(TW) A poem about relationship abuse and self reliance — — Poem — Love, love; It is all from your love. The flowers and the fists; It is all from your love Over me. My tears, flowing freely; You must think, They are of rapture; Given naturally in reaction to Your generosity — For what I have Because you always tell me How…

An inspirational workplace poem by Moony Thinker — — Poem — Please, for god’s sake — End this torment! Banish me from another of these Fucking professional-prep-rallies For working adults. Team! Team! Team! Kill me… Ra-ra-shish-koom… Ahhhhh, fuck it already! Please, for the love of all things Rational! Free me from this Hell on Earth; From this prison-like existence. A chair, a computer, and…

A poem innuendo… sort of. — — Poem — As the skin Scrapes against my nails, My heart flutters with impatience. I can resist no longer! Pressing into The fronts of my teeth, I bite and tear back the top layer Getting at The soft, sweet ambrosia beneath. Between the lifted wings, I finger my way Around and…

A poem — — Poem — I can’t do anything To help them… As I watch From the sidelines Through another presentation Provided by The boob tube, I can’t do anything To help them… Even as the letters Upon each key Wear away by the pounding Of my now bone exposed Raging fingers, I can’t do anything To help…

A poem — —Poem— The amount given Never feels like enough; But, we never know How much is left. All the while, Most are wishing, They had more Time. Ever wishing, Ever hoping, All in futility. For those who stay, Locked in their present Looking back Into their past, Time continues Moving forward Against All protests…

A poem (TW: abuse and self-harm) — — Music Tea — Poems are an artistic experience shared between the creator and the audience. But not everyone’s experiences with art are linear. Some may request enhancers to the experience such as having music during their reading. For those who would like to have some Music Tea, I offer…

A poem — Dedicated as a fan poem to Charles Bukowski’s poem: Bluebird There is a bluebird In my heart; It can not escape and I hide it from others. In there, hidden away From everyone else, This bluebird Stays concealed; And I like it that way. I shake its cage, I scream…

A poem by Moony Thinker — The clock hands Now pass Into the next day. Forgive what happened before; For those hands can not go back. Make a change, not in past events, But in the hours soon to be touched. — The Why — Do not be Gatsby; do not live in moments that can…

A poem by Moony Thinker — Awakening to A brand new day; But still the same As the day before. Here in my Sludge pit, I stew alone In this bath Of despair. I do not reach out; For I will not Pull others down With me. Because — For those fortunate few Who are able to Crawl…

A poem by Moony Thinker — Can we finally talk About the thing? We all do it; Everyone is doing it, At some point, Today. Poop. That’s right. You read right; Poop. An active sport for some While for others… It’s a problem; A real shitty situation. Some are like pros While others are not. Then there…

A poem by Moony Thinker — I’m taking it Slow; Going forward, Slowly. I have made mistakes, Along the way; Oh, so — so many mistakes… But this time is different. Sort of… Like before, My body vibrates. So much energy; Itching to escape, Wishing to escape. Wanting, needing To be released Into this world! But…

A poem by Moony Thinker — My love, From my past, I miss you. Do you remember Our time together; When we would Venture through The lavender fields? There we’d be, Together, you and me, Gliding through Our imagination; Our dreams for the future, Our love, and optimism. …

Ah what a beautiful reflective write that is woven with gorgeous imagery and emotions, followed by the deeply thought provoking -The Why- I enjoyed this immensely - thank you so much for sharing this with us!

A poem by Moony Thinker — In the garden, I satisfied My desires. A sanctuary, Full of Lust and pleasure; Once open to me, But no longer. In there I’d uncover: Luscious colors and variety, Air thick with humidity; Welcoming thorns Reaching out With invitation To penetrate my skin, My body. And I crave A return visit…

A poem by Moony Thinker — It has broken: Doors, Walls, Plastics, Metal, Wood, And bones. Leaving imprints upon Everything and Everyone; Though never marking Any skin But my own. The aftermath of each Destructive eruption Leaves behind a reminder Under my skin that I became weak… Again. Bones, Skin, Ligaments, And tissue… I am weaker Each time By this Self-destruction…

A poem by Moony Thinker — I dance. Upon the flowers And between the trees; The Morrigan leans Nearer to me; But I hold up my hands. I pray: “Not today; no, not today. Please, Queen of the Mist, The owner of the depths, Not today; no, not today.” She’ll come back, She’ll come for what she…

A… is this a poem? by Moony Thinker — Welcome Office Warriors! Join us for another stationery adventure through the sea of cubicles and lost dreams. Please, read below and choose your warrior class for another meeting that could have been an email. THE OFFICE MANAGER: “Good morning everyone!” Back to the grind… “Today, our goal is to build better communication amongst…

A poem by Moony Thinker My daddy said: I can’t do this; With you or With anyone Like you. But it feels so… So natural! These feelings and thoughts Boil my blood and Make my skin itch For your touch. I yearn for you, For this, for us connected Together as our…

A poem by Moony Thinker — Based on the research By our educated Mind Priests, Identity is split between Two camps. Those are: Each decision made Wrapped in sheets of: Communal judgments, Rules, and expectations Provided by one’s society; That’s who you are. While the other camp reasons It’s all predetermined By one’s DNA: Explosive, addictive, Mentally unstable… This…

A poem by Moony Thinker — We all suffer. Through the decisions made By men with big egos And small penises. Those in the wake Of their pride Must all suffer. There are boundaries, There are rules to this Engagement, but They aren’t followed. Instead, everyone is in This game of destruction. Mothers, fathers, Brothers, sisters, Children… They all…