colin-makgill - Hello Poetry

What if years after the butterflies, and after the fire and ash has settled there is nothing but the pooling of guts. The detritus that lies smitten with various bacterial lineages, and a hot ooze that overboiled from the seams of your heart now are being slowly engulfed; Mesmerised by the steady beats and thumps, the fissioning crowd wells in awe, clawing, a cacophony of enzymes heaving toward the heavy membrane. Swell; where trichogramma turns to ask the orchid floating among the horizon: what do parasites contribute to an ecosystem? Perhaps the cumulative swarm of such chemically catalytic beasts, towering, twisting, spitting emulate the acute plasmic oxygenation of a flame. A perhaps. Such are perhaps.

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Mar 8, 2020

Mar 8, 2020 at 5:06 AM UTC

Blackberry Picking

What if years after the butterflies, and after the fire and ash has settled there is nothing but the pooling of guts. The detritus that lies smitten with various bacterial lineages, and a hot ooze that overboiled from the seams of your heart now are being slowly engulfed; Mesmerised by the steady beats and thumps, the fissioning crowd wells in awe, clawing, a cacophony of enzymes heaving toward the heavy membrane. Swell; where trichogramma turns to ask the orchid floating among the horizon: what do parasites contribute to an ecosystem? Perhaps the cumulative swarm of such chemically catalytic beasts, towering, twisting, spitting emulate the acute plasmic oxygenation of a flame. A perhaps. Such are perhaps.

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Watching the monsters sleep and slumber A masked owl whispers and wanders Tree bark yawns with the break of twilight Flames cackle casting embers of amber and seething whites A cauldron of fireflies crash amongst the leaves With the winter breeze hurling them throughout the sky A mouse hurries late for it's meeting in the old shed Where the spider lies back stretching in her web The stars roll around laughing about something bright that was said The moon sighs overhead while clouds encircle the lunar light Puddles shiver and grasses bloom with frost bite The aching orchard hums a tune of summer nights

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Feb 18, 2018

Feb 18, 2018 at 9:37 PM UTC

Entr'acte

Watching the monsters sleep and slumber A masked owl whispers and wanders Tree bark yawns with the break of twilight Flames cackle casting embers of amber and seething whites A cauldron of fireflies crash amongst the leaves With the winter breeze hurling them throughout the sky A mouse hurries late for it's meeting in the old shed Where the spider lies back stretching in her web The stars roll around laughing about something bright that was said The moon sighs overhead while clouds encircle the lunar light Puddles shiver and grasses bloom with frost bite The aching orchard hums a tune of summer nights

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And they pulled up their hands After soaking themselves in space Took a breath and began blowing sand Forged from dust amongst an age of waves Where clouds of ash could fall like snowflakes And their embers rained A storm of ore was gently sprayed Over the pattern of valleys and figment shapes The rocky canvas flooded with pigment and seething grains As shadows played against the flame They lay in a wake of clay and paint Bellowing songs of ancestors throughout the cave

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Feb 18, 2018

Feb 18, 2018 at 7:19 PM UTC

Supernova

And they pulled up their hands After soaking themselves in space Took a breath and began blowing sand Forged from dust amongst an age of waves Where clouds of ash could fall like snowflakes And their embers rained A storm of ore was gently sprayed Over the pattern of valleys and figment shapes The rocky canvas flooded with pigment and seething grains As shadows played against the flame They lay in a wake of clay and paint Bellowing songs of ancestors throughout the cave

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A cycle of rain and nitrogen And everything looks a lot like mud But that's where the stuff grows you know Where the ancients have fallen Cause here's a place too sow seeds you see To spread your wings and fall over and over again Rest easy Crash your waves Flood the sky Sink into the earth As here's a place made for no mortal That's why the sun and stars came to play

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Feb 7, 2018

Feb 7, 2018 at 4:22 PM UTC

Mushrooming

A cycle of rain and nitrogen And everything looks a lot like mud But that's where the stuff grows you know Where the ancients have fallen Cause here's a place too sow seeds you see To spread your wings and fall over and over again Rest easy Crash your waves Flood the sky Sink into the earth As here's a place made for no mortal That's why the sun and stars came to play

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Whatever a smiling ocean is With its grin as wide as dunes And its lips pressed to the moon Walking with the creatures of the deep Where magma crawls and the rocks creep Through sandy meadows filled with reefs and scales And a stormy shadow of sunken sails You'll see the sun piercing through Where all you can breathe is blue

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Feb 4, 2018

Feb 4, 2018 at 5:48 PM UTC

Lorelei

Whatever a smiling ocean is With its grin as wide as dunes And its lips pressed to the moon Walking with the creatures of the deep Where magma crawls and the rocks creep Through sandy meadows filled with reefs and scales And a stormy shadow of sunken sails You'll see the sun piercing through Where all you can breathe is blue

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Dancing round the fire pit As you cut and burn your hair Casting stars and spirits a flame With your amber coloured braid Thicken the air with talk Bash rocks and sharpen spears Crossed legs under a withered night sky A game of meteorites Fireflies and mosquito bites The shine of rain Your smile coarse in my veins

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Jan 15, 2018

Jan 15, 2018 at 3:18 AM UTC

Crepuscular

Dancing round the fire pit As you cut and burn your hair Casting stars and spirits a flame With your amber coloured braid Thicken the air with talk Bash rocks and sharpen spears Crossed legs under a withered night sky A game of meteorites Fireflies and mosquito bites The shine of rain Your smile coarse in my veins

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Acorn, maize and hawthorn baby we were all born from light beaten broken shattered maybe we won't matter if matter is all that we like so its come to this an abyss of crazy **** ****** out torn from fright hazy from a kiss crossed out promises we got boxes of it dreams of sailing the night

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Jan 7, 2018

Jan 7, 2018 at 8:01 PM UTC

Bilge

Acorn, maize and hawthorn baby we were all born from light beaten broken shattered maybe we won't matter if matter is all that we like so its come to this an abyss of crazy **** ****** out torn from fright hazy from a kiss crossed out promises we got boxes of it dreams of sailing the night

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Oh sweet maple tree, best kick your muddy boots Burn up with the sun, paint fruit for thieves Play shadows in the earth Carry songs till the bark bleeds Dream of streams Sharpen your teeth and leave

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Jan 5, 2018

Jan 5, 2018 at 6:09 PM UTC

As Green as Blue

Oh sweet maple tree, best kick your muddy boots Burn up with the sun, paint fruit for thieves Play shadows in the earth Carry songs till the bark bleeds Dream of streams Sharpen your teeth and leave

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So here we go down the long road where some one left me on my own tasted songs from the sea of green but it deafened our throat a change of heart doesn't waste our blood four hands and feet will still grow a round of darts counting body parts casting shadows before we throw we are not last But we will die before we're ******

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Sep 9, 2016

Sep 9, 2016 at 3:00 PM UTC

Pass

So here we go down the long road where some one left me on my own tasted songs from the sea of green but it deafened our throat a change of heart doesn't waste our blood four hands and feet will still grow a round of darts counting body parts casting shadows before we throw we are not last But we will die before we're ******

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you can't take me through this line its a bitter way between choosing doesn't make me grow in this better way to dream you cant take me this time crawling under the streets you wont break free this life its trying to survive dying to believe

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Sep 6, 2016

Sep 6, 2016 at 9:24 PM UTC

Scarecrow

you can't take me through this line its a bitter way between choosing doesn't make me grow in this better way to dream you cant take me this time crawling under the streets you wont break free this life its trying to survive dying to believe

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