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[sophieloves]

the sea runs sweet, smooth, deep
hope unfoolish carried on the breeze
fills my sails
stirring me

 

[vampiredust]

Fennel

Unlike most vegetables,
fennel has to ripped
apart to get at its smell.
It was grown to be split
open, for fingers to smell
its aniseed core
and then cook it slowly,
letting the bitter taste
infuse its surroundings.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

Yuck aniseed !!

 

[sophieloves]

how is it i feel
his smile through this screen
a sunlit shaft
lighting up my life?

 

[CicatrixESP]

That moment. Once.
Once. It happens.
Happens. Words lyrical.
Lyrical, your words.
Words, undo me.
Me. Somehow, undeserving.
Undeserving, yet blessed
Blessed. Your kiss.
That moment.
Momentous.

 

[CicatrixESP]

Who shot me?
I was here. Standing.
Then there she was.
My heart in her hand,
A wicked grin.
The cynic says: she'll cast it down...
...dash it into a thousand pieces.
Dogeared veteran, you were surprised
when she tucked into her coat...
...and cherished it.

 

[sophieloves]

ride the muse bareback
if she bucks
grip tighter with your thighs
grab a hold of her manelet your heels rake her sides

why do i wanna call out 'Yee-ha!"? lol

 

[Tathagata]

.....

 

[sophieloves]

his eyes betray no indication
of the ghost dance
going on


this is scary - who knows what's going on inside the heads of others walking alongside us, sharing the same restaurant, bar...

 

[UnderYourSpell]

They are out there ..... and breediing .....

 

[RhymeFairy]

only occasionally
does he allow the constant soliloquy
that plays like Muzak in his head
to escape into our world
clutching cut crystal
ice rattles jingles sings
shamanically
mixing with
and calling forth
ancient spirits
he paces the rhythm
around the room
tapping jerking
ejaculating "fucks"
and " sons of bitches'
which hang
dripping blue
on pastoral green
wallpaper

then all is quiet
his eyes betray no indication
of the ghost dance
going on
atop his brain

chilling and wonderful in the same breathe.
More, more more please. I am fast becoming
your stalker, lol

 

[unapologetic]

Yesterday's misery still
fresh on my sleeve
for all to see, at which to gawk.
I'd change my shirt, but
that wouldn't change a thing.
The memory of the pain
would still remain
indelibly etched on the
retinas of my audience.
As irrevocably permanent
as my name change.

 

[manipulatrix]

.....

 

[tungtied2u]

he rambles from room to room
uncertain of his purpose
passing the past hanging
upon the wall, reminders
of mountains climbed
mantras chanted
revolving mirrors and Murphy beds
sunshine reflected down
into empty light wells

no longer able to feel the warmth
he draws the blinds, blocks
out the one time world
cocoons himself
in a world of never was,
never will be and waits
as expectations dissolve
like Alka Seltzer in water

another dose of medicine
designed to alleviate the hangover
from too much want
but not enough willpower
to resist the temptation
of touching holding and hoping

the furniture grows musty
dishes keep company in the sink
paint flakes from the ceiling
his soul shrinks into itself
no longer able to stir emotion
to find reason to emerge
into the world of promise
and possibility, he stares
into the abyss, opens his arms
and willingly falls forward

 

[drown]

where were you
when
yesterday was here
?

she spun,

from
tan stucco
to
east la;

better
vista for thought.​

it wasn't a message.

his call​

it was an annoyance.

 

[DV81]

interesting thread

 

[RhymeFairy]

he rambles from room to room
uncertain of his purpose
passing the past hanging
upon the wall, reminders
of mountains climbed
mantras chanted
revolving mirrors and Murphy beds
sunshine reflected down
into empty light wells

no longer able to feel the warmth
he draws the blinds, blocks
out the one time world
cocoons himself
in a world of never was,
never will be and waits
as expectations dissolve
like Alka Seltzer in water

another dose of medicine
designed to alleviate the hangover
from too much want
but not enough willpower
to resist the temptation
of touching holding and hoping

the furniture grows musty
dishes keep company in the sink
paint flakes from the ceiling
his soul shrinks into itself
no longer able to stir emotion
to find reason to emerge
into the world of promise
and possibility, he stares
into the abyss, opens his arms
and willingly falls forward

omg ... this is not only beautiful but heart warming
to this mistyeyed muse who climbs

the forest wall, while sinking
into her deep oblivion of
pass the bottle, there has to be more

to life.





keep'm coming TT2U ... life redeems
dreams, while playing cat 'n mouse
with us mortals, who try to take, one day
at 'ah time.

 

[CicatrixESP]

the comforting cliche that rounds the coarse edges
slip glibly off the tongue dying deaths before a sound is heard,
and so why write this down, this word i write written
a thousand times with as meanings as ever written?
cleansing angels with dirty faces
and smearing them back the next
with this word
so written
full of meaning yet in the wrong hands meaningless
yet still full of meaning this word
i fear it to embrace it
as i fear it to repel it
and we cannot live without it.
this word of which i write.

 

[sophieloves]

cup it gently
in palms made for grieving
a smile a psalm a mantra breathing

as pure as light
as soft as air
yet light can burn
and air can blow you away

put your hands to your mouth
swallow it quick
now look at your hands

are they empty?

 

[UnderYourSpell]

The grass beneath your feet
turns to the broken litter
of anothers life,
who trod the road before you.
Even the air expelled from
lungs long gone,
dulls your heart to the trees
hung with the tattered leaves
of autumn,
leading to a dank dark winter.
Advance vernal equinox.

 

[sophieloves]

then step with sympathetic feet
the littered road of broken hopes
walk as if you dreaming sleep
eyes closed, you'll see the way

 

[UnderYourSpell]

awwwww that's nice

 

[UnderYourSpell]

It seems like another world or time
and it was far away .. my child world.
I write it down and reread it as if
someone else wrote it and it makes me sad.
A child beaten and abused,
I reach out to her offer her sympathy
but I know it's not enough
will never be enough.
The hurt has gone too deep
and though buried still comes back
to haunt.
Cry no tears will wash it away.

 

[tungtied2u]

Musing about mortality may help
pass time, seem harmless
until one stares into the mask
of death hovering over you shoulder

then that sudden chill you feel
will not be stilled by blankets
or warm words of comfort
or familial arms holding tight

they cannot keep you
from the inevitable encounter
you thought to sway by saying
how ready and fearless you are

but when tomorrow is uncertain
closing eyes cannot be put off
long enough, and each breath is drawn
slowly as if it might be the last

 

[RhymeFairy]

I have to keep fighting
this feeling. Our love
keeps my head above water
I tread softly trying to make

ends meet while I dream,
love, wish with all my heart
and soul, to be

with you. while my family, friends
turn tide and make me doggy paddle
HIS way. I love you. My every wish
is to set sail, glide
your way. Please map me out
like you always do. Come

save me, for you are my want
my every need but keep watch on the clock
for the sharks circle and lay in wait
to net

my heart
and spear me down. sinking,
blurring into nothingness, seem-lessly
neutral, until you appear, on the horizon.




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