(Featured) An Experimental Foray Into Acceptance

Hello everyone! Today is the first day that All You Need Is Unicorns is featuring original work by other writers. We don’t own any of these works, we just want to share these works with you with their permission. We’re going to be doing this every Friday, so it will be called #featurefriday!

We love the idea of sharing ideas and thoughts and art. We love the inspiration that others’ words give to our own creativity.

If you’d like your poetry featured on our site, feel free to send us some poetry, prose, haikus, lyrics, art, whatever floats your fancy.

So, it is with great pleasure that we showcase this first piece. We think it is fantastic. Let us know what you think!

An Experimental Foray Into Acceptance

The taste of bitter gourd is a stale pale
Scorch of yesteryear’s fire in my taut mouth
Along with hard things that were left unsaid
I press my cheeks inside making more spit
Letting go easy-down my throat the words
That used to explain you (heartbeat, heart-keep)
Willing hard for tasteless saliva to
Neutralize the newly rough tang of them
My tongue moves restlessly towards sweetness
Without even knowing where sweetness would
Again come, and soon as I’ve rid the un-
Pleasant intruder on my buds (you were)
I take another bite of the melon
And swallow more, more down, down the gullet

Jasmine-Green Milk Tea is a simple poet who enjoys the simple things in life, which includes good food, good liquor and good vibes 🙂  Check out their website at: http://poem.icecreamsoup.net

(Poem) Look Alive

Make a move, you said
Couldn’t hear you past
the hair in your eyes
It seemed to always fall
At inopportune moments

It was 11am
The warmth of the lazy sun
Reaching our slippers
We both sip our coffee
Trying to forget
That love hurts

We had been at this for three hours
Going in circles
Making promises, promises
But in our attempt to dig at each other
We were simply throwing light grenades

Are you in? you asked
And in that moment
Of disheveled hair
I wanted to say I miss you
I don’t know where we went
But we were far from the good

I took another sip of coffee
That I didn’t really need
Closed my eyes
To remember your smile lines
The adolescents we had been

When I lay my cup on the glass table
The rays lit the cup, solo
As I had been for the last three hours
Just me in my slippers
Arguing with memories

Maybe you are in a nebula
Maybe
It was still nice to know you

I walk away
Leaving the cup to catch the sun
Because I could use more light
Right about now
Pardon me
It’s time for me to make myself

 

 

Inspiration taken from one of my favorite bands. Can you guess who? Also, if you were to be inspired by your favorite band, what would you write? Leave a comment or Contact Us to submit your work–you may win a chance to be featured!

(Poem) Breathe

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When we’re born
We
breath
Gasp for air
Into tiny, miniscule lungs
Then we learn the rhythm
Of it
An in and out
Expand and contract
Unconscious mostly
But there
are times
When it’s purposeful
Or all-encompassing
A
slow
draw…
An. Anxious. Staccato.
A LABORED EXHALE
A wh-wh-eeze
An excited gasp!
And we take
This simple
Life
Perpetuating Mechanism
For
Granted
Until one day
We take
our
l
a
s
t

Prompt: Breathe. What would you do with the same prompt? How does this poem change when you read it out loud? Leave a comment or Contact Us to submit your work–you may get a chance to be featured!

Don’t forget to breathe, guys. You got this. You’re fabulous.

(Poem) How High, You Say?

It’s not that we can’t fight
Or forgot how
Not that we’re not strong
Holding up our worlds
Theirs, yours, his, hers
With a smile on our face
And when you say “Jump”
We say “Sure, let me pencil that in”
Mostly happy to oblige
Struggling to keep our heads up
And the water reaches our waist
We shout “Stop! Wait!”
We taste salt
Something suddenly feels wrong
Don’t understand how
This love, this gift, this work
Became tainted
Wrecked
It’s not all our fault
But we cannot pass the blame
It’s a choice, it always is
And sometimes
When we lose the will to fight
We gotta figure out what’s wrong
Send an SOS
Put our pride away
To point at the lump in our throat
Acknowledge its existence
To know
Things may not be the same
Things will shift
We learn to hold the irreplaceable
Instigate the change
To put on our gloves
To float like a butterfly
To sting like a motherfucking bee
To change our life
Find the will
And when you say “Jump”
We’ll already be jumping
To the next stone
One day looking back
At all the stones we’ve crossed
All the fights we’ve fought

This poem was written during a stressful time, when I was going through a period of burnout. I ended up doing what was best for me and taking my self-care more seriously. I’m still at a point in my life where I’m struggling, but I appreciate the ending of this. It’s very me, ever the optimist.

What poem would you write, if you were in a dark place? If you were struggling? Leave a comment or Contact Us to submit your poem with a chance to be featured!

(Poem) Sing oh sing

That melodious tune
I heard it once before
Didn’t know I was listenin’
So I tried to ask for more.

You jumped, surprised
Who am I to impose
But your sweet song
Had me tappin’ my toes.

Turning your head
Took one look at me
Maybe you were scared
Decided to flee.

I wish you could understand
But I’m gibberish to you
So I lied myself down
In the hay and just mooed.

Prompts used: melodious, hay, took. What would you write given these prompts? Leave a comment or Contact us to submit your work–you may be featured!

To poetry or not to poetry? WAIT–YES.

She wasn’t born herself
she found herself
over a long
and treacherous road
and the more treacherous
the road became
the more of
herself
she found.

-Atticus

Work in progress.

This site will be dedicated to original works of poetry, random musings, and stuff to motivate you when you don’t have a unicorn.  But if you have a unicorn, well, you’re good.  ‘Cuz all you need is unicorns.

If you’d like to submit your poetry to be considered for the site, do so below.

Looking forward to the wonderful word vomit!

Or something.  Or whatever.  Just write something.

Glitter is awesome.