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 Mar 2015 Xyns
Bruised Orange
You are not my children,
tender as you are.
You are not my lover,
though you cause my heart to yearn.
You are not my sun,
or my moon,
or my star.

I set you on this rock;
you will not make me burn.

You are simply sticks,
arranged upon the pyre.
You are clever tricks,
though you flaunt my clear desire.
You are not the match,
or the wick,
or the fire.

I set you on this rock;
To see what might transpire.

You will never be a pheasant's egg to be coddled.
You are only this: a calf led to the slaughter.
A poem addressed to my poems, in the midst of the dreaded poetry workshop, where my lovelies are torn to shreds.  An attempt to maintain distance, for the sake of learning.  It's hard.
 Mar 2015 Xyns
ryn
Serenade
 Mar 2015 Xyns
ryn
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•play me a
tune of sweet serenade
•sing me a song of wistful
melody•recite me the words
you would            have said•
now whisper me your sighs
tenderly•paint me the
colours of night and day•write
me the poem of your heart•send me
your love on which I lay•make me the
end to all your starts•strum me the chord
of hopeful bliss•compose me a ballad that
sets my innermost free•so play me your
tune, the one that I would always miss
•and keep singing of us in a song,
so we'd be immortalised in
eternity•
.
 Mar 2015 Xyns
Matthew Bourgeois
When you look at him
You see a violent man ready to attack.

When I look at him
I see the guy who carried me around Disney World on his shoulders.

When you look at him
You see a possible drug distributor in the state of Florida.

When I look at him
I see the guy who LARPs in his front yard with his friends.

When you look at him
You see a ****.

When I look at him
I see the guy who held my hand before I got on my first rollercoaster to comfort me.

When you look at him
You see the man you shot because he, "charged."

When I look at him
I see an innocent man killed in cold blood.

When you look at him
You see suspect white male early 20s wearing basketball shorts and a tshirt.

When I look at him
I see Derek Cruice.
RIP old friend...
 Mar 2015 Xyns
Creep
circle maze
 Mar 2015 Xyns
Creep
I shouldn't care, but I do.
And I guess that's what hurts most...
I'm spinning around in circles
And I feel like that circle ends in walls
And I keep falling down and collapsing in agony and pain and misery
As I feel around for something to pull myself up on
I can't i can't I can't find anything
And I've given up,
I'm just gonna lay here on the floor
And stare at the ceiling.
****. I know I should be happy thay I got into this school, one of the best schools in the state, but im not and I'm crying and I don't know why and uhhhh **** there r no more tissues....

Into the black
By the chromatics
 Mar 2015 Xyns
Ivy Grace Bell
At night,
I count my blessings with each rise and fall of your chest,
The freckles that form a constellation on your back are a mere
whisper
of the universe you hold in your eyes.
 Mar 2015 Xyns
epictails
He was flying
midair like a bird on its
first glide
his wings about
to break
from the current that wanted
to stop him
a sweet sensation in his mouth
about to roll him over,
freedom enslaving his body
Alas!
He went back to the earth
to the ground
to reality so atrocious
only this time with a heartbreaking crash
and crash and crash
and blood and bones separating
soft flesh pulped
muffled voices, shocked riffs hanging
like his vision
his life, his story!


*Oh but that was to be the end of him...

the  death of a bold quest for meaning
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