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ice cold winter++The leaves stroke palms with each other,
in the gentle arctic breeze, dancing
to nature's rhythm.
The sun, redundant,
but still gleaming through the glass clouds, triumph,
crashing through the frost,
splitting and saving the serenity,
boasting it's beauty over continents.
Snowflakes falling, winter debris,
settling on the surface, to sleep and,
to not awake until the first bouts of Spring.
when the snow will melt,
and the fog will fade,
and the ice and the cold will both hide away.
Until winter comes again,
to crack the October mild,
and freeze us,
like statues in the sun.
But until next winter,
this one's just begun.
PerpetuityIt feels like years have flown,
since the seeds of forever were sown,
and the gardens of eternity were grown.
I grabbed you by the hand,
fed you words you'd never understand.
Our trust and devotion were new,
but so rapidly they grew,
and the garden the world once knew,
Our vines stretch to the skies,
and continue to rise, even today,
they tickle the stars a lifetime away.
on your voyage to felicity,
with no vessel but the butterfly wings on your back
to guide you home.
Your atlas is amongst the stars,
routes of silver rivers, and diamond constellations in the sky,
to follow as you fly.
And when you reach the radiant splendour,
through your night-time tunnel of eternal abyss,
You'll fall like platinum rain to the floor,
when your wings are too weak to soar.
My Mouth, a GraveyardI buried my words
under my tongue
& turned my teeth
Here lies hello,
too shy to be uttered,
just left to wither
while my fingers tapped out
& here lies goodbye,
so scared of being alone,
it left the roads between
me and we empty.
Love died the day my
heart started beating,
when it pumped out
too much sense &
not enough courage.
Sorry was found murdered,
its meaning stolen,
the day it would have been
I smothered help with my claims
that I didn’t need it,
then I forgot how to breathe
& no one could see it.
My mouth became a cemetery,
& I chewed on petals
to keep the smell away,
but no matter how many
happy poems I recite,
my words I can’t revive.
a lover's observations.when you asked me to define love,
i answered with this.
i. a collection of sighs
by remembered dreams
and rapid heartbeats
ii. fingertips on knuckles
and the hugging of thumbs
iii. making silverware
on the mattress
in the company of the stars
iv. exchanging dialogue
with our mouths shut
and our eyes open
v. cheekbones and crow's feet
vi. turning every what if
into a reality
when i asked you to describe love,
you took the answer from my mouth
with your lips.
Of BlissKissing daffodils sway,
serenaded by the waver of
faces blushing bright
as the sunlight
the beauty's in the leavingRead aloud here.
sweetheart, let's head out. let's
drink up the desert asphalt and that last bottle
of johnny walker blue--
one last toast to the copper sunsets,
to the good earth. a pair of
tailgate stargazers, you and i:
roaming curves across the glove compartment map, until
every foldline is worn flannel-soft
and it'd rather stay open
let's forget route sixty-six. let's forget
and pick up terra cotta dust--
breathe in the mojave. let's pretend
that the world's already ended
and it's just us.
let's leave the door unlocked
Dandelion's Lamentthe warm spring wind
gives me life
no one desires to defend;
they call me Weed,
stomping me down
to the level of Crabgrass
and Poison Oak,
although I harm none
with my meager
I can grant your wishes
as your cold breath
sends shivers down my
stem; I can
thrive on the dream-fields
of children, who still
call me Flower.
confessionalthey say sad girls change their hair color
and forgive their monsters.
i change my morals
and become one.
you need to have a plan...so here's to
to some forgotten shore.
2. fall desperately in love with
i. the ocean
ii. the sky
iii. the honey sunrise and
iv. the steelgray winter dawn.
soul-deep into the water and
4a. search out the requisite words
i. from behind white and blue curtains
ii. and underneath clam shells
iii. and in the wakes of fishing boats, and
4b. pluck them from the ceaseless
scrawls of sunlight
against the slopes of waves.
5. make time for
ii. and other
Cookerymy blender does not understand
"Accept My Gift of Pineapple
Thou Foul Beast!"
this is a blood sacrifice
and she is sadly unreceptive
I begin the main course
I have cupboards full of words
quick brown foxes
I have half a mind (no, three-fourths of a mind)
to sauté them
the golden eggs
more difficult to crack
than I had thought they would be
(forge? My stove doesn't get
I will spice the adjectives with
I will verb these nouns
throw in a voodoo doll or
tulips! Two! Lips!
Crack open a maraca
and sell you some rhythm
Oh you will love this
you will devour this
You will get up and dance to this
I do not understand
rising from the riverit's one of the drowned days; those that drag
like hooks through a river,
turning dead things
belly-up on your shores. listen.
i am listening. to name it lover,
this ripening ache stretched
between us; to know
what it is you carry. you
are a deep silence gardened
by ghosts; hanging
from the hinges of a sprawled
elsewhere. (they are here
still, pacing the long brim
of your memory around
to the long brim of mine.)
i too have been drowning.
if not by one stone,
then another. the autumn quiet
of the body
in bed. this language named skin,
beast, temple, home. underwater,
you open your mouth; amniotic
void of unspeaking, horizontal
trespass from dark to dark.
lover, i would kiss
your ghosts. the spinning prayer
of my mouth taking their poison
into mine. secrets
blooming there, blooming dark
like strangers. we sleep now. dream
ourselves against them, dancing. promise
the space of your breath worth more
than its abandoning, the static stain
that crawls you out to sea.
AtlantisOur ships float close under sunlit skies,
hovering above Atlantis.
We claimed the ocean miles as our own,
an underwater district which we would call home.
Suffocate with Neptune,
as heavens burst through violet haze.
splits the nebula, infinite space,
and explosions in a faraway place.
And when the sun should close its eyes,
you'll sail afar.
To climb electric vines,
and lay in the arms of the storm.
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