They were green.
Not like any I'd ever seen.
With a few specks of gold from a mighty king's crown,
But rather down to earth with a slight shade of brown.
Sparkling as if they were their own galaxy,
Never such brilliance have I ever seen.
In summary, I would remark,
They were green,
And they were beautiful.

Punctuation marks the hesitancy in this conversation and
I can't help but dwell on words resting unspoken between
commas, ellipses and apostrophes;the
Spaces between letters where sounds sleep, vibrations
strike empty chords and fall short of expression.

They met on rainy days
  when the air was thick,
laden with the
   scent of old musky
     scrapbook memoirs
           & salt tears' reminisces

She is essence of la bella donna,
    herein lies the paradigm mid
       ***** pearls & nightshade's poison,
exhales echoes of dark crescent moons &
        sandalwood's perfumed incense
burning sentience of duality's seasonings
   'tween contradiction 'neath her own breath,
  born to gypsy souls 'twixt a solar eclipse
    she worried naught what society thought,
her poetry was incalculably beyond measure
     neither less than or more than incurable,
   rendered nuances as a badge of significant honor
      gaily whirling beyond distinctive contrasts,
            'neath importance of individuality's calling
      amidst her own unique indulgent nature,
                  dazzling sensuality's intrinsic whimsy

The best way to not get your heart broken is to pretend you don't have one.
One said.

But every time you show up,
you remind me that
perhaps,*
Some people are worth having a heart for.

People will always leave.
It doesn't matter how they tell you
that you are the most important thing
that ever happened to them.
It doesn't matter how they treat you so special
for days, weeks, months, years, I don't know.
It doesn't matter.
It doesn't matter how they tell you 'I love you'
after they kiss you on your forehead.
It doesn't matter how they make you
feel warm when you were cold.
It doesn't matter how they remind you
how perfect you are after you wake up.
You will be left hanging
somewhere,sometime, somehow
by that someone.
It's just a matter of duration.
People leave no matter what.
It's a human nature.

Lasers on my lunch
Greedy golden dog covets
Even satsumas

12 SIGNS THAT YOUR IN LOVE
TWELVE:
You walk really slow when
you're with them.
ELEVEN:
You feel shy whenever they're
around.
TEN:
You smile when you hear their
voice.
NINE:
When you look at them,,you
can't see the other people
around you,,you just see him/
her.
SEVEN:
They're all you think about.
SIX:
You realize you're always smiling
when you're looking at them.
FIVE:
You would do anything just to
see them.
FOUR:
While reading this,,there was
one person on your mind this
whole time.
THREE:
You just smiled because it's true.
TWO:
You were so busy thinking
about that person,,you didn't
notice number eight was
missing.
ONE:
You just scrolled up to check &
now silently laughing at yourself.

cave of wonder,
the black ivies of the sea,
the moon-shadows of
the shore.

the water carves its caves
out of the black rock,
little turrets of the wind
walking the battlements
of the sea's dark fortress.

•

You are a really good fisherman,



And I am just but a foolish fish,




                                                       ­                      Preposterously bitten your hook,
                                                    With your bait of feigned love attached to it,
  



                                   Piercing it all the way to my heart,


                  Leaving me wounded with all of those prevaricates I've fell for,


But I don't know why,

                            I still love the feeling,

                                         That you've been jumping in gladness,

                                             That you've finally caught me,



Even though I was hardly breathing,

               'Cause you've taken  me away from the place,

                                  That makes me breathe and gives me joy.


                                 It somehow gives me relief,

                 Seeing the auspicious sun,

Brightly gleaming into my beautiful scales,

Not knowing it was just a start of a baleful Gehenna!




                    I should've known all along that it's just an entice!




                              But I am still blessed,


           'Cause I have manage to escape,

                                While damaging and harming myself in the process,


From the jailhouse that you've locked me in.




                                                      ­From then on,


              You've learned a lesson,


  

And use NET instead.



                       © Earl Jane
                         ♥ E.J.C.S.