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1.6k · Apr 2018
Floating Again
Andie Apr 2018
The piano resounds, flooding us over with the mood
Counting headlights on the highway, take me away
It's a moon eclipsed, and my newfound flame, I guess you're lucky
that it's dark now
Sometimes this has a hot sweet taste;your breath’s hot and gross, but I kiss you like a lover. We're dancing in a world alone - if I unchain my soul, you can never let me go
I sink into you like water, be gentle with me have patience with me
we sink like a stone in your honey ~ just beware the bees
Heaven is in your eyes, and you hold me hard in the white light
We love like star-crossed lovers, with blind eyes, and when you call me beautiful all four flash with joy
Call it what you want, but we both know that everything is eventual
I'd like it if you stayed, but is it better to speak or die?
Welch, McLaughlin, Yelich-O'Conner, Lucas, Brasington, Aciman
inspirations
quoted
written
we bloom
1.0k · Nov 2017
Rising
Andie Nov 2017
What would happen
if a little
rain
dripped upon
the bird reborn from fire?

Would it sizzle and smoke an die
or would it turn ashen grey soot
or fill the air with a haze
or melt?

You wanted to find out
so you rained
just a little
on me

and here
I lie melting again
reborn still
What if?
934 · Sep 2016
The Heart's Mind
Andie Sep 2016
My mind and heart don't like each other.
They don't agree, in fact, they rarely do.
There is one thing, however, that both do contest.
And that, my dear, is my love for you.
For her.
780 · Sep 2016
Butterflies
Andie Sep 2016
the butterflies

they fly around me, swirling fast, blocking out the sun,
they swarm through me, taking my breath away, leaving me speechless
they burst out of me, my every pore, all of me

the butterflies

they will never leave me, they will always follow me, keeping me company with their bright wings and large eyes, never questioning me, yet keeping me silent and compliant

the butterflies

I'm used to them, following me, keeping me from speaking, making me hold my tongue and agree, to just agree and smile and let you do it,
but yet

the butterflies

I've always loved them, they loved me, and slowly we became something entirely new, something to revel in for all the ages, a new metamorphosis, something beautiful and perfect

the butterflies

they're gone now, they have left me alone, I will never seem them again, I used to think they loved me but they left me all by myself in this world, they have abandoned me

the butterflies

they are gone forever, I can never see them and they will never return, this cruel world we live in has rid itself of them, and they are no longer, the butterflies have fallen

but

the butterflies

left you behind for me

*and you love me back
I've always loved butterflies. For her
764 · Aug 2016
L'universo
Andie Aug 2016
Quando l'universo esplode nei tuoi occhi e la notte svanisce per sempre so che avrò tu mi ami e mi guida.
Se ci siamo persi nell'esplosione, ti troverò.
Le stelle mi guiderà a te.
Nemmeno l'universo mi può separare da te.
L'universo può morire, le stelle scompaiono, e la luna può cadere dal cielo, ma niente mi terrà lontano da te.
Ti ** amato.
Ti amo.
Ti amerò.
~per sempre~
Spero che ti sia piaciuto, questo è il mio primo tentativo di poesia in un'altra lingua. Sì, sto imparando l'italiano. Pensieri? Por lei
711 · Oct 2017
Pomegranate
Andie Oct 2017
Deep perfume seeps still from the fallen rose Down down endlessly  
filling the air with all that is pure, and soon all that is not    
diamonds glisten upon its skin Sparkling in the summer heat, he  
knows this won't be the end

moisture condenses around his roots, the tree growing up into  
heaven, life surging around him, springing, growing, ripping  
through the thick and crusted earth. Pun i ca gra na tum is such a complex word for what here has come to pass. the roots shooting     down and spreading, their mirrors filling the sky, soaking up our  
shining beams of phantasmal brilliance.

Only those loved have names wouldn't you Agree some are special 
to the producing world, and Others are left to rot, take the fruit of a morning lily, no one loves her, yet she bears all the same

something stirs within his being, some new body grows out from  
inside, some new some new some new something new. The sky fills
with blood espousal carillon, their pods filling rich and new,  
chiming out for all to hear the dawn rising, the birds flying, yes,
hear them fly above as you watch their song paint the sky in cool
purples and blues.

Color is so trite and love is so outdated and there are those who
wish for the end of the world as well Creation falling to the Ground
as the rosebud does in winter

united in final ecstasy, the bells descend as dying mistrals unveil
our sinking crown, sound-bow dripping away
For him
597 · Oct 2018
The Hinterland
Andie Oct 2018
It is morning-time, and I walk
meandering paths pull me, a crisp breeze pushes me
the earth supports me and falls away with each passing step
it can only hold me when I'm there

softwood trees bend around the trail, and hardwood trees enrich their denouement. A glittering canopy of dewy leaves curls atop my route, the moonbeams seeming to dawn from inside each perfect ornament. but I know the finished moon floats just above them

my steps flow in a steady rhythm, regularly broken by the passage of a memory. Sometimes it is time. Sometimes it is a dance. Once it was another Being that caught my consideration; a ghostly doe, visible just through a break in the wood, a brown and white-speckled spectre crashing through the hinterland, startled by my feet, by my breath-

the breeze is stronger now, and made anxious by the din my pace quickens. memories stream by faster, woken up by the filtered moonlight, pulled out from abeyance. leaves drifting upon a whirling river, clouds being ripped into a storm.

it is morning-time, and I walk
the sky is deepening, though the moon is descending
too much has happened, too much has passed into yore
I remember just enough, and it is mourning-time
592 · Aug 2016
My Saviour
Andie Aug 2016
I used to write dark poetry.
Poetry about sadness. Conflicting Powers, and Dark Moonrises.
The word dripped from my pen, the ink as black and bleak as the thoughts that gripped my conscious mind.
My unconscious mind was worse. Filled with midnight horrors and darkness, I worried it might consume me.
And it did, for a time.
It was bad. I was bad.
Now, though, I have you. You saved me. I could see the bottom, I was riding the endless spiral into the ground and before my head split, you saved me.
Now I write happy poetry. I write for the beautiful things.
I write of the most beautiful thing.
I write for you. Everything that I do, I do it all for you
I owe you my life. I can never repay you. And so, I write.
For her
550 · Jan 2018
I Don't See Why
Andie Jan 2018
Serenity slinks
through the rafters.
Dripping between us
we float on memories
get drunk off rosepetals
eyes outlined in blak
and fases framed in kolor
shining within spesifik angles.
Smiling, your hands
karess my liberated heart
and split it in two;
but we're just sharing a bit of fruit
and when it dribbles - just a little-
down your lips
I know that I will miss you
I don't "c" why
Haha there are no C's
I'm so funny
518 · Sep 2016
Embrace
Andie Sep 2016
You walk in the sunlight
I dance in the shadows
Your smile brightens the day
Mine reveals the dark truths
But when we kiss, our two disparate lives
*become one
For her
479 · May 2018
Preemptive Nostalgia
Andie May 2018
cool breeze
Autumn's cloak
through the trees
softly, I spoke

"The only difference between us is
you're too scared to say you love me,
and I'm too scared not to say I love you"

a moon bright
birds twinkling above
stars sing in the night
my song of love

"Lay your head on my chest,
let it fall with my breath. Each rise
is a truth, each fall brings the next"

the fire slowly dies
and the darkness closes in
who could forget all our highs?
who could forget where we've been?

"I'll never see you again,
so maybe it's fine, that you've
succumb to your fears,
and I've beaten mine"

and as seasons drift away
and our time turns frail
all I've left to say
comes in one final exhale
for him
471 · Aug 2016
Does it?
Andie Aug 2016
When she has a bad day and yours falls to pieces
when you build her back up, and realise you're put together again too,
when she cries and you wipe away her tears
and when you realise her tears are yours,
does that mean you love her?
I think so. For her.
461 · Sep 2016
Heavy
Andie Sep 2016
You think you're such a heavy heart, don't you?
Why do you think I can't lift you?
You've lifted me higher than I ever could imagine darling
nothing could drag me down again, now that I have you in my arms.
but you
You want to believe you're so heavy, that you're dragging me down,
that you could be hindering me in anyway. You cling to it, hoping, for some reason, that you're such a heavy heart weighing on me.
I wish you knew how high off of the ground you actually were.
cause baby, I've got your feet off the ground.
*and I'll never let you down
You're lifting me, not the other way around. For her
455 · Aug 2018
Lehigh
Andie Aug 2018
the only thing we have in common, as spaces bends us apart
is the passage of time and the bruises we exchanged
space - yours fly by, reshaping your reality
           - mine sits frozen, allowing 985 to build a divide
           -
           -  and bruises heal, as memories change and fade with our
              common passage of time
if all i am is a faint smile between your lips
                            im happy
450 · Jan 2018
some call it Love
Andie Jan 2018
Black and White your paint pours from your tongue
And my lips could never go past yours
because I drink the colors
that would shatter you
like rain
through the bow
For Him
445 · Sep 2016
Creation
Andie Sep 2016
Write when you're happy
Write when you're sad
Write if you think no one is reading it
Write if it you know everyone is
just
~write~
because it's you!
and you're a beautiful, brilliant unique spontaneous person
and above all, you're an artist, a poet, an author
someone is reading it, will read, has read it
and you know what?
they loved it
and they love you
442 · Sep 2016
Together
Andie Sep 2016
Hugging
Kissing
Laughing
Loving
Hugging, kissing me
We're forever laughing loving, sì
Tyburn poem. For her.
438 · Sep 2016
Words Words Words
Andie Sep 2016
I'm a man of many words
we all know that's true, we all know my opinions on everything, we all know I'm a man of very many words.
"That's amazing" "That's disgusting" "Oh god" Abhorrent" "Pulchritudinous" "Stunning" "Effervescent" "Sensuous" "Voluptuous"
Not one to brag, we do know I have a well developed vocabulary
but when it comes to you?

i forget english

Completely. Fully. Entirely. Nothing. Blank. Whiteness. I can think of nothing, except, of course, you. You in all your majestic heavenly beauty. When I see you I can't even begin to form something to start to describe you in all your, well, you-ness.
So, my love, you make me speechless everytime I see you
and that's the best I can do
because I love you
Ahh English....for her
432 · Feb 2018
Heresy
Andie Feb 2018
If a poet and a photographer fall for each other,
do they make art or love?
A wordsmith in opposition with reality, submerging into the abstractions of thought and emotion, time and space; smashing into a chronometer, yet more, one who freezes time and space, thought and emotion, in one glimmer worth more than anything discernable. What do they make together?
And a dancer and a pianist?
That’s even more disparate than the prior!
Broken bodies contorting within every imaginable plane, expressing hidden universal truths kept deep within their fluid forms. Warped feet or warped hands. Once the creator, now reduced to used. An ivory river sparkled with ebony, with which splashes and ripples could rip the hearts of men, fallen to nothing.
In the grey folds of the mind, we find worse and worse combinations, abnormalities shaping from shattered thoughts and twisted fantasies: a girl and a girl, a boy and a boy, two humans bound by the things they love. One of the infinite being the other. Impossible
for him
420 · Jan 2018
Glisten
Andie Jan 2018
Marveling at your sun kissed skin
knowing
that where the sun stops
I will start
So I try not to write **** but here we are?
395 · Sep 2016
A Bird in Flight
Andie Sep 2016
Drifting slowly through life, one should always stop to smell the roses
They won't stay forever, and you won't notice them until they vanish
There is nothing more beautiful than a light rose in the morning time
With dew-drops glistening in the sunrise, soft petals starting to unravel
The thick incense blossoming with the flower as it slowly emerges
The knowledge that you've been the lucky one to see it bloom
Knowing that you will cherish it forever.

I was adrift, soaring high and fast, never noticing the beauty around me
Climbing higher and higher, I ignored my burning wings and the sun
I didn't see why I as aflame, I didn't realise my mistake until I fell
I couldn't have possibly known that that was the reason I had fallen
Tumbling from the sky I viewed the earth from a whole new light
You could see for miles with the sun at your back
The whole world was your oyster, nothing could ever stop you
Knowing that you would cherish it forever.

Imagine, me falling from the sky, the wind ripping at my soul
I could see new beauty, yet there was no light in it at all
It tried to consume me as I fell, spiraling down until I knew the ground
We were good friends as I fell, though I never did get to meet the earth
You saved me from this, my fall, my implosion into myself
I was burning to the ground and with one look from you, I was free
I could forget all that had happened, why I was falling, for I knew now
I knew that someone, someone in this wild world we live in
I realised that if someone could love someone like me
Then I had to stay and love them too, and they knew it too
Knowing you would cherish it forever.

I'm just a flower in a gun, hurtling through space.
Marvelling at all that's around me.
She is in love with me, all of me, and I overflowing in love for her.
And I know that me, and her? We'll cherish it forever.
A ballade for her
382 · Jan 2018
For Vanilla
Andie Jan 2018
I love when he threads
the tips of his fingers
in mine, drops his head,
leans into me, draped
over my shoulders

I love when his feet
lay on mine, hidden
under the table, yet
emitting energy in motion

I love when his lips
press shut, pursed to
hit, and fall on
my collarbones, finally
shocking the air from
my lungs

I love when my pen
scrawls over the page,
leaving the trails of
ink behind, depicting
                               us
from Huntress
376 · Aug 2016
Angel of Death
Andie Aug 2016
Remember when you said you loved me?
I do recall this when the night returns,
how could you bear to lie so carelessly?
But a simple kiss was all I yearned.
This eternal night in which I now reside,
silences all hope for your redemption.
I could not imagine for you to lie,
this is but a false realization.
Something begins to grow inside my heart,
the spark of life and love slowly dying.
I thought you were a lovely piece of art,
but now I realize you were lying.
I wish and I pray but you only left,
one final kiss from my Angel of Death.
Still a work in progress, my first sonnet. Tips?
363 · Aug 2016
Her
Andie Aug 2016
Her
I think I'm in love.
How can I really know if I'm in love though?
Is love knowing how many kisses fit between her eyes?
What about looking at her and being blown away every time?

I'm pretty certain I'm in love.
I spend the sleepless nights thinking about how her hair falls when I play with it.
I think about caressing her fair skin as I kiss the back of her neck.
I think about her lips brushing against me and shiver, every single time.

I know I'm in love.
When she lays on me I feel her breathing, our heartbeats aligning.
She face flushes and her hair floats down to cover her beautiful face.
Her absolute perfection shines over me, and I can't help but stare.

I'm totally in love.
The sound of her name is more pleasing than anything the greatest composers could ever write.
Her body is easily comparable to the Greek's idea of perfection.
Her mind works so ingeniously I have to take a step back, in order to even understand the brilliance behind every comment.

I'm in love with her.
For you, my dear. Sorry that you will never find it in this hidden corner of the internet.
352 · Oct 2017
Elk River Falls
Andie Oct 2017
is where the Elk River falls
from a rocky and considerable height, turning pale with trepidation at the lip
(it seemed from where I stood below)
before it is unbuckled from itself
and plummets, shredded, through the air
into the shadows of a frigid pool, so calm around the edges, a place
for water to recover from the shock
of falling apart and coming back together
before it picks up its song again,
goes sliding around the massive rocks
and past some islands overgrown with weeds
then flattens out and slips around a bend
and continues on its winding course,
according to this camper’s guide,
then joins the Clearwater at its northern fork,
which must in time find the sea
where this and every other stream
mistakes the monster for itself,
sings its name one final time
then feels the sudden sting of salt
By Billy Collins - another favorite
349 · Nov 2017
The Passage of
Andie Nov 2017
Another droplet falls
a light thud from your
heartbeat resounds, a
particle of sand, your
lifeline. Wind rustles
a lock of your hair.
What's frozen in time
never is. Except the
little fly's wing beats -
they suspend her in the
         hourglass
338 · Jan 2018
F. I. W. O.
Andie Jan 2018
just imagine
seeing the water jettison into the sky,
the spray bursting off clouds
mist glistening through air as colors drip between droplets
the base of the water-rise acting in place of the precipice of a water-fall
just before liquid jewels ascend towards the empyreal
and separate into a thousand small gems, each with their own color, their own purpose
to the surrounding Vleiroos at the summit

But We don't rely on water
we grow and bend and ebb and flow with the water rising past us
But we cannot rely upon it
it does not char and burn, nor crackle and conflagrate like our lover does
he is the one who burns us up and blows us apart and turns us from ashes to dust to doxy and expiry all through accouchement

blessed be the fruit
of the vleiroos in the winter
and blessed be the water
given to the vleiroos in spring
and blessed be the fire
that carries the vleiroos through pullulation
Why be my water-rise when you could be my flames?
338 · Aug 2016
Love
Andie Aug 2016
Fading is the night
Forever shall our love grow
Unlike night, it lives
Senryu? For her.
334 · Feb 2019
People, as a Person
Andie Feb 2019
ivory skin, as this paper
ebony hair, as this ink
shining, imbued with moonlight
glistening, dipped in the morn's dew

he is my friend, with
lips of roses
a nose, a thorn
and flowers, rathe in winter

she is your lover with
fangs of eggshells
eyes of marbles
blood of honey
and flesh of black lace

one mark, a fall, a
wellspring in the night
we sing the evensong
then where do we go?
I don't know what I'm feeling. This feels totally right, yet totally wrong
327 · Jan 2019
Tanka
Andie Jan 2019
flowing water runs

between trees light dances high

quick fish dart amoung

and I lean against some wood

a green Croc© drifts slowly through
For a midterm project
324 · Nov 2018
carnal amrita
Andie Nov 2018
cascading out from open veins
time develops into adumbration
it splatters on marbles floors,
and fractured pocket-watches

I have become drunk on the impossible past
323 · Nov 2017
You and I
Andie Nov 2017
Our first synthesis
photophsphorylation
And our first breath
adenosine diphosphate phosphorylated with an inorganic phosphorus
Growing into something beautiful
primordiums breaking from the shoot apical meristem
You were from one, and I was built of two
of the cotyledon difference
I watched as your skin peeled into the wind
as the sempervirens battles the deciduos
And your beauty withered away as well
Angi never surpassed Gymn
And there we stood
never before so different
And yet never the same
319 · Sep 2018
Good bye
Andie Sep 2018
lifting my eyes to the sky I see the
crescent moon
illuminating, enlightening, cool
she is all of this - but not tonight
the sky is too dark, she is too weak, you are too far away from me
for any of it to matter
Love can strike us in an instant
and we can take a lifetime to understand it.
just as her eyes strike my retinae
just as your visage strike my face
just as you struck me
but she will always spin, orbiting around me,
until the pull of gravity cannot hold her anymore
just as you have already left
314 · Jul 2017
Moon Rise
Andie Jul 2017
When the vibrant colors of the sinking garnet sphere finally subside,
a new stage is set for another spectacular performance.
Less colorful, of course, but still moving.
Look! To the east, the beginning of a silver arc is growing from our Terra.
It swells up, dancing in the wind, shooting iridescent silver beams of light, like Diana's arrows they shoot off over the world, illuminating everything in their paths.
At long last, the wind has lifted this phosphorescent giant into the sky.
It casts no shadow, only flowing strings of silk, enveloping the world in its soft effulgence.
Rising, seeming forever throughout the night.
Sadly, like most stunning things, it must end.
It will reach its peak and then fall.
Like an Argentum balloon slowly deflating, it descends into moondown.
Immediately after it has fallen, the Aurum orb starts rising again.
Some revere its awesome power, however, some deny it.
For as the sun blinds and burns, the moon enlightens and illumes.
More olde poetry
Andie Apr 2018
From between hewn peaks, a far-off moon
emerges at the edge of my brushwood gate.

Ten thousand trees sharing its clear skies
as shadows blur toward the heart of night,

its radiance offers emptiness white images
and its ch'i invests wind with ice-cold dew.

The valley's silent. Autumn streams echo.
Deep among cliffwalls, scraps of azure haze

linger. Crystal pure, it enters isolate dream,
opening shadows, embracing empty peaks,

then I wake at my ch'in window confused:
pine creek at dawn, not a thought anywhere.
**** Wei; translated by David Hinton
My favorite poem
312 · Jul 2017
Conflicting Powers
Andie Jul 2017
Darkness. Overwhelming. Overpowering. Raw.
Darkness is not a thing. It is a feeling, an absence, a terror.
If you let it in, it will consume you.
If you try to fight it without hope, you will spiral into it.
However, if you have hope, light, a sense of being, it will fun from you.
Light. Hope. Redemption. Filling.
Light is not a thing. It is a feeling of greatness, kindness, true beauty.
Without it, darkness will win. If you give it up, you will die.
Light is what drives the human. If you are not light, you will be dark.
Light. Dark. Light. Dark.
An endless struggle between unseen forces to power your soul.
If one wins you are happy. If the other succeeds, you will be miserable.
If you are mostly light, humans call you good.
If you are mostly dark, humans call you evil.
However, if there is no light, darkness has zero meaning, and if there is no dark, light is useless.
They cannot be without the other or they will fail.
If you are stuck with darkness embedded in you, there is not much to be done about it.
You can try to be happy; it might work or it might not.
If you have light embedded in you, then there is no chance of you becoming dark.
You may try, but you shall fail.
Light. Dark. Light. Dark.
It is to forever be endless, overwhelming,
redeeming, overpowering, hopeful, and raw.
They are both eternal.
Olde poetry
312 · May 2018
this is America
Andie May 2018
a black man in the Confederacy; loving consumerism or forced into this physical *******?
Jim Crow poses, contorts, smiles, shoots; a gun on the red carpet;
Calvin the Second or Tracy Martin?
Does it matter? Dance gwara dance gwara, watch the foreground and
never the back the dance is to distract the killing is back
shooting money, that dance is funny, now it's time to pray
Charleston, South Carolina, June 17, 2015, a gun on the red carpet as the human rights take backstage;
race riots ignite, days later we give up the fight
don't Stop to look Up for fallIng objeCts, Is the DancE to defend or distract? Smile, you're on camera
Flames to the left, and the apocalypse passes behind it all, unnoticed,
rise up and forget
broken lemons abound, liberty takes a seat now, and the drivers are nowhere to be found, keep dancing now
Watch from this sunken place, run from the devil, you know it's a race
An exploration into Childish Gambino's "This is America"
To be read while watching the Official Music Video
Link here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VYOjWnS4cMY
311 · May 2018
Untitled
Andie May 2018
mirror    my face where I left it


leaves blowing into a sentence


mist,
******* on the line


in the doll's
head
news clippings


in the heat
admiring the shade in the blouse


face wrapping a champagne glass


a moment in the box of jade


in the temple
a
heartbeat


touching the ashes of my father



day darkens    in the shell


a fin
grazing on restless stars


the priest
                   his shadow caught
            on the nail


                JANUARY FIRST
      the fingers of the ******* cold


       i end in shadow
By Bob Boldman
308 · Jan 2018
Earthen Gods
Andie Jan 2018
Awash with laughter
Yes - I’ve been drinking Irony
But it’so amusing
I can’t stop! We
Blow him up and compare
him to The devil
and cloak him in night’s wings
The reality is he’s just not!
So small; so pink; so moist and wet!
the Harbinger is not more
than just a worm

working the soil
inches from life
Andie Mar 2018
within us lies something so resplendent that it appears
void, an endless nihility, from which your singularity is grown

We all know the trope of nothing becoming something, a crane lamenting to the orbs above, flowers opening with the fall.
You've seen the time lapses, you know the spin around us. Yet nothing could be farther from our reality. We weren't built to be nothing, we weren't built from nothing. Lachesis draws for us, but her luck is strong. There isn't reason to believe otherwise.

Enveloping our corporeal flesh, resolving away our dissolve, filling us up from the outside and pooling into the hollows of our eyelids, we forget to find wisdom in emptiness
Lost inside the flow of time, hands outstretched, fingers melting through our friends, our parents, our lovers, the human population revolves around revolutions, anchored in place by only the weakest force in the universe
Held down by the stuff that composes planets, moons, stars, all pointless to us

The only thing that matters lays at our feet, trod upon day and night, it lays in our chests, wrenched from our chests, lays at our feet, and is trampled.
I started this February 7th
And it was a gift for him
But now it can't be
Because it tastes wrong
306 · Sep 2016
Not Broken
Andie Sep 2016
I know you have cracks.
I have them too.
But together, if we try,
we will make something
entirely new.

And we will remain after forever
beyond the reaches of time.

*united
For her
306 · Oct 2017
Passion
Andie Oct 2017
Beating fast, thrusting deep, and pooling out
filling the air and fluttering down, leaves in fall,
love
No beginning and no end, no opposition or alternate
light has dark, friends have enemies, the moon has the sun
yet love lies alone, single, and disconnected

lost, left to the wolves, lingering in the shadows, as the couples spin 'round in their merry dance, warring without remorse, battling until they have become extinguished, broken by their own force

love and hate, are just
two words

for passion
For me
282 · Sep 2018
Love Song Solace
Andie Sep 2018
and spaces between us
you've come to show you'll go on
I'll show you
that I will too

After

From loving you came sunshine
and I lost my senses
rimmed in grey
we said we'd stay

February

I'll be late; don't worry I'm coming!
fingers flying vehicles veeringfatecolliding
what  are  you  talking  about?

Before

Never-mind, I draw the line
and fall like a teenager
[self destruct] and show up
like, and idiot

I don't need a dozen roses, you ain't gotta wine and dine me
just get all emotional, I wanna see you looking up

sensation overwhelms me
but this time it's not your touch
and in my black-tinged vision
I don't see you
278 · Jun 2018
him
Andie Jun 2018
him
rose petals dance in the springtime breeze
azure skies above, dotted with faint grey clouds
and if you listen too close,
you'll hear the huum of the bees

wind in my hair, sun kissing my face
I glace to the left and see your body all strewn out
smiles flicker, eyes alight, you're my first place

and as the sands fall and time slips away
we pull each other close and embrace for the day

I hold your eyes with mine,
you hold my heart with yours;
we can become one
behind closed doors
for him
274 · May 2018
Temptress
Andie May 2018
Jade smoke drifting through
a heartbeat's ash descends upon the temple
and incense drowns out their murmurings

the cardinal's shadow nailed to the cross
now only a mocking bird's song can be heard
beneath the embossed covert

worshipers' nooses of jewels hang heavy and low
sermons spill downwards like thick honey
drops of golden truth clog up eager ears

black lace shifts with the breeze from the window
and the birds’ song passes around the listeners
full of clandestine truths, it’s time to convert

emeralds, rubies, diamonds, all covered in golden jade
and in another beat are surrendered
to the temptress
271 · May 2018
per lui
Andie May 2018
i tuoi occhi marroni svolazzano
e dico piove le rose
le nostre labbre sfiorano insieme
e i nostri cuori battono contemporaneamente
le rose hanno le spine, mai io te **
le rose bruciano, siamo in fiamme
ti amo da morire, fino ad allora, sei mio
il titulo dice tutto
270 · Jan 2018
Forth and Back
Andie Jan 2018
lean into the wind they say
balance on the ***** of your upturned feet
shut your eyes and away the breeze will take you
falling is a floccinaucinihilipilification
yet when you hit the ground
it's so much more
Back and Forth
267 · Mar 2019
Purposes
Andie Mar 2019
days break
nights fall
The moon phases in and out
between empty and full

trees burst forth
boulders crumble
The earth spins around
set at an angle

wind blows
water ebbs and flows
Fire scorches the land
and makes it fertile and dead

tadpoles transubstantiate
eagles hatch
Minnows appear in small puddles
that dry in summer, leaving no bodies

humans search
humans misplace
And that which they seek
does not exist for them
What is human nature? Is it natural?
262 · Jul 2017
Summer
Andie Jul 2017
The cool breeze rustles the umbrella overhead
I dig my toes deeper into the warm sand, feeling the sun's tepid rays soak into my legs as a seagull drifts gently in the wind
I recline, watching the glistening waves crash down upon the compacted brown shore
Looking over, I see ice cream dripping down the cone onto the soft alluvium beach
I let it, why not?
Summer time fun
247 · Jan 2018
Micropoem No. 1
Andie Jan 2018
I  am  the  space
between
your    shut
eyelids
     like            fingers
but seeing
First attempt
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