Perpetual Pain by Susi Bocks

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So much gratitude to Gabriela and MasticadoresUSA for accepting this piece to share with their readers. ❤

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Perpetual Pain
by Susi Bocks
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no one told me
the days of mourning
linger for years

those unforgotten bring us
more bitter than sweet memories
unexpectedly and forcefully

it rises up within us
tears well and overflow incessantly
this insanity of grief, tortuous

when you love hard
you hurt more
death really kills two people

@Susi Bocks

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MasticadoresUSA features talented writers of poetry and short prose. We primarily publish writers who write in English, and are based in the USA. However, while the publication language remains English, we also welcome the work of our fellow writers from all over the world.

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Lucky

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Inspired by Reena’s Exploration Challenge #203 & Eugenia’s Weekly Prompt – Afterglow

life is hard
being used, abused and tossed about
but generally something good can come of it

but to be chosen
over and over while watching those remaining
experience the afterglow of seeing another day

… it cracks me up

Reblogs – Aishwarya & Christine Bialczak

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Ahtziri Lagarde – Unsplash

The dichtomy of living – trying to hide in the thick of the underbelly but also rising above. These two poems illustrate well what being on that spectrum of life means.

Figment by Christine Bialczak

Hidden
put away forever
shame entangles
tears flow morosely
memories
becoming reality
endlessly
utterly
a mere figment
concocted by fear.

Breakthrough by Aishwarya

From darkness,
Light shines,
From silence,
Sound reverberates,
From emptiness,
Companions valued,
From ignorance,
Knowledge surfaces,
From frustration,
Action grows,
From necessity,
Inventions glorify,
From impatience,
Patience surges,
From hopelessness,
Hope evolves,
From nothing,
Everything develops.

On A Small Jaunt

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The doves silently flew above the elves on their daily walk. Theodore kept the pace pretty rigorous; soon, he was sweating. He pulled up the sleeves on both his little arms, revealing a new tattoo. The others were jealous but said nothing. They knew it was a sin to covet.

It started to rain, luckily one of them had brought an umbrella, a gigantic one to fit all seven of them underneath it. What a blunder that would have been stuck in the forest without protection as the rain and thundering began. Imagine them being even more leathery and small.

Inspired by The Sunday Whirl – Wordle #522

The Fall

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Daniel Frank – Unsplash

Inspired by Reena’s Exploration Challenge #202 – Languish & Eugenia’s Weekly Prompt – Autumn

the leaves of autumn
languish on the forest trails
i breathe in the moist fragrance of an october rain
deep into my lungs

what was once green foliage
lush, vibrant and full
now becomes a new carpet for the forest
another layer to add to its history

i sigh heavily and gnash my teeth
for the leaves falling and bare tree branches
signal that summer has unfortunately come to an end
and an awful realization my SADD will soon begin again

Reblogs – Romantic Dominant & Rahul Gaur

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woman nude photo
Alexander Krivitskiy – Unsplash

Wholly present or becoming barely there – living is a bouncing between the two, or?

Yes by Romantic Dominant

Suddenly
she is aware
of how much
she adores
the feel
the sensation
the taste of
‘Yes’
in her mouth,
ready for him
to hear.

Becoming a Mirage by Rahul Gaur

My body carries your words still⁣⁣⁣
under the burial of daily living⁣⁣⁣
Sensory overload to forget that⁣⁣⁣
you still hold the power to⁣⁣⁣
cause ripples in my still water mind⁣⁣⁣
⁣⁣⁣
Do you remember that day ⁣⁣⁣
when the sun failed to settle down⁣⁣⁣
so as to not take away your light⁣⁣⁣
and then we slipped into a shared dream⁣⁣⁣
that unravelled into a nightmare of⁣⁣⁣
all the angst we buried underneath our love⁣⁣⁣
⁣⁣⁣
My mind carries the cause of your tears⁣⁣⁣
The decade of your doom ⁣⁣⁣
that you brushed aside to forget⁣⁣⁣
that the dust settles down from the air⁣⁣⁣
until the gust of wind arrives⁣⁣⁣
to tip you off balance from the summit of ⁣⁣⁣
your fickle foundation of a dune⁣⁣⁣
⁣⁣⁣
And I see you now⁣⁣⁣
walking away into a mirage⁣⁣⁣
but you never go out of sight⁣⁣⁣
so you never go out of mind⁣⁣⁣
As I sit here collecting sand ⁣⁣⁣
and filling up a reflection of your wreckage⁣⁣⁣
so I can be tipped off balance as well⁣⁣⁣
so I can walk into a mirage as well⁣⁣⁣
with you but without you.