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 Sep 2021
julius
threading my fingers through your pink hair
warm silence rises out of open mouths
rose skin and water lilies float above water
 Sep 2021
vienna bombardieri
It was a sizzling summer of electric blues and vibrant hues
in  a garden full of flowers inked in plushy spanking reds
a wall of buttress wood splashed with vines of green
a purple morning glory with a touch of dewy sheen
over by a mossy pond a mandarin duck of orangey blue

The sun turns amber like a big fat shimmering coin of gold
in a sky that often blushes fuchsia,  pink, by a cloud's enfold
emerald blades of grass behind a white striped skunk  
a gradient shade of orange, from a Siberian chipmunk
here by the royal blue bench, a vibrant peacock fans bold

It is a season of rainbow colored rain and red electric trains
in a terrace full of trellises of white, roses bright as Spain  
blooming with vigor inside my bright oasis
happily connected to a Revlon kiss,  
of  cherry berry merry, on a girl named Mary Lou Fontaine
 Sep 2021
Ayn
This crown of thorns:
Pushed farther on mine brow,
My brain, it mourns.
Mourns the sadness to which I bow.

These cuffs of blades:
Cut deep into mine legs and arms,
I have been cut by this ace of spades;
The forsaken knife, that exclusively harms.

This unfair reality:
It eats away at all thats left,
It falsely gives me a principality.
The load of emotions, I still heft.

A heart i will never take,
But I still stumble on.
Each day with another mistake,
My hope is just another con.
So ummm yeah, the first poem I wrote, way back in feb of 2019 right after a suicide attempt... Jesus-*******-Christ that’s dark. But I thought I’d share the story behind it. Also was reading Macbeth at the time, so that’s why the language is odd.
 Sep 2021
Ayesha
they say fell, but
flew we
in the descending dark.
It is not euphoric.
Not fear, nor
a valour unrestrained,
But something
like all that

When vapour yields
to vessels’ unalterable flow
and women unfold shawls
for their children
And paints
peel off the houses,
and onto

the damp concrete below;
sail along
with the wandering waves
wherever, wherever...

To makeshift dens
of sick cats
and rats
To creeks and cracks
where old dusts lay silent

Held our spirits
firmly by the wrists
That of moon-licked purity, we held
and another
a dusky chaos.
Of trees restless in winds
restless

Of trees whispering
in winds quiet
My, we held so many!
One, a childish joy
one then, its innocent weep
So many—
Fires we held
and fish all lively
swirling within

This spirit fluttered,
then those
in the glass-coated silvery
of our gaze

When knelt the streams
towards their fall
and fell, fell—
(oh, but did they)
we soared on
wherever, wherever...

So frenzied we,
tongue-tied now.
03/09/2021

another one I wrote during the boring Social Studies lecture

Inspired by Rainer Maria Rilke's poem ‘Do you still remember: falling stars’
 Sep 2021
Ayesha
Settle now,
you tyrant prince
So pretty your tantrums—

There is a chaos
oozing out of this weaved stronghold
so quiet,
no kings, no servants hear.
Guards joke on of drinks and thunder
Mothers, with children,
wander, and so do moons and ghostly clouds
But you will not sleep,
what is wrong?
(what did you do?)

What old folks’ lore
awaits our fall
to fill the blank of its words—
What dogs sniffing around,
a thousand suns after,
for the long-smothered stench of our bones?

Then, so lovely a waking—

Dare not you stir, wretched bloom! Dare not
you whimper or flinch
Still now!
As rats we stand
to the great shadow
of our unleashed beast

Surely, some doubts lurk inside its head—
Surely, we are the dead; surely, statues…
Never known a taste of life,
surely, tasteless we!

and pleas and pleas fill up our eyes
As, slowly, the beast moves

Hush now!
do not you flutter, do not sing.
Still, still—
as, oh, the shadow
smaller goes.
Oh, far, and now further

so close we were to an eternal night

(and the flock of birds
to sun sails
as winter crawls behind)

Had you giggled a smallest of tides—
oh, but don't you stir now!
Give me your hands,
your soft-skinned ankles
and neck young—

It is alright.

You’ll grow up to paint
wonders on these ropes and
They will not ***** as much later
No, not snakes! Ropes they are. See! Harmless—
Hush now!
Not a whine, precious child,
not an accidental sob

(the winter comes, I know,
but dare not you shiver.)
Still behind a betraying gust
may hide the unleashed beast, so
be done with this excited foolery.
Hush! Don’t you weep—
No, the beast still lurks; it does,
it does, it does, and dare not you move!

You’ll bring upon us a plummet undying

Stop now! Stop with your flutter, your
trembling gaze,
stop, stop, please—
06/09/2021

‘Be still my foolish heart, don’t ruin this on me.’
-Hozier
 Sep 2021
Nought
You were the fire,
A beautiful, glowing light,
And I was the oxygen.

You said,
You could not function without me,
But all that meant was,
You were using me,
Consuming me,
To glow forever brighter.
- Nought
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