Our heartbeats thump in stereo
Building up romantic tension
The airwaves are taut, ready to crash
Ready to snap
The speakers get louder
One side overpowers the other
The volume switch doesn't modulate
Our heartbeats grow irregular
We are beating
inexorably
in mono
Mar 12, 2016
Mar 12, 2016 at 8:49 AM UTC
Halcyon days are over, baby
Summer nights whisked away
***** talk got sanitized,
Music box got terrorized,
Never again will we bake plum cake
In the shade
Halcyon days are over, baby
You climbed over the crib walls, big enough
Rock-a-byes grow to trees,
Willows weep as you leave,
Now you make buds burst in the shade
Mar 10, 2016
Mar 10, 2016 at 10:06 PM UTC
Her feet bring her up the stage
Buds burst, willows weep
Lumbar muscles contort the rest into a chair
Bloomingdales bags crumple
Wrists soar and whistle her up
Balloons fly,
And pop
Fingers hammer down like swans on black keys
Nails scratch staccato notes
And tears
Mar 10, 2016
Mar 10, 2016 at 10:00 PM UTC
Watch them
Searching amongst a trifling heap!
Bear your watch ~
And gear your gaze,
Realize this dangerous maze.
-
Through the brush,
Along the hills,
Stands a little shack..
An outcast with a knack~
No one could understand this very odd man.
Yet even to reach him on foot or on yak
It would mean you must
Lead away and carve your very own tracks.
Where to go, following the road no one goes?
What to see or to learn, exploring what no one knows?
Speak! unique star of the universe,
Tell your stories of the beautiful adventure,
That only you chose..
You could dance or stand still,
Sit on solid ground or climb a sand hill!
Talk in verse
Or reverse your curse and present your prose
Into a rhythm only you really knowss
Look, let me stop..
..
..
I admit, I'm just an ordinary man.
Aug 9, 2015
Aug 9, 2015 at 8:44 PM UTC
Inkblots cloud the sky
Inkblots murk the clouds
Inkblots envelop words
With their drops of black destruction
An inkblot falls on a painting, a drawing, a writing, and it all drowns up.
Apr 10, 2015
Apr 10, 2015 at 10:48 PM UTC
Even when the world is up-side,
I'm always down for it.
Apr 10, 2015
Apr 10, 2015 at 10:46 PM UTC
The worst place to be on a Saturday evening is without a doubt
The orphanage on Broadway.
You see your friends' charming glares and airy laughs;
But then
You feel the children's wounded gazes and eerie smiles,
And they travel with you
For miles.
Apr 10, 2015
Apr 10, 2015 at 10:42 PM UTC
A girl walked out of the thrift store,
Sporting a green leather pea coat.
She was accosted by a budding socialite,
Who complimented her garish green.
"How dare you call it 'Green'!,
Can't you see what this is?"
The socialite-turned-desperate shook her head.
"'Tis the colour of the trees after spring."
"Green?"
"No, silly. Beautiful."
And thus a trend was set.
Apr 7, 2015
Apr 7, 2015 at 12:52 AM UTC
How much more is left?
How much more is left in me?
Only God knows the answer to one;
I am the sole possessor of the other.
Reader, I ask you this:
Which is most important?
Apr 7, 2015
Apr 7, 2015 at 12:47 AM UTC
It's tough refreshing Hello Poetry ever few seconds and watching your view count stuck at 2.
But it's worth it;
We love writing.
Apr 7, 2015
Apr 7, 2015 at 12:44 AM UTC