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JacobWe
20/M/Wisconsin I have only just recently started writing poetry though I have always had an interest in poems and poets. In many ways this profile is my journal. For many reasons I will never stop writing whether it be prose, poetry, or academic.
Dear faded daisy, your life was yellow in my palm. Her eyes were green as the breathing trees We played on the beach and thought in the sand, often touching under the deep electric land Nothing moved, my hand crested her hip, there was only I & Her. Only you. I melted deep into her pores. Peered out her open eyes, saw fog rolling over the curve of my skin. Saw my teeth sprout grass, my eyes we’re smooth rocks. I was nowhere but there, being bathed in like the summer sun. Soon after, like a roving cloud, She passed, watched me wilt like curling flames in hot wax with no wick left to burn. The winds blew fast, crumbled my stone face and tore my root. The daisy in my thumb wrinkled dim. I didn’t say a word -- as quiet as the stars above. She won’t be back so I wait, sitting on a bench from far away. Fading with you, my white daisy.
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May 13, 2019
May 13, 2019 at 8:00 AM UTC
Faded Daisy
Unconditional Confusion The days are short, but it’s alright. The pool is warm, violets, red and blue.       The sky is filled       with       haze. I float away the hours -- minutes rise to the western wind. My eyes are puffy        from the chlorine        I        Soak in. I close my eyes to see a black tarmac road, endless through a dusty field, sun scorched        and itchy, my        skin hot        and red. Slipping down under to soften the irritation I drop a cinder anchor to remain in place;        time remains        one smiling        face alone in        that silent abyss.
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Apr 13, 2019
Apr 13, 2019 at 2:32 PM UTC
California Dreaming
The pastel colors of the young magenta sky are Painted bright on my eye. My words as bare as the road, empty as my stare. A great yellow bird flies. Feeling is worn like a warm flannel that smells of campfire smoke and maple syrup. While pastel colors of the deep sky gallop through my head like the feeling of cold velvet-- brushed upon my skin I grasp at sleepy lightning bugs, hoping they can teach me how to close my eyes for longer than a blink.
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Apr 13, 2019
Apr 13, 2019 at 2:17 PM UTC
Morning Life
I know you don’t know. I know you don’t. But I know that I don’t know about the stars in the sky; or the colors in my eyes; while you smile when I talk Or when I fall when you walk. about the steel Blue of mine. Matching the sea-green in yours. I don’t know why I cloud my day when I think you gone, or how terrible I miss your hair & legs & skin & smile in the sun. I’m reduced like sugar, smelling burnt in the air and left only to rhyme why I’ve felt you so long.
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Apr 12, 2019
Apr 12, 2019 at 2:40 PM UTC
Blue-Green Stream (Mid-Summer)
I slip in my skin And grace the wet Cement with my Attached feet What way will My head float today? I will have to run After it quick wherever. If I don’t it may Be gone like my Favorite red Balloon and My eyes will Be glued; Watching the Dead leaves fall Amongst their Siblings, until Flecks of Rainbow snow Come and blanket The cracked cement. Then my friends will Forget my skin and Teeth and echoed laugh; then my Skin will walk off And find a warmer Home with a fuzzy dog and red lights and a crackling fire; maybe some chocolate too. I think then I could float and find that red balloon; I sure hope it’s still up there in the blue
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Nov 2, 2018
Nov 2, 2018 at 11:30 AM UTC
To Floating Minds
Arabella, let's lose ourselves together, let us walk into the desert, eyes in hand,            hand in yours, until dawn come forth and new on the Red razors edge; let the bleeding sun sever Sights once seen greeting the eagles of The sky--            Greeting the mirages Of the sun’s flaring eye,            Quenching our thirst on The grainy sand below; may We Become intimate with The wind heeding its fables of all our Wrongs and dead-ends; hearing It present to the infinite plane of our thought; May the sun wear our Skin warm, Letting vulture's swoop down To lay us in bed for life                        Beginning to dry by the dusk of night, with the friend of time in our core Arabella, We would no longer be found, bound to this ground forevermore, Waiting
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Nov 1, 2018
Nov 1, 2018 at 4:23 PM UTC
Arabella
Waning scion encroaching a course An Isolated course; coarse is its skin blind-sight is its eye with flutist wind whistling its mind Sly stars dripping under fogged horizons the moon shuttering light, fleeing from the gaunt wood where I reside Night, shroud of razor black oozing pustules of defect and blight, mind snaking through bowels-- grisly bowels kept in swamps kept in dark and damp kept underground-- stone underground Sprouting out splintered atonement, slumped on a broken wall Gray above, light humming under feet, through scabrous stone and sodden clay One hope lingers: plunge worrisome hands into the viscous floor Tugging fingernails, bartering screams with the wind, grounded pain arises through the dirt, latching to my veins Injecting the soil and stone into my twitching heart, feeding the cells with native essence Purging the human from the silken skin; spraying it into the sediment home Bedrock welcomes my sight and my trench shapes my stale body.            Becoming soil and rock            and worms and root            offers a listing breeze            to the now formless thought The dirt is in me The rock is in me The qualm is without
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Oct 10, 2018
Oct 10, 2018 at 1:20 PM UTC
Qualm Without
Feeling lifted from my skin and cast to the wind; mind melting through my pores; eyes slink out their sockets and look back, viewing my unknown expression full What now, what left is there for me to desire alone; salacious world now reversed on my visage, my shell figure strayed and brown
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Oct 10, 2018
Oct 10, 2018 at 1:16 PM UTC
Reversal Hour
Flames, flames, fire! Hearts loaded with embers, Begone flame, you hold no sway! Pooled in blood, The melting moon Shines far above Warming your frigid eyes With shards of night and Blaring beams of white Crushing the natural mind With ballads of war and pain, Spitting moments of gore through Abyssal pupils.   Prepare this intestine of youth,        Detach its origin and cast it unto             A forest with one tree. Then char the strand of mind in which Fear reigns, scar it with the memory        Of life Let it kneel to your flight And Bring it fore your eyes, Caging the slithering chimera with      Immense cliffs of ice Let it look to your matter Yet never engage your voice, Fluxing into your cells with terrific       Color, Breaking off the origin and planting It’s lessons in between the soul and       Skin, Offering access to any lost traveler Drowning in a raging sea. Embers in your heart,        Fire consuming without,        Fire empowers within
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Oct 10, 2018
Oct 10, 2018 at 1:39 AM UTC
Flames, Flames, Fire!