Echoing in a room of memories
Struggling to understand themselves
Words stuck on a ruined tongue
Aiming to become anew
Benefits of a scam
Of a game
Of a plan
But the benefits of a failure?
That's one to undermine your proficiency
Not excluding the fact that your allocation of thoughts are all over the place
Varying off center
But carried efficiently
Like the assumption of happiness
Of trust and honesty
Subtle hints that should not be ignored
Regardless of the fact that you're in another's door
And i'm highlighting the points that should have stood out
Screaming, get out.
Yes it is, go slam poetry
†† Dead Roses in her hair,††
Same color as her steady blush;
On her tiptoes, arms extended to be closer to the world, high & wonder less.
She liked moments but loved when they were like this.
Though the rose decayed the thorns remained ever prickly,
Reminding her that she still felt pain.
With a crooked, silken smile and an incentive the rose will be 'live.
the representative of insensitive
needs what kind of incentive?
to be bigger than this without risking intention?
i’m wishing she’d listen
how I wish she would l i s t e n
to the thoughts that i drop on her deaf comprehension
she swallows discretion
she f o r g e t s to mention
about her horns that grow thorns
that envelope her dimensions
Existing, creating, remaining
In constant correspondence with
Fluorescent phantoms stalking
hypnogogic images of
Past selves spilled upon
A marble plane universe.
Fractals of shattered ether,
to touch an all,
Indescribably content with systematically
Rapidly engaging in disengagement.
Division of conscious accessibility,
Lately less than half.
Mundane introductions to despairs,
The residual stillness.
Folk compilations of concepts fabricating
Inquiries into legends of incentive for
Existing, creating, remaining.
I am the breath you exhale
That sends dandelion seeds asail.
To you, a momentary pleasure,
While it gives my life new measure.
You've plucked me from home,
Blew me into the unknown.
I might be a seed under your boot,
My existence could seem moot.
But next summer, when you've lost incentive
In momentary pleasures, no longer attentive,
I'll be in full bloom.
Pick me up, I'll rebound again soon.
Intend for miracles
end up in tears
Abated of feelings
trials lasting years
I know I simmer
when I slightly stir
But add more flavor
The allspice, life
and try to concur
In its essence
Relaxed to dine
and drink fine red wine
exceptional and approachable
with a tight velvety dress
You know you find
uncovered if you try
true lasting impressions
far far far from dry