Tap or Pap
Flip a coin hold and tap to reveal love or loss’ pap Fifty-fifty chance tap or pap. Let the commotion begin! Pride the ultion will flip this coin to deeds that trip Many walk into this trap innocently to play tap or pap but fail this trip and dab their hearts to spin: Loss, like a sip and love like a nip. Guilt is a strap tying fault like crap to silence like a slap. Care is a cleft chin bearing hurts pin falling with a din to silence's coin spin. Surely this coin will stab. words with silence so drab bleeding minds that blab with melodies so drab. Tap or pap silence to dap meaning from life’s map. Surfacing I look at its roads of veins and arteries. It flows like woes with heartbeats. It never sees light living airtight. Everything seems right. Who’d think of plight? Hurt is a knife that cuts a skin letting blood ooze. Air burns its surface water deepens its gaps. Suddenly an iris once so clear gets washed with tears. Only then we realize clarity comes from tears. Suddenly light tears confidence with real fears. Tears are fierce teachers sharper than spears. Wounds are lights let in by reality’s shears clearing destiny’s ways in lessons about other beings. Author's Notes: Inspired by: “The wound is the place where the Light enters you.”-Rumi. Passion's Wheel It takes a heart to ride the wheel of passion and start to reference position without taking part or sides in stories that break one apart. Empathy is the ability to ride passion’s wheel aptly. A journey reserved for the extraordinary they say but on the contrary; open to all humanity. To be human is to feel and understand what it means to keel. But to empathize is to ride passion’s wheel. It takes a heart to see when eyes are built to look. It takes a heart to journey when legs are built to walk. Passion’s wheel is a tricircular sphere with eight portions for emotions marked by color for qualities and distance from the center for intensities. Where annoyance, anger, and rage form the first octant; red denotes aggressiveness. Where boredom, disgust, and loathing form the second octant ; berry denotes contempt. Where pensiveness, sadness, and grief form the third octant; dark blue marks remorse. Where distraction, surprise, and amazement form the forth octant ; light blue marks disapproval. Where apprehension, fear, and terror form the fifth octant; light green marks awe. Where acceptance, trust, and admiration form the sixth octant; dark green marks submission. Where serenity, joy, and ecstasy form the seventh octant; yellow marks love. Where interest, anticipation, and vigilance form the eighth octant; orange marks optimism. Like passion’s tricircular hierarchy wheel emotions in humans reveal empathy, Alexithymia, or antipathy. Hearts sort humans as riders of empathy; drifters of Alexithymia and the walking dead of antipathy. Those who see with their hearts understand where others stand and stood to be understood are riders of empathy. Those who are blind in their hearts fail to understand where they stand and run before understanding themselves or letting others understand them are drifters of Alexithymia. But those who are blinded by their hearts and refuse to understand where others stand yet expect to be understood are the walking dead of antipathy. It takes a heart to sort humans but it only takes a rider to tell drifters from dead walkers for only a heart sees when the eyes look with ice at compromise, demise and advice. Author's Notes: This poem reflects the definitions of empathy, alexithymia, and antipathy from the side of an empath with scientific connotations aligned with morality and humane values. Magical Fail Abracadabra I lift the veil to an epic fail The cage is gone so is my reality’s scale. I am running from my fears within my tale. Surprise I found them grabbing me by the tail. Outrun by motives I ail under actions that wail: Life breaks those seeking breaks to curtail struggles running without brakes down a trail. My fears are catching up but I’m so frail. I lost my heart beneath hurt’s sail Hiding behind others’ success like mail stashed and forgotten like a folktale. I am no magician just an escapist trying to bail out of a life that’s been an epic fail. Sad part is I am now stuck in my own jail trying to get out before I kick the pail! Inspired by : Steven Universe's song Escapism by theCrewnUniverse & Rebecca Sugar; link on youtube: https://youtu.be/lpVsF8e8NZM Blueish Hues Light fell on her book to light night’s loneliness and show a night lost to sadness over a love lost. Love had fallen out of love. Light fell on her love’s dying light. Casting darkness behind branches casting stars of lament with blues’ branches hiding a castle of sorrows worth hiding. Glowing blueish hues glowing with hurt for whom she can’t be with turn fires that light into fires that burn hearts just like that. Love is a fire curling hearts with love like timbers curling under the fires of like. Author's Notes: The prompt is a blueish night with a girl holding a book to the light curling her toes. This piece is a shadow sonnet reflecting emotions I felt looking at that photo Crimson Heart Care runs through your blood Red with sensitivity and comfort Infused with admiration’s platelets Musing companionship’s cells to Sincerity and dedication that are enjoyed Only by me your best friend. Never did a heart look so red until I saw yours. Author's Notes: Genre : Acrostic Word Count 41 Bio: Pasithea is an impressionist poet who dabbles in art and poetry. She enjoys writing about life and her experiences from different perspectives. She believes in art in poetry as in exploring art to emphasize its role in juicing creativity out of a quill. She enjoys writing poetry in symbolism laced with philosophy and psychology. Combined with varied styles and topics, her motto will always be: poetry is a passionate expression kindled by an impression unlimited by public conviction. To catch more of her work follow her on Instagram @pasitheachan or twitter @pasitheachan and on Ello @ello.co/pasitheaanimalibera where you can find more of her historical fiction and mythological or cultural short stories. A Poetry Showcase by Pasithea Chan Love and Poetry by Pasithea Chan When an Oyster Chokes on its Pearls by Pasithea Chan 4 poems by Pasithea Chan : Daily Revelations, Empty Words, Skylark of the Dark, Aloof A Fevers of the Mind Quick-9 Interview with Pasithea Chan
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