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 Oct 2017 Viany
sydney
allowance
 Oct 2017 Viany
sydney
you are allowed to be sad
it does not make you weak

you are allowed to cry
it does not make you overemotional

you are allowed to fall in love
it does not make you dumb

you are allowed to express who you are
it does not make you weird

you are allowed to be yourself
that is so beautiful

you
you are so beautiful

you are so bold
you are so worthy

you deserve the world in the palm of your hands
do      not     forget
 Oct 2017 Viany
sydney
alone
 Oct 2017 Viany
sydney
i never felt alone when i was with you
i always felt at home

i isolated myself from everyone else
i paid no one mind but you

and now that you have left me
i realize how alone i am

i am so alone
with so little trust

and i have no one to blame
but myself

i will learn to heal
and learn to let people in

but it is so hard
when all i have known is you.
 Oct 2017 Viany
Lost Boy
She was like the moon, and I the stars
For sometimes she'd disappear
Behind the black clouds
And sometimes
I would do the same.
But the moments we'd share
Together in the sky
People would gather around
To watch us in awe.

And we'd still be there
When we couldn't be seen
So close together
Yet millions of miles apart.

For she was the moon
Constant, beautiful
And I was the stars
That lived and died
Just to be reborn in her wake
I'm back on to this poetry community with a fresh slate.. its been a while but I'm happy to be back
 Oct 2017 Viany
Lora Lee
(explicit)

**** my soul
        with poetry
           scream out my gracious name
             slay me with words
               that peel my layers
                and simultaneously
                                   drive me
                                           insane

finger me slowly, hotly
with just the right rhythm and rhyme
    push me past my
                 tender limits
                       into tongues of syntax,
                                                      sublime

a­lliterate my senses
   (in swift stac
                    c-at
                           o)
until my mind is but blank verse
    mess up my stressed
              and unstressed syllables
in unsung language, versed

I will speak to you in vowels
(the only sound
       I will be able to make)
as you stroke
   my iambic pentameter
             in the heat of frothed-up
                                                     ache

we are this heroic couplet, you see
        even if the meaning seems veiled
           no need for simile or metaphor
               as I feel your chest rise
                              in deep inhale

we are a natural paradox
       so many ironies abound
         discordant harmony
is our synaesthesia
     in visible darkness found

and I love this delicious enjambment
as your aura invisibly slips
                               into mine
our lines have no beginning,
                                 no end
    as we undo
          the boundaries
                      of time
Explicit!
synaesthesia-The production of a sense impression relating to one sense or part of the body by stimulation of another sense or part of the body.

en·jamb·ment
inˈjambmənt,enˈjam(b)mənt/שלח
noun
(in verse) the continuation of a sentence without a pause beyond the end of a line, couplet, or stanza.
 Oct 2017 Viany
Styles
Touch
 Oct 2017 Viany
Styles
Touched you in many ways
The feelings last for many days
Left you shaking like a page
The thoughts still amaze
Momeries come in waves
My stomach churns
as my body graves
 Oct 2017 Viany
zoie marie lynn
my poetry is mine again
no longer influenced by you
no longer influenced by what you do.
and i can say that because you will no longer see,
the words i love you typed across your screen.
and i can say that because you will no longer feel,
the agony, the pain, the scars that were real.
because you left,
it's possible to feel.
because you left,
nothing seems real.
we'll never be just friends,
but that's okay because my poetry is mine again.
Everything has always been about her, silly me to think that would change just because she walked away.
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