xmem - Hello Poetry

of the sun of the night of the stars that shine with desperate light the glory of morning trumpets the day as golden hours turn to grey

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Feb 26, 2019

Feb 26, 2019 at 2:00 PM UTC

flowers of dawn

of the sun of the night of the stars that shine with desperate light the glory of morning trumpets the day as golden hours turn to grey

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i dream of night lilies the way a starving man dreams of rivers intangible, that stuff of dreams night liles are made from yet i desire to touch, to kiss the pale violet petals with my lips bask in the intoxicating scent of their perfume undeniable, the seductive musk of things that bloom at night yet like insect to honey trap i search for another taste of their midnight sweetness for a glimpse of blooming splendor i am lost forever there is something sacred about their hesitant beauty shying away from the golden light of waking day, they float, incandescent, like lanterns on the pavilion of night like stars in vapour, they guide dreaming wanderers across the water

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Feb 19, 2019

Feb 19, 2019 at 6:48 PM UTC

death of the botanist

i dream of night lilies the way a starving man dreams of rivers intangible, that stuff of dreams night liles are made from yet i desire to touch, to kiss the pale violet petals with my lips bask in the intoxicating scent of their perfume undeniable, the seductive musk of things that bloom at night yet like insect to honey trap i search for another taste of their midnight sweetness for a glimpse of blooming splendor i am lost forever there is something sacred about their hesitant beauty shying away from the golden light of waking day, they float, incandescent, like lanterns on the pavilion of night like stars in vapour, they guide dreaming wanderers across the water

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he has the heart of a daisy what does that mean? he shook his head, offended never quite understanding why it was an insult either ... if daisies are frail why do they still dapple the emerald hillsides like pieces of fallen clouds do not be fooled by the delicate imagery dainty petals and swaying stems they too, brave the March winds and harbour more than shallow things their roots cling deep to their mother soil it is human imposition and mortal eyes too often look only petal deep neither feminine nor masculine nor weak, frail, or strong they carry the mystery of the wild in their xylemic veins

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Feb 19, 2019

Feb 19, 2019 at 4:04 PM UTC

daisies

he has the heart of a daisy what does that mean? he shook his head, offended never quite understanding why it was an insult either ... if daisies are frail why do they still dapple the emerald hillsides like pieces of fallen clouds do not be fooled by the delicate imagery dainty petals and swaying stems they too, brave the March winds and harbour more than shallow things their roots cling deep to their mother soil it is human imposition and mortal eyes too often look only petal deep neither feminine nor masculine nor weak, frail, or strong they carry the mystery of the wild in their xylemic veins

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a rose colored tragedy beautiful to the end not really so desperately they bloomed In the heat of summer, the musk of roses permeate the air the rich tone of multifold petals each layer darker than the rest the brilliant shade fades at the edges as if the poor flowers had run out of things to bleed they bloom gloriously forgetting the price of that lush magnificence there is something tragic in the making like all sweet things they don’t wither they rot

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Feb 19, 2019

Feb 19, 2019 at 4:03 PM UTC

roses

a rose colored tragedy beautiful to the end not really so desperately they bloomed In the heat of summer, the musk of roses permeate the air the rich tone of multifold petals each layer darker than the rest the brilliant shade fades at the edges as if the poor flowers had run out of things to bleed they bloom gloriously forgetting the price of that lush magnificence there is something tragic in the making like all sweet things they don’t wither they rot

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i speak not yet i write these words with fervor i spill forth my illusionary dreams and you’ll fall in love with my hallucinatory fever is it a delusion if this is a delusion join me in my make belief madness like alice, we’ll revel in childlike wonder so scatter the bouquet and dream in the land of flowers

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Feb 19, 2019

Feb 19, 2019 at 4:03 PM UTC

introduction

i speak not yet i write these words with fervor i spill forth my illusionary dreams and you’ll fall in love with my hallucinatory fever is it a delusion if this is a delusion join me in my make belief madness like alice, we’ll revel in childlike wonder so scatter the bouquet and dream in the land of flowers

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cigarette tips glowing like fireflies ashes ashes falling like sighs no longer young, she sinks into vaporous memeories clouds of smoke, she lays back in her hazy reminescence

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Feb 19, 2019

Feb 19, 2019 at 4:02 PM UTC

mirrored smoke

cigarette tips glowing like fireflies ashes ashes falling like sighs no longer young, she sinks into vaporous memeories clouds of smoke, she lays back in her hazy reminescence

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