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I have always known you
Stranger,
In this whirling tavern,
Where life is plasmic.

You speak with sweetest
Nothings,
In my groping, deaf ears,
Where sense is non.

And now we are laying
Hollow,
On this letted, fresh bed,
Without any clues.

Your are plain, beautiful
Stranger,
Your hands ply my soul,
As bees on dry flower.
Solfadri Feb 2020
Spots of blinding light glance off the river
Reflecting apollo's fiery descent
From the west enrobed in smoky silver
Luna begins to carefully ascend

She whistles violet purple black and blue
To chase her brother's chariot away
Painting the world a sparkling darker hue
She unfolds glist'ning night as if to say:

It is I the giver of the earth's rest
That you with little faith have letted fear
And spurred yourselves with stories un-celeste:
Lies from my brothers mouth and to your ear.
This hour go out and put the truth to test!

In dark alone the soul will find repose
A tune of cosmic peace does black compose.
Sonnet
On Tuesdays I dream of moon-soaked swims among bay-big moons
Silver saucered jellyfish that ripple through our hands
Wednesday nights are underground-
Straight whiskey at the Cantab beneath a canopy of Marlboros and Parliaments
(I’m imagining the cigarettes-
I’ve always romanticized death)
I only think of Sunfish on Thursdays,
Just a single sheet and us and the water
And the thought that we are propelled by more
Than the wind and less than physics.
Fridays are midnight walks through Central Square-
That tree on JFK by the metal gate,
The cab I chased after. Your jacket.
I awake early on Saturdays to your blue wall
And freshly made yerba, lectures on nonlinear differentials.
On Sundays we sleep late,
Wrapped in sub-letted sheets
Waiting for your lease to end before Sunday does.
The ground is gone on Mondays, the sidewalk on Sydney street has crumbled
I feel first-trimester-morning-sick
And the sky is dinosaur-ending dark, thick with resentment.

On Tuesdays I dream of moon-soaked swims among bay-big moons
Silver saucered jellyfish that ripple through our hands
Sandile JUNIOUR Jun 2015
that beatiful smile that
you have you would make my day
full with joy everytime i saw you smile
my heart would jump out of joy
my body would feel like dancing
that beautiful smile
that i letted go
but i still keep that beautiful  smile in memory
for it gets me thru tough times and rough times
that beautiful smile that kills me inside when i peep at your profil pics that beautiful smile
that shined brighter then the sun she so bezzar so independent
my thought of that beautiful smile
starts my day
#sj # missing you alot
# beauty in you
Your words were sad,
And your expression of stone.
I waited and waited,
For your text on my phone...

A beacon you were,
To my darkness you shone.
Etched in my brain,
In every bone...

You were the winter
To my autumn glow,
That covered my branches,
With soft snow...

Passing down these city streets,
I see you in every window i look through..
And it breaks me piece by piece,
How would i look at myself, when even there i see you...

Only a month it was
Since i got to know you.
And i cherish every moment,
Every conversation every view...

Tortured by your absence,
I wanted someone to take this life...
God why you did this..?
She meant more then my life...

On the elevator
I told myself she is long gone...
Convincing myself
There is no reason to live on...

As i took those heavy steps,
Towards the edge an inch away...
I took a last final breath,
Only to realize it was already taken away...

So without a remorse
I letted it go...
But somehow i founded myself
On my bedroom floor...

It was only a nightmare
i thought to myself
I was not letting you go
i told myself...
So say you wont let go.....
Seán Mac Falls Jun 2019
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We drove to the wild poppy fields,
Lost and opened under felt sun,
To picnic in solemn spent wonder
And celebrate new founded love.

Teapot rains came whispering in—
The skies blue up a clouded mood
And old mist rose in lighted eyes,
To stark sheet of uncovered brood.

We talked of one day, this day now,
As we laid with the lovelorn flowers,
A day for pictures, unmarked boxes,
How droplets grew to cold showers.

We broke down then and took leave,
Of letted time in tiers now dead—
There under cathedral glass of sun,
Our cut love smoked in poppyhead.
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Poppyhead: a raised ornament often in the form of a finial generally used on the tops of the upright ends of seats in Gothic churches.
unnamed Jun 2017
i told him i loved him
i lied
i knew i lied
not right away
but eventually,
i did

he showered me
with his so called love
but all i gave him
was what i thought
was love

he did love me though
well from what he said
i believed him
after the way
i've been acting
im pretty sure he did

i dont know
how i letted it go
but somehow
i didn't love him no more
Sandile JUNIOUR Sep 2015
the wind is blowing
the sun is shinning
the clouds are gathering themselves
and leaving
that makes me wonder
about about my love for
that girl I letted go

the trees are growing
the stars are shinning
the atmosphere is changing
i feel like I did the wrong thing
ms unknown why do I regret
what I did

the rainbow is colourful
the ocean is bright
the earth is rotating
I feel like there is a murk
over my head loose such
a soul and gain nothing
Ms unknown why did you
let this happen have
you forgoten our times
that we've shared
I try to move on but my heart
wont let go it wants nothing but
you

the fire burns
I still confess my wrongs
you know them all but my apologies for
getting fad up with being quiet
imma use what you've tough
me as positive forse
and get your attention
and I hope you will pay attention
Cz my soul is restless
need you back but is it too late ?
or do I still have time ?
#it got the best of me
#need u in my arms #im late
theorizes, surmises, realizes, outlandish notions
   manifesting gibberish inside frangible egghead,
especially when attempting tip ply words struggling
   to describe abstract whims fed
by fancy, groovy, heady indefinable
   mind boggling ideas they weigh like a led
zeppelin inside gray matter squeezed

   to the max like a sponge dark red
when saturated with near incomprehensible
   thought processes that attempt to shed
light on cosmic principles, yet lack
   mathematical familiarization wed
did with advanced studies in astrophysics (trace
sing pinball erratic mental reverberations
   leaves me stupefied) about mysteries of space
time continuum, quantum mechanics,

   and even how my existence came about
   since the presence of human race
whereat random
   evolutionary circumstances took place
on planet (un) fit Earth analogous
   to skien woven of sateen lace

via some invisible hand weaving
   world wide webbed warp and sub woof
   fur wrought primordial miracles
   ranked (within schema by human primates)
   as zen amazingly grace
full promenade,
   per multivarious species, now one Janus face
sing self destruction duet hoo

   weapons of mass destruction can erase
entire range comprising terresrial biota
   unable to escape original weeknd update
   with Jane Curtain, and Chevy Chase,
and according to Stephen Hawking the base
sic global web spun via **** Sapiens
   will lose role as topdog
   ousted from twittering, spotifying reddit queue
   over stayed plenti potentiary pinnacle,
   oracle outlook netzero for mankind as ace

forced to relinguish role,
   sans self anointed supreme beast
(what a beauty this bipedal hominid),
   whose surging population didst increased
the process toward total vaporous xfinity zapped –
   frankly tubby sub letted and leased
to another organism
   not needing tubby policed.

— The End —