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 Apr 2015
poetessa diabolica
the sun lost its memory
in a familiar taste of irony,
stood amidst a raging fire
in vast depths of the sea,
destruction was eminent
as the horizon slowly fell
neath domesticated rainbows
emulating malnutrition,
and the poetry of the masses
sunk to oblivion once again,
fate tempted destiny
as the bird within heart
of a universe in denial
died without sustenance
dulling senses of validity,
in an antidote for gloom**

dawn was discontinued indefinitely
 Apr 2015
Kayden Fittini
The walls of this room looks filthy -

Desire falls on the lap of thirteen;
While howling travels across the air.

(No arrows are left to spare.)

The war has ended in malice --
and now jurisdiction has sectioned off solace.
A mad man runs havoc on the streets.

(So Let me say.)

How....Did we do this.
Can someone help here.
The pain is so ever near.
So why...Do I
breath here.
The air is thick right here.
Oh...Here.

(Continue the curtain which covers our mistakes.)

Please give us that eternal bliss--
Or allow me to shake it off.
Terrible lies inflict a giant loss.

(So I must repeat to say.)

How....Did we do this.
Can someone help here.
The pain is so ever near.
So why...Do I
breath here.
The air is thick right here.
Oh right here.

Please show some mercy, amongst all the heartache.
Even all the stars ache.
Planets have eroded.
Plants have all of sudden folded.

(Please allow me to say this!)

So how....Did we do this.
Can someone help here.
The pain is so ever near.
So why...Do I
breath here.
The air is thick right here.
Oh right here.

Please have some mercy!
 Apr 2015
Aisling
There are constellations between your teeth and you have starlight wrapped around your tongue, there is moonlight in your eyes but sunlight in your smile
Every time you breath you inhale glitter and oxygen and powdered sugar, the scent of grass and strawberries and hope
Flowers bloom between your ribs and wind through the joints in your hips, your knees, your wrists
There is a whole menagerie in your stomach, butterflies and pelicans and Bengal tigers
Your skin is crushed velvet, silk and lace, encasing a skeleton of steel and iron, silver filigree
Your hands are soft as cotton, rose petals, strong as the will of all your ancestors.
When you die you will melt back into the earth, disintegrate and fall back to where you came from
You will be absorbed back into the atmosphere and the universe will swallow you up.
It will rearrange your atoms and produce something completely you but completely different.
You are one of a kind, you are the entire universe.
You will never be again, but you will never stop being.
title adapted from Woman by Joy Williams
 Apr 2015
SøułSurvivør
in Honor of my father**

He was born in Isle La Monte
In nineteen twenty six
Son of a plot farmer
The soil to plant and mix

He was a good student
A good lad as a rule
In the winter he would trek
Twelve miles to go to school

An IQ test was given
I will not debate
My father came in second
For the record of the state!

He did achieve much excellence
I think you will agree
He paid his own way
To go to MIT

He served his country loyally
He was a navel man
Was ranked at RT-4
On a LST landing craft

He manned the radio towers
And handed up the shells
The Kamakazi dove to ****
In Okinawa's hell...

He is a faithful husband
And a father who's bar none
If my father'd been on the other side
I believe they would have won!

Now he's on the Dream Flight
To Washington DC
And I tell you that his daughter

Is as proud as proud can be!!!
The Dream Flight is for WWII vets
Who would ordinarily never be able
To afford to visit the Washington Memorial of WWII... it is an all expenses paid flight and hotel then a magnificent ceremony at the Memorial. My brother will be standing by his 90 year old
Father throughout everything...
Which is heroic in itself as my dad is almost stone deaf and in a wheelchair. He will need some assistance!!!

THIS IS HISTORY IN THE MAKING!

I AM SO PROUD OF MY FATHER
(in case you hadn't guessed)

Thanks for welcoming me back to Hello Poetry... you are wonderful friends.

I have been going through some things visceral. But feeling better every day. The cup is half full, yes??

----!
Isn't
Numbness,
a feeling?
For..
You
are
supposed
to
not
feel
anything.*

(Or not)
This is the worst part of my depression.
 Apr 2015
Joel M Frye
"and who might you be?"
he asked in a voice
hahdah than a newenglandbed

"just a fellow poet who was read
your poems in fifth grade
and fell in love with words"

"a )poet(?  why of all most the amazing
things on earth would you
want to do that?"

"it never was a want"
NaPoWriMo day 14.  An imaginary conversation between a master and an obscure to be sure online poet.
○☆♢☆♡☆♢☆○
She sends her love
She sends her love down
into the Mother
that holds her dearly
pressed deep within layers
crystalline veins
become fingers of light

beneath the surface
precious stone
purple points of symmetry
down through darkness so dark
ancient dreams she remembers
She sends Her Heart
Heart Pure

She sends her love
She sends her love down
into the Mother  
that holds her dearly
millenniums of rotation
meld together in perfect form
full, round and firm

layers upon layers of
bones, stones n' trees
leaves laden with mud
pressed dense n' deep
beneath the surface
orbs of precious stone
purple points of symmetry

crystalline veins
become fingers of light
tunnels of silver
copper and gold
milleniumms of rotation
meld together in perfect form
full, round and firm

stones trees n' bones
mud laden with leaves    
pressed deep n' dense  
down through darkness so dark
ancient dreams She remembers
She sends her Heart
Heart Pure

fingers of light
Illuminating
the Warm Core  
Beating Heart of the Mother

  ☆○♢☆♢▪♡▪♢☆♢○☆

Copyright © 2015 Christi Michaels.
All Rights Reserved
She Sends Her Love
A Mantra
 Apr 2015
Musfiq us shaleheen
~~~
When the beautiful mingles
    With more beautiful
      Makes a fair of flowers
         Brings soul to life
    Nature infuses into creation of new dances
  Then I just want to sink beneath love
 More to more!

When all the spots are removed
  You draw dreams on eyes
     Mind deserves the New Day
       Would be lost out of bounds
   Far too far
More to more!

After the end of the obscure
  Southern wind flows through the windows
    Life grows again
      The new songs
         Rocking-
      The new tunes drive
    So far away-
More to more!

When you exist at the edge
   Of my thoughts
     Your smile
       Plays flute -
         Obsession-
           Tiger by the tail-
         Moving-
     So far away-
  More to more!

When the tunes
  More tunes
    Make the rhythm -  
      Very tone of voices- how delight!
         Moving-dancing graphically on vine
      Dark light- lighting
   Songs follow Songs -
  Lifelong soul
More to more!!

~~~
 Apr 2015
Livingdeadgirl
Who will love me
who will stay by my side
who will be there when I need them most

Sometimes I want to scream
"leave me, everyone does" I'd say
"stop toying with my life"

Sometimes I wonder
'I love unconditionally
what if I never loved at all'

If I had no heart
there'd be no ache
but there'd be a lost and angry soul

Life is misery
love is pain
but my life is a huge joke

I used to believe in many things
like love and mythical fairytales
but that did not last

I grew up looking for good
I knew since I was little
life is not sugar plums and gum drops

I knew the world was made of evil
I saw it all
before I even started middle school

I try to dry the tears
I try to bottle up the pain
but it just wears on me

I could hide my heart
It always beat so sorrowfully
it was always so steady

May you see life
may it be enlightening
may you learn from what you see

I learned to be true to myself
I learned to deal with some pain
I learned life is cruel

Love is a sensitive thing
love can hurt
but love can also feel good

When you find true love
you'll want to dance and sing
just be careful where you step

Things aren't always what they seem
they might look nice
don't base life on looks

I saw life
I saw death
doesn't mean I know them truly
 Apr 2015
Hayleigh
Wind mills in our skulls
So fast we can't get a grasp on
Pretty pills
As we stare out
Of barred windowsills
Forget your cliches
And petty prejudices
And open your heart
Haiku
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