mkb - Hello Poetry

as memories given to the sky’s embrace  we will become constellations; winking in and out of existence  in and out of awareness.  sometimes shining exuberant, sometimes  trapped within the clouds  or obscured by the day; forgotten beneath the blue and the warmth.   but on a clear and calm night our words  will cast nets into the starry scatter; we’ll catch shapes  in the blue velvet abyss  and name them as if we understand.  in that grain passing through the hour glass, find a  moment to marvel  what once was but is no more, still sparkling where time can’t reach.

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Mar 18, 2013

Mar 18, 2013 at 11:15 PM UTC

nascent

as memories given to the sky’s embrace  we will become constellations; winking in and out of existence  in and out of awareness.  sometimes shining exuberant, sometimes  trapped within the clouds  or obscured by the day; forgotten beneath the blue and the warmth.   but on a clear and calm night our words  will cast nets into the starry scatter; we’ll catch shapes  in the blue velvet abyss  and name them as if we understand.  in that grain passing through the hour glass, find a  moment to marvel  what once was but is no more, still sparkling where time can’t reach.

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the darkness always gave us permission to abandon composure. never a clue to what time it was, like animals or teenagers. the street lights encased us in amber and we weren't real anymore. we were projected on screen, above a vault of plush seats. I can remember your commanding voice, you said my name with an emphatic period at the end skipping ahead of you I was a kamikaze suggestion, giggling in haphazard exclamation points you caught up to me and full of fire, you stopped me and whispered softly, contrasting your demands with your hand on the river of my spine. "be quiet" you said and folded me like origami, all I could see was the warm concrete near my nose and your legs behind mine. everything into me, with each push and a comma of a gasp, taking all of me with you and into you. there in the middle of the street, I got lost somewhere around midnight.

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Mar 13, 2013

Mar 13, 2013 at 3:57 PM UTC

surrender

the darkness always gave us permission to abandon composure. never a clue to what time it was, like animals or teenagers. the street lights encased us in amber and we weren't real anymore. we were projected on screen, above a vault of plush seats. I can remember your commanding voice, you said my name with an emphatic period at the end skipping ahead of you I was a kamikaze suggestion, giggling in haphazard exclamation points you caught up to me and full of fire, you stopped me and whispered softly, contrasting your demands with your hand on the river of my spine. "be quiet" you said and folded me like origami, all I could see was the warm concrete near my nose and your legs behind mine. everything into me, with each push and a comma of a gasp, taking all of me with you and into you. there in the middle of the street, I got lost somewhere around midnight.

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~ " ~ through this twilight universe where poor ghosts, breathing dreams like air wander they walked along the moon-lit gravel into a bright rosy colored space boats against the current frightened but graceful, on the edge of a deathless song a stir and bustle among the stars as she blossomed for him like a flower pervading the air with shades and echoes of still vibrant emotions against the blue cool limit of the sky he forever wed his unutterable visions to her perishable breath and so they drove on toward death through the cooling twilight ~ " ~

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Mar 9, 2013

Mar 9, 2013 at 5:46 PM UTC

Gatsby

~ " ~ through this twilight universe where poor ghosts, breathing dreams like air wander they walked along the moon-lit gravel into a bright rosy colored space boats against the current frightened but graceful, on the edge of a deathless song a stir and bustle among the stars as she blossomed for him like a flower pervading the air with shades and echoes of still vibrant emotions against the blue cool limit of the sky he forever wed his unutterable visions to her perishable breath and so they drove on toward death through the cooling twilight ~ " ~

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your hands are strangers to me. without the breathing crystal scent of the river on your calloused finger tips, you're playing the same chords but I can't recognize the song.

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Mar 8, 2013

Mar 8, 2013 at 2:34 AM UTC

guitar picks

your hands are strangers to me. without the breathing crystal scent of the river on your calloused finger tips, you're playing the same chords but I can't recognize the song.

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of running of fist throwing and fire cutting scars and betrayal without him, my soft skin exposed and rough wounds imperfections stealing sanctity bind my arms

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Mar 7, 2013

Mar 7, 2013 at 3:51 PM UTC

I've been dreaming

of running of fist throwing and fire cutting scars and betrayal without him, my soft skin exposed and rough wounds imperfections stealing sanctity bind my arms

10

painting you in blues all varying shades of blue, like the ocean kissing sky just beyond your door, like the diamond patterns we slept upon, made love on and those jeans, your favorite t-shirt, always blue my eyes soak it all in and shine the blue back to you ships that swim on your walls and songs that pour from your fingers awash in blue, words caught beyond realms words that spill from this pen, blue letters and blue truth I know where to find you in the night sky, beneath the mountains where we found the quiet, found love in the silence in each other you are kept by the blue you were born within, by all parts of me you stained and everything that is you, always blue, forever blue

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Mar 6, 2013

Mar 6, 2013 at 12:40 AM UTC

blue

painting you in blues all varying shades of blue, like the ocean kissing sky just beyond your door, like the diamond patterns we slept upon, made love on and those jeans, your favorite t-shirt, always blue my eyes soak it all in and shine the blue back to you ships that swim on your walls and songs that pour from your fingers awash in blue, words caught beyond realms words that spill from this pen, blue letters and blue truth I know where to find you in the night sky, beneath the mountains where we found the quiet, found love in the silence in each other you are kept by the blue you were born within, by all parts of me you stained and everything that is you, always blue, forever blue

30

a slow and practiced dive off the edge and up to my neck in boiling iridescent foam, bunches of savage pearls, a well of scalding contradictions enveloping your names all over my limbs, I'm just a letter to a shadow lover sent to the flames for feast

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Mar 6, 2013

Mar 6, 2013 at 12:27 AM UTC

head first

a slow and practiced dive off the edge and up to my neck in boiling iridescent foam, bunches of savage pearls, a well of scalding contradictions enveloping your names all over my limbs, I'm just a letter to a shadow lover sent to the flames for feast

9

I've been eating myself from the inside out trying to explain your fragile mystery, searching for ways to capture and frame your tiny bubbles of whispered elusive innocence but I can't seem to find a reason in my static colored mind only a hope to someday run away with you into some sparkling unknown oblivion, where soft roses will whisper between our nestled fingers and we'll become the essence of our shadows born from the stars. but I wouldn't need my eyes nose or ears just to smile and feel your humming soul's eloquent melody in my veins

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Mar 6, 2013

Mar 6, 2013 at 12:20 AM UTC

fizzly

I've been eating myself from the inside out trying to explain your fragile mystery, searching for ways to capture and frame your tiny bubbles of whispered elusive innocence but I can't seem to find a reason in my static colored mind only a hope to someday run away with you into some sparkling unknown oblivion, where soft roses will whisper between our nestled fingers and we'll become the essence of our shadows born from the stars. but I wouldn't need my eyes nose or ears just to smile and feel your humming soul's eloquent melody in my veins

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