Tuesday, March 9, 2021

Monsters in Love

It scratched its way out the chambers of my heart, whispering, “Close your eyes, my sweet, this night is my gift.” I didn’t always know it, then I felt it, crouched inside me, waiting to jump, drunk on thoughts of pleasure and destruction. I didn’t suspect that it watched me constantly, touching parts of me I knew not, speaking to my blood, telling my flesh, “It is the only way, to demonstrate love is to make it—with soul, with teeth, with tongue. Open your body. I am meant to be free, not a slave to what you think you know of me. Let me breathe. I can’t make you feel good, if you aren’t ready for bad. What do you say?”

love can be
a monster, or not—
be prudent


- this is a collaboration inspired by my stitched blackout, “Love can be a monster, or not” and the contributions listed below. Thank you, everyone. If you do not see your name/comment, and you contributed when I asked, worry not… this is the first of 3. Also, I tweaked (genders, tenses) and/or mixed similar ideas, in order to make them fit.

 Anna - “Ah” he breathes “this night is my gift to you”

@an_urban_elf - Listen to what I say unto you: the only way to demonstrate love is to make it.

@mariemoth - “I didn’t know it and one day I discovered it in a corner of my heart. Crouched. Waiting to jump to destroy me…”

@microgirl3 - He watched her constantly.

Rosemary - “Close your eyes,” he whispers.

@s.haina.writes - And scratch its way out the chambers of your heart

@travcollins_ - Love is free but I have become a slave to you and I can not breathe.

 
- for Poets and Storytellers United (Weekly Scribblings #60: Troubled Relationships).

29 comments:

  1. This is true to humans, Magaly. But it's not all in the male's coaxing, and if young trouble can start (often the girl has lied about her age, I've seen that on several occasions). Your black out poetry is good, I like your visuals too.
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    1. I'm not quite sure what a exchange between someone and the first stirrings of love have to do with girls lying about their age or males cajoling them, but that's the intriguing thing about of interpretation I suppose. They aren't always as clear from the outside...

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    2. Oh, and thank you for your words about my blackout poetry, Jim. :-)

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  2. What wondrous things you have done with the suggestions! Honoured to be included.

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  3. *jumping up and down applauding* a breathe we all need to take XXX

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  4. A fruitful collaboration, Magaly. I love what you did with the contributions – truly monstrous - and the ambiguity of the haiku.

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  5. Interesting. Have a nice Wednesday. Be Safe

    (✿◠‿◠)

    much love...

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  6. I am not sure about love being a monster but it can certainly get out of control.

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    1. Some monsters can be extremely controlled. Just like many chaotic monsters aren't monstrous at all. Love (and life) can be such a fantastic mess.

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  7. What a cool way to create a poem! And the result is great!

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  8. This is nothing short of amazing, what you have done with other's words. Taking them into your mind and bringing them back out in a stream of personal thought. I sometimes wonder what a poet thinks when they write, because when I do, it's always about something i am picturing, or feeling, or have experienced. You know. This poem is beautiful, and to me, sensually beautiful. Not just borrowed words strung together, but an emotion these words have created within you, and inked out.

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    1. I think most of us spill our feels and experiences into our writing. This is, I think, why collaborations are both tricky and rewarding--the writer needs to figure out how to use the offered words in a way that satisfies the emotions of the collaborators and the writer.

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  9. Your blackout poetry is always an amazement to me. What an innovative way to express your thoughts, and what talent to find them in the words of others!

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    1. Thank you, Bev. Blackout poetry feels like active meditation to me.

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  10. How can you have good without bad? One must balance the other but I love how this all stems from one... It comes from within. Clawing its way out. Fighting something within oneself can be either subjugating or liberating.

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    1. So very true. In the end, it comes down to choice.

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  11. Love is no dramas with someone who helps you to peg out the washing.

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  12. This is fantastic.
    In my life, I found that I confused lust and abuse with love more often than not. At this point in my life, I prefer to be without what passes for "love" and wouldn't know what to do with the romantic type of love even if it was real. I prefer platonic friendships and those are difficult enough to maintain.

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    1. If the love isn't real, then we don't have a thing. Best stick with what works and doesn't hurt.

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  13. You know how much I love, love your blackout poems ... the art. This is one of your most sensuous best!!!

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  14. Amazing!!! This is fantastic my friend! Big Hugs!

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