~ 17

scratch my skin it's a lively wire
with absent eyes pulsating bodies
like a newborn teal tarnishing raw devour
because cinder you faux fire
choking ridges like concrete luxury
that cryptic junctures glow exterior
innocence because the nerves in my organs
are burning , intriguing scotch
to observe my 1960's theme

- G
~ 17

scratch my skin it's a lively wire
with absent eyes pulsating bodies
like a newborn teal tarnishing raw devour
because cinder you faux fire
choking ridges like concrete luxury
that cryptic junctures glow exterior
innocence because the nerves in my organs
are burning , intriguing scotch
to observe my 1960's theme

- G
Glass
Glass
2 days ago

Sapphire you are
the subtle hesitation
to mere blood lemonade sunshine
that leeches are screeching
irises to ember, lilac, magenta,
mediocre mauve, however
no one can hear me
in a lime - light throat
that I have emerged
into ash-berries  
with bones of skeptical
bitter skinned peculiar
rubies questioning
"ymbryne fraudulent  adjectives of
psyche - delicate
tongues"
like opaquely - catafalque
is mundane to crimson
macabre
entities


- G

A Ymbryne (pronounced im-brin) is a female Syndrigast who can manipulate time and can take the form of a bird.
I  got inspiration from the novel Tales of the Peculiar and Gabriel burns :)
Glass
Glass
4 days ago

Cocoon this is reality
in an empty space
unlocked & flawed
like bleach is increasingly scenic
diluting with calamity,
revolving on arthritis
reticent jaws
like the phlegmatic ambiance
is brusque
it's vast unblemished didactic
sincerity because
" I am a cognizance
of petrified mimetic landscapes"
that I slammed the car door
resonating indulgent concrete
even though I might not be
venturing my hips
in an alluring angle or
softly sighing
"why are the rims of my eyes not
beautiful?"


- G

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v1UldBgl67M
Glass
Glass
Mar 16

antihero blush
Dionysus mausoleum
"I am opaque to your
rendezvous glamorized bass"
like vowels dais to ankles
eluding bestial auguries
because the perusal
is an assassin , patient
to irritation  & tongues
are clinical carrion
deaf political
leather journals
on my collarbones
knowing "I fell in love"


- G

https://soundcloud.com/geoffsauve/sets/soaked-in-gold-ep
#love   #poem   #poetry   #metaphor   #dark   #blush   #agony   #tango   #vowel  
Glass
Glass
Mar 15

silky gardenia
ember clarifies
irises of
vanilla lotus
on dewy chapped lips
like plum
palettes bathing
in charcoal crepuscular
blood - relation
knives that unholy rusted
steel has encased
lethal privileges
because at times I do not
feel heavenly
even though
you are a savior
a skin -tight chest
aperture cliche to
invariable
hypergraphia


- G

#poetry   #metaphor   #dark   #charcoal  
Glass
Glass
Mar 2

filigree
eternal torpor
are tasting roots
of ascendancy
personifying effective
splintered love letters
that my eulogy is
shrouding charcoal eyes with warm
coffee - colored
charms,
succulent to rubies
because it feels like we have met
and all the clues seem so true
in an ineradicable stitch


- G

May be we did meet in Chicago 1883
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KG0I_M-Tiq4
#love   #poetry   #metaphor   #coffee  
Glass
Glass
Feb 23

There are monsters
choking vodka
into my hip bones
like skeletons
crawling into
unnecessary authorities
that unhealthy juice is
exhaling isolation
of ingrained
crippling grits of teeth
because unquenchable thirst
is my figurative
nonsense
obscuring delirium resonance
glistening calcium nature
defining “ambrosia is a
ghost protruding my eyelids”


- G

A lot of people ask me "How do you write these poems that are so vocabulary strong with strong  messages?" Well I admire people from a far , I have gone through some things myself during my life even though I am still young, but that's not the point because age , race , doesn't describe us. I write poetry because it's my therapy , not even my fucking therapy my best friend.  
Writing is a way to express our thoughts and that is all I do
but may be drinking coffee helps too because who know's my coffee might talk to me , anyways i'm rambling now , but yeah sometimes my poetry is very hard to understand, but that's the point , there is a story between every line, every word
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KHCWHw-sbeo
Glass
Glass
Feb 20

reservoir
impostures of infernal
quadrille melt with
crackling limbs
like mists of acquiescent
lurid leeches
gnawing on wrathful liver
cruelly enslaving the clouds
silently humming to alternative
sunsets that
vapor is tightening pores
on roman candles
alluring aurora's
over my breasts
because blood is rushing
through my spine
fashioning my depressive
altar


- G

Hey if anyone wants to message me
don't be afraid to :)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2IeyrEUkBSk
 
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