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"I remember your eyes —
          the babe at my breast;
your hand in mine, grass-stained with summer —
          my blackberry brother;
your laughter in my ear —
          my dearest friend of childhood;
your palm steady on my shoulder —
          my storm-laden father;
your iridescent grin —
          my golden-moon uncle;
your cavernous sigh —
          my agéd grandfather;
your breath in my lungs —
          my truest Lover."

Passing through
from form to form,
known from all angles,
lifetimes before lifetimes,
legs spread like a feast,
time and again
to be found.

All the stars
upon which I've wished,
bow down
from the heavens
at your feet:
amnesiac wanderings,
dusty prints
sleepwalking across Eternity
clutching the summer haze of childhood Edens
lost and regained
in the fractured paradise
of forgetting.

The cups run over
with sunflower wine,
dripping melancholy
between the lines
of the myths wherein we reside:
kings, queens, and in-betweens,
re-read, relived
for eons over.

The light has changed,
but falls the same,
draping ghosts
in the last smoke
from yesternight's embers,
the last note
from the bard's lyre,
fluttering lips to lips
at home in every language,
on mortal breath.

Dashed against the rocks,
tales and songs
lay scattered throughout the cobwebbed tomes.
From the ink-painted scrolls
I pick apart
You whom I've known
from the Time-spun spectres
throbbing fractals of blood and bone
along the murkiness
of sunken Archetypes.

Savoring these traces
my embrace waxes full,
and you smile inside me —
the sun, moon, and stars
rising, setting, rising
as I turn inwards to face You
bursting into Light beyond Color.

The Rainbow implodes in spirals
and shade fades to White:
yawning after comets,
grasping after dreams
where we dissolve back
to our native æther,
tails winding through trails,
gentle and reverent
as one would a wild animal,
robed in silent understanding.

Primal grief floods my eyes
with memories of dying gods
and love-murders.

For already do I know
as tears flow
birthing galaxies throughout the universe;
already do I know
that again we must go
there and away,
paper cranes set aflame,
set adrift
down the Milky Way.

Adrifting, we drift
to and fro,
the lantern prayers of another time
washing ashore
lightyears from home
in the cycle of salvation.

Questions and answers
make their rounds
in dialogues beyond querent-observer,
while demons and angels hang,
warnings and accolades
pinned to adorn the astral forests.

And primal grief
blinds my eyes
as again Time stretches before me
its labyrinthine coils
into the gloom
of Presents
past and future.
Pathways shine,
painful and familiar
where my glittering footprints
have paced the geometrics
of loss and searching:
the light has changed,
but darkness falls the same.

Every atom remembers my name,
traversing after fragments of You
rent asunder at the hands of Fate:
Isis after Osiris,
***** after Baldr,
and us
everything we have been
and everyone,
chasing ourselves in circles
around and through the one
then the other.

And how I hold You,
and how I lose You
slipping in the wake of falling stars!

And how I know You,
and how I knew You!

How, by destiny or doom,
we are bound
with scarlet threads.
I still feel your gaze
gleaming bright behind the clouds
you loved so well.
The day you could no longer watch them
scars my heart
with sorrow and repose
that you now float among them.

O Stars! I see you,
would know you anywhere,
anticipating the distance
closing between us,
our reflections growing larger
glimmering back and forth
in the darkness of Eyes.
"After the division the two parts of man, each desiring his other half, came together, longing to grow into one... And when one of them meets with his other half, the actual half of himself, the pair are lost in an amazement of love and friendship and intimacy... yet they could not explain what they desire of one another. For the intense yearning which each of them has towards the other does not appear to be the desire of lover's *******, but of something else of which the soul has only a dark and doubtful presentiment."

— Aristophanes on the soul, excerpted from Plato's "Symposium"
And **** anyone
Who likes
The best high I’ve ever felt
Is the one I get when you tell me
You love me
I love you so much
Hear closely
A sharp cry rises
From afar
Someone is already there
To free me
From the awkward silence
And stony stillness
That grips me
I must move
Take the step forward
Because you're smart, right?
Pretty charming, right?
Love the way the wind whispers and the rain cries.
Love things other than what Girls like.

Because you like bare face, right?
They're a carbon copy, right?
But you, you're a gem in the rough, undiscovered.
You, you're a lifeform with all of nature's secrets.
You, you're much better. [Right?]

You, you're different than those other Girls,

He made me forget how Heartbreaks felt like, until he reminded me himself.
I took it back to June because my heart needed to know: I had to turn the dial back to know if Sreda had any meaning (will Mercury return?): my heart needed to know, and I need Sreda to know: "I miss you."
"And you are my best friend for a reason. The merkabah the reason I am spinning, the reason I am in it: you're my strength, you're my light, you're my friend, and yes, you're my guide." this lil quote is from Mecca Kalani

Neptune trines with you.
They told me
They were sorry
For my loss

But you’re
Not lost
You’re gone

No matter
Where I

To city’s
To town
To countries

I will
Find you
Erin Esterberg
In your eyes, I find a map,
And so far it has led me past the stars
Into a galaxy of happiness and joy,
Through my own heart and into yours,
And it has showed me
Our love is a universe,
Expanding and compounding continuously,
But this expedition has brought me no treasure to display in my trophy case
And that just wont cut it anymore.
So for now-
I'll just head back up to the stars.
Perhaps I'll find you there too.
Set sparks
Between us
But all that fire leaves
Is ashes and dust

Rust instead
Over aching decades
Like iron hearts
Corrode together, surely

Set sparks
Alone together
So all that fire leaves
Is ashes and dust

Inertia instead
Over pleasurable minutes
Like tarred lungs
Self destruct, slowly

Fade away
And not burn out

Slowly but surely
Surely but slowly
I keep portraying myself like I’m really actually ok and I’m getting over everything
But once I’m alone I realize I’m not ok and I keep telling myself I am but when no one is around I get to thinking and I’m not ok and I wish I could express how I feel to you and I know I can’t and it just
Britni Ann
Hey, it’s been a while.
Truth is I’ve been lost...
I’m still lost. But I’m getting to where I need to be.
I can feel it.
Just be patient with me, while I find the person I’m meant to be.
Dennis Willis
Stuff to write with
Stuff to write on
Stuff to write about
Stuff to enjoy
stephanie burrows
I talk with angels swing on a star
And cry to the blue moon.
Because he understands my heartache
In a way no one else ever did.
Once, I dreamed of you.
I dreamed that you got through.
You were no longer blue.
If only that were to come true.

Although I held on tight,
That dream flew off like a kite
Into the sky which is so deep and bright.
If only I wasn't so ignorant, that dream might-!

But this is reality.
I feel like the blame is on me.
You wanted to be set free.
If only I had reached out of my boundaries.

Soon, I'll forget.
I will no longer regret.
If only, if only, if only.
We are magnetic
But you put out fires
While I attract them
Yet somehow
I can never
Trust delves and dives deep into the sea of silence
To be enriched by the hidden treasures of another heart
Not found in the shallow depth of
words of many
Mia Pratt
Sunlight makes our skin glow
Sunlight makes our hair flow
Sunlight makes our body grow
Sunlight does is rich in Vitamin D
Poetic T
Between the

                          "I love you,s,

       Is your smile...
You came on my piano
Like black and white
Cupped mornings of joy
keep your eyes closed love.

           e     t      
       m           i
    o                 m
s                        e  
                            s     all you have to
                                                                ­ l                  is to what the sound
                                                           ­      i            n
                                                  ­                s           e
                                                               ­          t

                                                              ­                               v
                                                               ­                         a        e
                             ­                                          of the  w               s
                         ­                                                                 ­            tells  you
                                                                ­                                        to do.
"keep your eyes closed love. sometimes all you have to listen is to what the sound of the waves tells you to do"

When I was much younger, beaches were my second favorite places. I still love watching waves as they go by, crashing against each other and the whole process repeating all over again.
Nat Lipstadt
called me in for a consultation,

lean in,” he suggested, with nearly closed eyes,

“see the youthful optimistic predecessor,
the conqueror, who could not be defeated,
his thin images within still resides

the man of firm voice who when he spoke
above the rabble, all fell silent, and when he looked,
all could share his visionary insights and did not hesitate,
saying, we will do and we will listen,
but to follow, just did, wrapped
in your confidence

I want that boy back, smooth skinned, fearless,
do not return him till the shadows have dissipated,
the bruised lines of worry have evaporated,
the hands look unscathed, then raise them in
self-supplication, demanding satisfaction,
then in success, born overhead, marking appreciation,

let us adventure forth, straightening tilting windmills,
punishing renegades and dragons fearful,
saving damsels who waited just for our arrival,
shedding courage upon those who watch us,
cheering and being cheerful

here is your mighty pen,
cut sharp the poems out from the within,
read them slow, winding to now crooked old friends,
who remember everything dear, their youth of no fear,
the best of past, dreaming poems, mist born, fog vapor gone,
of black and waiting white, worthy words all revived

return to me in blazes,
sumptuous colors of derring-do,
I need that child brave, for perhaps
you have not noticed my flaking slivering skin,
the expanding cracks that cross my images,
just like you!

I need you to rebirth you,
I need you to rebirth me!

8/16/19 reflections from a blue glacier
If you could read my mind,
You’d see a thousand papers
Filled with broken poetries
And deadbeat proses
Full of woeful verses
With mournful pieces
Of unfinished stories
That are yet to be written
And failed to be spoken;
If you could read my mind,
You’d hear horrible screams
And earsplitting weeps
From shattered dreams,
Kept in a nasty notepad,
Scribbled on a bed
Of bloodstained words,
Ringing in my head.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see the shadows
That lurk within me;
You’d hear the bellows,
Screeching the words
“I’m tired,”
“I’m a failure,”
“I’m stupid –”
I know it sounds stupid,
It’s pathetically foolish
And seems too *******.
If you could read my mind,
You’d feel the tears
I had ever failed to cry;
You’d see the people
That make the weak weaker;
You’d see the monsters
That consume my head;
You’d hear the hollers
That failed to be freed;
You’d see the heart
That still bleeds and bleeds.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see the face
I’ve failed to show back then,
The face I’ve faked back then.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see a character
I had ever failed to become
If you could read my mind,
You’d be able to read
A book you never wished
To touch and read,
But sometimes I still wish
Someone could read my mind.
Midnight Rain
the memory of your
presence is felt like an earth//quake

as if my soul has everted,
my heart has been torn...

every wave of emotion
is felt like the first time.

i become a spineless,

curling into myself
and crying out the storm
that has lived within me

your presence is missed like
cold rain in summer,

like a scarlet fire drawn in the
center of winter,

and when Autumn
leaves fall like teardrops
from trees,

darling, you are missed
like a heartbeat falling from a

and i shatter myself every day
from the earth//quakes your memory gave


you... are missed
most ardently...

you are the life within me now
and i cannot seep you out from
myself without
uprooting everything beautiful
you grew in me.
clad with sorrow,
i slowly fell into oblivion
swallowed by darkness,
even the ever flowing thoughts were silenced
even the tears i failed to cry out were drowned
along with the countless swords pierced on my heart
along with the heavy rusty armor where i tried to hide
silent library
those unspoken words on shelves
I ache to voice them
Sofia Hinojosa
The warm cookies I now liked cold.
The little gnome still kept me warm.
But still, hugs make me feel at home.
I’ve spent my life
Looking for fire in another’s eyes
To light up my insides
Instead of searching within myself
For my own torches
My own lights
To rid the darkness
And make me shine
A giant by the meadows
flatters the sun
and smirks as there
are no bushes to hide.
He is not here to hunt
or eat, just to watch.

A giant by the meadows
bends the earth
leaving behind hills
so shadows can live
for snakes
and sheep to rest
in summers day.

A giant by the meadows
sits watching the hawk
glide past to the forest
and herds nearing
the water, even at night
the mice pay a visit.

A giant by the meadows
does not like to move
and after time, too much
time, the meadow forgets
that it is a giant and
accepts it as its own.
She kissed him
With question marks?
While he kissed her
With "quotations"
And together they became
a run on sentence...
It never ends.
Alex Gifford
It's that moment
when the pieces
of the puzzle
all combine.

And you see a
glorious picture
that you doubted
that you'd find.

And then after
when the pieces
are inspected
each with care.

You see purpose
and see meaning
each too valuable
to spare.
This came to me all at once. It's an attempt to describe the feeling of your mind being blown when everything lines up and finally makes sense.
Shadow Dancer
The sound of love dying is silent
There's no need to cry
All tears are beyond spent
All dreams are beyond broken

The only thing left
Is an empty shell
Wishing to be drowned
By her sunshine hair
I am drowning in this sea called love
Poetic Eagle
they told me to go get a life
and l got you
random thought
Ariana Bagley
I love him
I tell myself
I know that
We will be together forever
I don’t believe that
We could be separated
My thoughts tell me that
He’s the love of my life
Sometimes my heart lies and says
I could live an eternity
Without him
Like my friends say
“We’re perfect for each other”
And you can’t tell me
He’s not the one.

Now read from bottom to top.
ting is
your           life
thro             ugh
a ne           edle
and         if
you sew
To miss their presence;
Through soft glance of their big, cold eyes,
Cold words, leading to warm touches,
Serious talks, leading to funny laughs,
Your heart pounding like crazy in their arms,
And you telling yourself to let go.
Last night you slept
your back to me,
I was glad you
you always stay and
why I still love
not to kink shame but
i prefer being sliced up
than hit with rubber
The daily upset
The nightly unrest

A muse abused

Regret set in stone I feel alone..
I can't feel me as reopened are my wounds

Life in shambles I tread high waters through kindness' brambles, its hate from fate, its love from hate, its truth I can't debate..

A muse abused aptly used..

Taking solace in this night..
To survive the daily heart-hurt fight..
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