fireplace

she moved
across the apartment
painting it with her conversation
and beautiful self-expression
that was
in itself
an overwhelming feeling
of exotic warmth
like arabic writing

and her smile
became our fireplace.


-mrnoodles

loneliness needs company

we traveled
together for a while
in shallow waters

until she abruptly left
without whispering a word
into a clearing

surrounded
by dense forests
of responsibilities

and the overwhelming
suffocating realization
that this is all there is

-mrnoodles.poetry

a rude awakening

his heart exited the palace
through a silk door
away from the fear and pain
of a pounding corridor
that shook framed memories
from their lofty perches
where only crashing hopes
could awaken the golem inside.

-mrnoodles.poetry

childhood

trained by the sounds of running boots
his duty became not to accept
the culmination of a claustrophobic
animated bedroom
that had worn his marrow thin
from years of passive aggression
and now his memories
huddle together like grave people
with sunken features
smiling at each other
like deserted wreckages
finally resurfacing
from the crushing depths
of life in a skinny home
full of strangers.

~mrnoodles

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this tree

doesn’t belong to any individual bird

but to all birds

yet

when the eagle lands

they all scatter

in a panicked flutter.

well, it’s not quite, how do you say? fully functional, but it moves! [~1]

this a just a short blurb, a sharing of a thought I had, a brain-fart of sorts.

my journey of writing began from an early age, I was always sitting with a pen and a book, crafting stories of far off places where no man had yet stepped foot, of wild adventures that had no end, but it wasn’t until I was 17 that I started dabbling with poetry.

tbh with you, and yes I expect you to laugh, but as all kids born in the early 90’s i actually wanted to grow up to be a rapper, which of course went swimmingly when I shared my new dream with my middle class suburban foster parents.

and seeing as I’m not a famous rapper by now you can see I soon gave up with that pursuit. All jokes aside though I wasn’t drawn to rap as a status thing or anything like that, why I loved it was that it was this new and imaginative way of expressing your thoughts and showing people who you were and what you were about. I did pursue it for quite some time, and my old music is still on SoundCloud, but I stopped writing lyrics when I began to feel boxed and caged in by this form of expression I once loved. I felt trapped by the beat, now I was sitting trying to shape words to fit a certain tempo etc and it began to feel like a job and so I stopped writing bars and started writing poetry as I had done when I was 17.

although now I was rusty with writing poetry I started off slowly, like most new poets, making terrible mistakes and writing even worse poetry, but I persevered, as I really do love writing, and after alot of reading, and writing, I began to develop my own style and taste and I have been writing ever since. I can say that without a doubt, I have never before, ever, poured so much of my time, attention, and soul into anything as much I have with poetry. It’s my addiction. I have to write, whenever there is a spare moment, I’m consumed by it.

closing off this little ramble, I just wanted to share that my pen name (which I don’t think anyone knows, if you do I’d be super surprised) that I first wrote under was “Lofi thought” then came mrnoodleswrites, mrnoodles, and mrnoodles.poetry 🖤

the art of something new

good evening all you poetry family out there 😊💚

i was thinking that I’d like to expand my writing area (allowing for even more freedom of expression) and include a new set of posts I’ll make throughout the week, about mental health, poetry, writing and much more.

Feedback is what’s wanted as Id love to have our own mental health writing community where we can feel heard and our ideas and our fears respected.

On that note when you see the blog post entitled “well, it’s not quite, how do you say? fully functional.”

Feel free to read it and share your views, feelings and experiences in the comments section.

Thank you 🤟🇿🇦❤️

are you a publisher?

i’m looking for a publisher to help me with creating a poetry ebook, please comment if you are willing to help or give advice. ❤️🤟🥡🇿🇦

painting pictures with words

i’m not as much a poet

as i am a photographer.

it’s always been there

it’s always been there

beneath the surface

scratching

clawing

to get out

like a mouth 

behind a plastic screen

choking

gasping

for one last breath

like a face 

on the other side of the mirror

shouting

screaming

to be understood

it’s always been there

with the prostitutes

in the prisons

in the mental hospitals

with the drugs

poetry was in my blood.

-mrnoodles.poetry