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Allete Ives Oct 2015
I was a waving flower
Graced by the liquid warmth of a new sun

I had roots clinging with such power
That I believed I would never waver

Until the shade of my naivete fell

I am a dried ounce of potpourri
Rotting in a picture frame

Waning in the moment
Of how delicately

My exultancy carries into
Cipher
Eve
Allete Ives Oct 2015
Eve
You've already taken a bite.
What's one
Or three more?
The Apple of Knowledge
You know you want
To eat it to the core,
And because of human conviction
You will always need more.
Allete Ives Oct 2015
Falling into apathy,
Is like a shoulder shrug.
There's no need to mind.
Apathy is as cold as old chairs,
Because it took time
Growing so empty.
having apathy is like-
I don't even care.
Allete Ives Oct 2015
It was bright with the sun on our side
Now nobody sings
Allete Ives Oct 2015
His name was Jon
For short.
He had blue eyes that turned to green,
Innocent but they lied to me,
And it can still weigh heavy on my mind
In humble silence.
His name,
Jon.
For short.
Allete Ives Oct 2015
This is a place of artistry
Of beautiful images painted upon a city
Where lights reflect the magic of stars
You'd think you found a dream walking between cars

Alive and part of a whole
This is a place everybody knows
Where anybody whose somebody story is told

This is a place of importance
Of bold colours stamped on towering complexes
Where hipsters drink in smokey bars
You'd think you were a cool kid in black
Gonna go far

This is a place everyone goes
Where lovers walk hand in hand
And kiss like classic T.V. shows
Unaware and unwavering as the night sky
There are no boundaries in her side walks and street signs

She is clear as glass,
An expensive gold,
The main act premiering across the road

You wouldn't glance twice at Mr. Invisible
He is mute of colour and silent
Nearly lifeless and murky

Hiding in plain sight for all to see
He isn't glamorous or beautiful
The only art he holds
Is the cardboard tent set up for warmth
Against the cold

Tucked in the folds of a heedless city
Is poor Mr. Invisible
Allete Ives Oct 2015
You grow in the desert of my heart. Leaving a name to dust when death comes to a wayfarer on that barren land of love. A fantasy not known to reality. A lonely dance in the center of the room.
Allete Ives Oct 2015
Pink roses and sun burnt skin
The sweet warmth when I saw you
A pair of soft lips
Red car and summer wind
Drive away fast with my heart
A wild wish
Pale yellow notes and distance
You disappear in the meantime
I think your a figment of my imagination
Blue fire and cold words
Sometimes your eyes are the truth
Two different worlds
Allete Ives Oct 2015
Play my heart like the fiddle,
Make it fun.
Pluck the strings like a harp,
And see me shine as the sun.
Strum the rhythm like a guitar,
To being wild and young.
Bow the love like a violin,
When the game gets old and our time is up.
Press the beating like a piano,
If you miss me love.
Hear the the symphony of a summer orchestra.
Allete Ives Oct 2015
People look and stare like I'm crazy
But to be honest I see you all in vertigo
Pulsing in and out of oblivion
Don't any of you care about the truth
Fake.
People ask me why I'm leaving
But I never arrived actually
Just a slate of erroding curiosity
Do any of your pieces fit here
Hate.
People of bloated and dense realities in motion
But I see the potential barricaded within you
Lodged by ego and envy
Don't any of you know love is the best word to describe
Death.
Which is just a means to an end before the next cycle

— The End —