#RIME-TIME: The Gaslight (A Short Act)

A poem inspired by the film Gaslight (1940) that inspired the term ‘gaslighting’.

Writer’s note: Often films I see, or stories I read, influence the ideas I have when writing. I recently discovered the film that inspired the term ‘gaslighting’ (Gaslight, 1940) and [badum tss] decided to write something. I often get writer’s block, so poetry is short enough for me to get myself writing, but also get my creativity flowing again. This poem is the first one I have written in nearly 9 months, and I feel it may be simple, but one you can enjoy!

A windswept thief at night

A conniving murderer at dawn

my foolish anticipation of

endearing compliments

affections

adornments

colloquial turn of phrase

promising of love and adoration

Empty

The footsteps in my head

The dimming gaslight in our home

“perhaps i am mistaken”

(or suffering Stockholm?)

i could have sworn i saw him

Yell

Angry

Enraged at what i…

or perhaps

the gaslight is still burning bright

and i am (by myself) misled?

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#SHADY: Waiting to Dawn🌞

What would be the color of happiness?

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Everything set,
The moonlight at its best,
The stars spread in it flicker…

Everything said,
The prayers in waiting,
The wishes in longing,
The soul in its craving for peace…

Every other day,
I write through the brightness of my heart,
I write through every broken piece of happiness left,
I write through the years of untrue peace…

What would be the color of happiness?
Yellow perhaps, like the waiting to dawn…

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#RIME-TIME: AquaMarine🐟

A love poem for our 2nd #SHADY theme: Aquamarine🐟

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AquaMarine

I seek out your love…


Dear sweetness, You send sweet shivers that intoxicate my heart like the waves of Nile…

I seek to drown in the abyss of your affection, with no life guide or cautions…


Take me to your world, that which is another world far from this reality…



Wash me to the shores of your desires,


spread me to the winds of the open sky,

fill my crazy thirst with songs of your lips,


And together let’s paint our lives with the colors of the sky and open waters…



AquaMarine they call it, Let’s live like the colors of the ocean as it never changes

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#RIME-TIME: Are you okay?

I couldn’t resist posting this poem – we’ll leave it open to your interpretation.

Art by deisa on Instagram

E/N: While March introduces our next #SHADY theme, I couldn’t resist posting this poem before any ‘aquamarine’ posts.

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Written by The Traveller

Are you okay?
It’s always asked too late, too seldom, after the fact.
Deal with your shit. Nobody’s going to do it for you. But don’t forget to speak about it.

Ironic.

Let me speak about the problem to be told it’s a problem, lazy answers from lazy mouths filled with conceited responses.

I’m no different, I don’t know why it bothers me.

I guess I’m still waiting for someone to ask.
So I’ll remain silent about my conflict and hope nobody sees it and my eyes don’t reveal it.

I know you feel the same, you wish somebody could guide you in the right way. I’m sorry it’s not me. I’m sorry it’s not today.

But you and I, we struggle, hustle, fumble, tremble, let our hearts rumble. All in silence.

#SHADY: White🌼

The first poem for 2021: White!

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He asked if it was okay,

I gave a weak nod affirming my decision

Trusting his large eyes 

I turned to the sheets leaving my heart afloat, 

My mind bloomed its lotus dispersing random thoughts from the time before

The moonlight be our witness,

I allowed its light to reflect every corner of my heart

There was no perfection, 

Just the symphony of our desires floating…

History was created in ecstasy

All I could remember was white


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The 2020 Bus Ride: Our Year in Review 🚌

A review of everything we’ve done together on the bus this year.

2020 has been a wild (unexpectedly long) bus ride for all of us: we’ve hit lots of bumps on the road, but we’ve managed to have a little fun regardless.

This year we tried out, and added, a few new things: new, talented writers; new SPOOPY posts for October; posting once a week; lots and lots of poetry and short stories. It’s (semi-) safe to say that 2020 was our fullest bus ride yet and we’re super thankful for that.

To prepare for 2021, and the ideas we’ve got stacked up, here’s a review of everything we’ve done together on the bus this year.

P.S. Authors who do not have their own profiles on GOTB have Italicised names.

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We looked at lots of things we liked

Continue reading “The 2020 Bus Ride: Our Year in Review 🚌”

#RIME-TIME: The poem I should’ve written

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E/N: The poem is self-explanatory, so I felt the writer didn’t need to add the usual little explanation/motivation to accompany it.

Written by ‘The Traveller’

The poem I should’ve written, should’ve been about her.

3 years ago she wrote me a letter, telling me how she felt. Lord knows I felt the same but my bloodshot eyes made me go insane.

My bloodshot eyes infected my mind and made me feel unworthy.

Brought back to life and felt so dizzy…

The next day I left. I should’ve said something sooner… 

I should’ve told her, I’m falling in love with the person before me. Should’ve told her I don’t want to leave, I’m too young and it’s too early. 

Took the journey and felt regret, upon seeing my hometown once again. 

A few months went by, I should’ve asked why she’d been so quiet… 

Tortured by solitude, my thoughts left in silence. Not physical but performing emotional self-violence. Destroying myself with narcotics partnered with ciders. Smile on my face as I entertain backstabbers and liars. 

I came home. I should’ve ran to her… 

I spoke to her that night, texting back and forth as I lay on the floor, hoping, praying she’d come through the door. I should’ve told her I missed her I should’ve told her I cared. 

I couldn’t let her fall for me, I was too weak. 

I kept my distance to protect her, deflect her, almost to reject her. When I saw her again in person I melted, but melted in silence. 

We stopped speaking. I should’ve said something… 

Again she was in my sight. Not in my circle. In the distance, her smile not the same, her eyes still so bright. I think about her every day and every single night…. 

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#RIME-TIME: Just a Dream

“This was me taking a step towards understanding that people aren’t the fantasies you create about them.”

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From the writer: “This was me taking a step towards understanding that people aren’t the fantasies you create about them.”

Just a dream

in my dream, you were holding me 

your rough, calloused hands gently

held my cheeks as if i were made of

glass and with one wrong move,

you could shatter me.

in my dream, you were perfect

you were funny, but never over-stepped

the boundaries i had put up so long ago

you were kind, but never too kind

to avoid people walking over you.

in my dream, she was not there and

your heart did not belong to her

you did not sing her praises at every opportunity

you did not tell me about how pretty she was 

or how much you wished she was yours.

in my dream, you told me you’d

choose me over everyone and anything

you told me that even though your heart had been broken 

more times than what you could count, 

even though it’s barely being held together by a delicate string,

you’d still give it to me.

and in that moment

i believed you,

everything was okay.

but it was just a dream .

~ Written by Anonymous

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