maxx - Hello Poetry

You are a walk in old growth, The softest moss enjoyed by many stepping creatures. As I grow weary I ease myself into your tall grass, In the place where the wind takes it’s rest. You speak to me in dream and river tongue Chanting swallow’s songs and perfect weathered stone I close my eyes and we exchange silk and furs I worship the earth spirits that live inside you As days pass, laughter turns to sugarcane Tacit moon makes adobe pueblos Here—my chest never touches the ground I take shelter in your familiar terracotta Like water excited in the kettle Here—the bird of my thoughts sings

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Feb 12, 2019

Feb 12, 2019 at 12:00 PM UTC

love sonnet I

You are a walk in old growth, The softest moss enjoyed by many stepping creatures. As I grow weary I ease myself into your tall grass, In the place where the wind takes it’s rest. You speak to me in dream and river tongue Chanting swallow’s songs and perfect weathered stone I close my eyes and we exchange silk and furs I worship the earth spirits that live inside you As days pass, laughter turns to sugarcane Tacit moon makes adobe pueblos Here—my chest never touches the ground I take shelter in your familiar terracotta Like water excited in the kettle Here—the bird of my thoughts sings

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you are flying dream old growth tree festooned in gold leaf and rare gems your rainforests noises mirror my busy city mind rising and ebbing to shapes cosmic all we hold is the love known amorphous

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May 25, 2018

May 25, 2018 at 9:39 AM UTC

love is/abstraction

you are flying dream old growth tree festooned in gold leaf and rare gems your rainforests noises mirror my busy city mind rising and ebbing to shapes cosmic all we hold is the love known amorphous

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set up a chair at the end of a tree lined street not just any tree lined street the street with the nice houses and cars the street where the rich have "made it" sit at the end of that street with the cherry blossoms or jane magnolias or whatever and watch every one of those "successful" types as they walk down their tree lined street from their house to their car as they walk by you, through their tree tunnel watch carefully their faces the trajectory of their gaze, tightness of their lips, the experience woven into their furrowed brows watch them hurry through the world's dream tunnel a persons state of mind can be brought to light by a tree the beauty of bloom, falling petal, hugging branches it jolts excitement through human sensory and so, when you read the lined, tired, hurried faces- the dysphoric vacancy we've all carried at some point smile create space share love just for a moment

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Apr 30, 2018

Apr 30, 2018 at 10:55 AM UTC

smile//don't

set up a chair at the end of a tree lined street not just any tree lined street the street with the nice houses and cars the street where the rich have "made it" sit at the end of that street with the cherry blossoms or jane magnolias or whatever and watch every one of those "successful" types as they walk down their tree lined street from their house to their car as they walk by you, through their tree tunnel watch carefully their faces the trajectory of their gaze, tightness of their lips, the experience woven into their furrowed brows watch them hurry through the world's dream tunnel a persons state of mind can be brought to light by a tree the beauty of bloom, falling petal, hugging branches it jolts excitement through human sensory and so, when you read the lined, tired, hurried faces- the dysphoric vacancy we've all carried at some point smile create space share love just for a moment

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he/she/they sits quietly in front of hour glass grains of sand in tempered sand a cosmic distortion wakes them from his/her/their trance a wirey-haired dog a cat just the same speaks to them a question is raised: what else speaks so eagerly, when i listen?

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Apr 30, 2018

Apr 30, 2018 at 10:34 AM UTC

spacious

he/she/they sits quietly in front of hour glass grains of sand in tempered sand a cosmic distortion wakes them from his/her/their trance a wirey-haired dog a cat just the same speaks to them a question is raised: what else speaks so eagerly, when i listen?

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we don't know sleep discard bedtime daylight savings is canceled this was when our eyes talked more than our lips

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Apr 23, 2018

Apr 23, 2018 at 11:09 AM UTC

A memory of you I

we don't know sleep discard bedtime daylight savings is canceled this was when our eyes talked more than our lips

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we grow together quickly, like juanita like phillip your plants, we laugh at the sun were kept up by the moon we throw ourselves into crises we burn oursleves out, until we are just souls were still kept up by the moon we still laugh at the sun like your plants, like phillip like juanita quickly, we grow together

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Mar 27, 2018

Mar 27, 2018 at 10:10 PM UTC

fondness

we grow together quickly, like juanita like phillip your plants, we laugh at the sun were kept up by the moon we throw ourselves into crises we burn oursleves out, until we are just souls were still kept up by the moon we still laugh at the sun like your plants, like phillip like juanita quickly, we grow together

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i sit and breathe my capillaries & venules scream- seething and swelling my heart becomes ensnared torrents of adrenaline drowning the roots of this body, becoming terrestrial but i find quietude again in the experience of i sit and breathe the experience of my body, existing

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Mar 13, 2018

Mar 13, 2018 at 2:52 PM UTC

body meditation

i sit and breathe my capillaries & venules scream- seething and swelling my heart becomes ensnared torrents of adrenaline drowning the roots of this body, becoming terrestrial but i find quietude again in the experience of i sit and breathe the experience of my body, existing

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i sit and breathe the world, becoming shapeless and i float left to a whisper scents of lobelia- soft thoughts of you like pressed flowers between the pages of mind beautifully preserved, dead, nonetheless

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Mar 13, 2018

Mar 13, 2018 at 2:45 PM UTC

love meditation

i sit and breathe the world, becoming shapeless and i float left to a whisper scents of lobelia- soft thoughts of you like pressed flowers between the pages of mind beautifully preserved, dead, nonetheless

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maybe you're outer space, maybe you're the ocean, all I know is that I have an unquenchable thirst to explore you to the endless. maybe its because of your vastness, maybe its your seemingly infinite depth, but like space and the ocean I can't help but hold my breath the further I go into you.

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Feb 25, 2018

Feb 25, 2018 at 5:03 PM UTC

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maybe you're outer space, maybe you're the ocean, all I know is that I have an unquenchable thirst to explore you to the endless. maybe its because of your vastness, maybe its your seemingly infinite depth, but like space and the ocean I can't help but hold my breath the further I go into you.

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step into my shop of horrors shack of nightmares not yet had take in the aberrant, appalling aesthetic i have dead sun flower sundries that smell of tangerine i have the idol of severed head and exposed breast i sell milk moon shell and amethyst incantations ghost scrolls student loans buy my dreadful wares and, please: come again

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Feb 21, 2018

Feb 21, 2018 at 2:57 PM UTC

horror shop

step into my shop of horrors shack of nightmares not yet had take in the aberrant, appalling aesthetic i have dead sun flower sundries that smell of tangerine i have the idol of severed head and exposed breast i sell milk moon shell and amethyst incantations ghost scrolls student loans buy my dreadful wares and, please: come again

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