

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I'm a Knight of many a virtue

And a Knight also of Sin

If she gets to eat, and I get some loving

I'd say that'll be a win-win