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aidan-merris95
aidan-merris95
everything makes sense with ink and paper.
My lungs are filled with bright stardust. When I exhale, I see new stars erupt all around me. And from the blank, shimmering faces, I can see a watchful eye. The long nights stretch ahead in front of us like a perfect syzygy, bringing the sun and Earth closer together. Pouted lips and wide, troubled eyes. The epitome of beauty stands before a mirror, painted without worry and fear. The luminous features swim in and out of my dreary mind, causing my reality to become all the more splendid.
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Aug 21, 2014
Aug 21, 2014 at 7:20 PM UTC
"Stardust"
A wave. An awesome wave crashes upon the shore. Yellow, coarse send explodes in a vivid shower of gold. Aquamarine water lands upon palm trees. Blood-red skyline shimmers for a moment before flickering into the dawn. A star. A crystal star twinkles delicately among the night sky. Blinking in the universe, small, but so massive. Independent from the world, Burning the elements around its flaring warmth. Finally, suddenly, exploding in a great burst of energy. A lunar eclipse. Blocking out the light that warms us on brisk fall days. Rust orange, capturing light particles, Creating fire in the sky. Standing bright against an indigo backdrop. A shout. A violent noise that lifts the dust from the floor. Shaking the roof over a solitary home. As the drunken emits his lion roar in an assertion of dominance. Powerful, frightening; Taking the breath away from the silent night. Destructive and burning, Leaving burn marks upon the wall.
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Aug 21, 2014
Aug 21, 2014 at 7:18 PM UTC
"Potency"
I'm on my bed and she's playing with my hair Electrical currents run through her fingertips, making my hair stand on end There are lantern lights floating above our heads, tiny suns illuminating our pale bodies She spends her Saturdays strumming Debussy from her harp in the moonlight, laughing and dancing without worry while I sit on the floor with colored ink all over my hands, stencils littering the floor and printing press pushed against the cement wall She loves the smell of waffles in the morning and the way I look at my reflection in the mirror She says my nose looks roman and she wants my face in her chest and I want to say I don't know when she asks what this is I want to say I don't know to a lot but every time those three syllables rise in my throat, I choke I feel the white cold fear grip my chest I want the answer to everything, to be the oracle that everyone seeks in times of doubt To be the all knowing, the wise, to understand the workings of the world I want to tell her in scientific terms why my heart beats faster everyone she touches my face, why when she's not around me my brain feels cloudy and grey like the Washington skies above our heads, why every time I hear that song I want to be the singer on stage and sing the words just for her, why that time we were on my bed and the lights hovered over our porcelain figures I felt whole and like we were gods But these thoughts are just for me There is no need to say them out loud, for I know she feels this She is an M80 on the 4th of July, luminous green sparks that catch my heart on fire She is perfectly imperfect, purring at the sight of peaches in the summer heat She is my rose, my bud that springs forth, bravely and passionately into spring She is all I need, all I desire.
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Jun 6, 2014
Jun 6, 2014 at 3:41 PM UTC
Rose
I'm on my bed and she's playing with my hair Electrical currents run through her fingertips, making my hair stand on end There are lantern lights floating above our heads, tiny suns illuminating our pale bodies She spends her Saturdays strumming Debussy from her harp in the moonlight, laughing and dancing without worry while I sit on the floor with colored ink all over my hands, stencils littering the floor and printing press pushed against the cement wall She loves the smell of waffles in the morning and the way I look at my reflection in the mirror She says my nose looks roman and she wants my face in her chest and I want to say I don't know when she asks what this is I want to say I don't know to a lot but every time those three syllables rise in my throat, I choke I feel the white cold fear grip my chest I want the answer to everything, to be the oracle that everyone seeks in times of doubt To be the all knowing, the wise, to understand the workings of the world I want to tell her in scientific terms why my heart beats faster everyone she touches my face, why when she's not around me my brain feels cloudy and grey like the Washington skies above our heads, why every time I hear that song I want to be the singer on stage and sing the words just for her, why that time we were on my bed and the lights hovered over our porcelain figures I felt whole and like we were gods But these thoughts are just for me There is no need to say them out loud, for I know she feels this She is an M80 on the 4th of July, luminous green sparks that catch my heart on fire She is perfectly imperfect, purring at the sight of peaches in the summer heat She is my rose, my bud that springs forth, bravely and passionately into spring She is all I need, all I desire.
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sometimes you write a poem and you think **** that's good this is not one of them
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Jun 5, 2014
Jun 5, 2014 at 5:54 PM UTC
bad poem
She blooms As words tumble Through painted lips A purple visage Blinding my thoughts From my eyes She is fit For a Spanish queen Now that I have flown I must make my way She makes the sound The sea makes Breathing in hymns and lullabies Into my dreams Put me to rest now Lay me in a bed Adorned with rocks She will take today And form it into tomorrow Rocking my battered, fragile self
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Jun 1, 2014
Jun 1, 2014 at 6:28 PM UTC
Mother
I want to be with you, Alone and in solitude. A mouthful of glue, You stick my tongue to the roof of my mind. There is no need for these rambunctious thoughts, Although I cannot help it, Collecting fast like blood clots. But your wide eyes catch my wandering gaze. Breathe in all the time, Rustling your tired feathers. I cannot bear to commit this crime. I’ll keep this secret in the basement of my brain. As long as I can remember, The sunrise has blossomed in your eyes. And your knotted back needs tender fingers. These creases need undoing. The path to your hear is lined with thorns. Vines snare my ankles, leaving gashes. The air outside is thick with stormy weather, So let’s stay in tonight. Dream of our hands like black mambas. Twisting over each other, so venomous, Awaiting that bite that marks skin as red as trauma. Perforated marks tearing your beautiful imperfections. My insanity runs as wild as horses, Tumbling through cortex and sulci. Until through my open mouth, it forces itself out. Screams of passion building, then finally subsiding. Now everything has settled. Our lips are afraid of one another. For weeks, weeping and biting nails, hungry and fretted. Longing for what may arise in a volcanic explosion.
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Jun 1, 2014
Jun 1, 2014 at 6:27 PM UTC
her
In the woods During youthful days A cabin stands irresolute A great pond surrounds the yawning forest Emphasized by a worn dock Jutting into the glassy water In the summer Sailboats drift lazily Along the surface Driven By gentle winds But in the chill Of bitter winter The water freezes to icy blue Cracks appear As heavy feet touch the fragile slate At night The iridescent moon erupts Bursting with quiet violence Perforating gentle clouds Transforming the water Into diamonds Everything Is here Within Without Hovering above the world In flushed splendor Lost in the wild A love and a life
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Jun 1, 2014
Jun 1, 2014 at 6:27 PM UTC
Light To Dark
i always slept better when I could hear the rain trickling down gutters pattering against window panes bringing life to the night bringing the smell of rich californian soil redwood trees drinking in the sweet taste of crystal water simplified back in a time where no stress or fear or anxiety could grip me and hold me prisoner
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Jun 1, 2014
Jun 1, 2014 at 6:26 PM UTC
Berkeley, CA
There are always secrets that lie under rocks Floating just below the surface Waiting to rise for everyone to see We hide these from one another Too scared to let everyone know Our true identity Petrified of who will see us For who we truly are Every time I walk outside I see eyes Glued to LED screens I attempt to make contact To reach out to these extra terrestrials In order to gather awareness To find some consciousness To know that I am not alone To be afraid of being lonely That is what grabs us all And pulls us down by our feet Suddenly and abruptly Striving to be unique individuals In a society that blurs the lines Between male and female Filling out expectations like prescriptions Needing to fulfill standards In order to be accepted To be desired To be longed for Like a perfect representation Of what it means to be human Until the true meaning is lost in the waves Thrown into the endless sea And all that is left Is just an image Taken at face value A façade that fools each and every one of us Taking us into the protection of its wings While simultaneously lying to us And eventually everyone becomes Afraid of depression and afraid of fear That builds upon itself Like a great fire Sweeping through bushes Burning ambition alive Charring the very breath from my lungs Singing my words And tainting my very existence Until I am not myself Just a charred speck of ash Waiting to be swept away Into the endless night But then I realize that I am not alone Instead of being trapped in the confines Of my own mind Pushing against the walls Of my brain Struggling to find oxygen Outside of the synapses I am instead surrounded By the millions of other ashes We have burned together And we remain together
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Jun 1, 2014
Jun 1, 2014 at 6:25 PM UTC
Removed
There are always secrets that lie under rocks Floating just below the surface Waiting to rise for everyone to see We hide these from one another Too scared to let everyone know Our true identity Petrified of who will see us For who we truly are Every time I walk outside I see eyes Glued to LED screens I attempt to make contact To reach out to these extra terrestrials In order to gather awareness To find some consciousness To know that I am not alone To be afraid of being lonely That is what grabs us all And pulls us down by our feet Suddenly and abruptly Striving to be unique individuals In a society that blurs the lines Between male and female Filling out expectations like prescriptions Needing to fulfill standards In order to be accepted To be desired To be longed for Like a perfect representation Of what it means to be human Until the true meaning is lost in the waves Thrown into the endless sea And all that is left Is just an image Taken at face value A façade that fools each and every one of us Taking us into the protection of its wings While simultaneously lying to us And eventually everyone becomes Afraid of depression and afraid of fear That builds upon itself Like a great fire Sweeping through bushes Burning ambition alive Charring the very breath from my lungs Singing my words And tainting my very existence Until I am not myself Just a charred speck of ash Waiting to be swept away Into the endless night But then I realize that I am not alone Instead of being trapped in the confines Of my own mind Pushing against the walls Of my brain Struggling to find oxygen Outside of the synapses I am instead surrounded By the millions of other ashes We have burned together And we remain together
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Above all, I fear fear itself Its paralyzing power Like some sort of poison Incapacitating me from head to toe If I give in, I am just another victim Restrained from feeling And stuck in a world of the unknown Where the future reins its ugly head And the past is nowhere to be seen The present is just another image Waiting to be destroyed in a flurry These thoughts rob me of my senses And soon I am living a dream I lose my sense of time Too weak to stay afloat Ready for the waves to swallow me whole And just when all is lost A hand reaches deep down Into the waves And pulls me up by the collar Saying, “this is not death” “death is far away” “death is busy” “death is preoccupied” “death does not pay attention to you” “for you have not caught his attention” And I am released Free to drift away Towards an island that supports me Free to live amongst the world The earth still remains spinning It has not yet ceased And in the distance A sunrise can be seen Can you see it? Perhaps it is just my imagination Perhaps I am just dreaming Lost amongst the stars And the future or past Cannot reach me here I am invincible Lying in the pacific Gazing up at the sun and stars As the moon fishes For diamonds Sprinkling my raft With stardust
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Jun 1, 2014
Jun 1, 2014 at 6:25 PM UTC
Death