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 Jan 2016 k y
Daisy Fields
My brain is constantly dissecting & rearranging words.
Thinking up rhymes & synonyms & puns for things.
Switching letters around to form different sounds or taking 2 words and fusing them together to create a new super word.
Just constantly breaking them down and moving them around and analyzing all the things I can do with them and ways I can use them.
It never stops it's just how my brain is wired, especially when I'm feeling inspired.
It feels like I have a thesaurus, a dictionary, a joke book, a rhyme generator, a half finished poem and a game a scrabble opened & operating at all times haha.
The ol thought factory's been workin overtime and late nights lately.
 Jan 2016 k y
Sylvia Plath
"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)"
 Jan 2016 k y
Bloody Moon
 Jan 2016 k y
43 shots from a dead eye stare I catch death in a glare and watch the tear in your soul as he drags you through the holy stares cackling through bleeding eyes, nails in your teeth holes in your tongue all seem to scream the same thing, leave
So you go, ****** needles to use in the carousel of hate cracking your mind's eye
A Salem womb a dripping moon telling them to move
 Jan 2016 k y
Roanne Manio
Let us be cynics together.

We can talk about how love
ruined the best of us,
how it could never last.
We can sit around the park
and laugh at the couples
holding hands.

Let us be cynics together.

And maybe,
just maybe,
we can fall in love.
 Jan 2016 k y
Roanne Manio
They told you to fear forest fires.
They told you how dangerous it was.
How destructive.
But they didn't tell you how
it's the earth's way of renewing itself,
of ridding itself of the grit,
so it can rise anew.

I want a forest fire to take over my heart,
to let it burn the walls,
to purge the sorrow,
to take away the mud seeping through the cracks.
It will not be a pretty sight.
Flowers will be set ablaze.
It will destroy
but it will bear.

You will see me standing
in the middle of the trees reborn—
the one who set the forest ablaze,
the one who rose up in smoke.
The wind at my command.
 Jan 2016 k y
Roanne Manio
Sometimes I see you looking out the window
and I know you still wait for her.
Sometimes I hear you humming, very softly, almost a whisper,
the song she always sang to you when you're about to sleep.
Sometimes I catch you touching the place behind your ears
where she always kissed you.
Sometimes you stop in your tracks when you smell her perfume.
And sometimes I can feel your hands loosening its grip when you hold mine—a fraction, an inch, barely noticeable.
And sometimes you laugh at my jokes but the glitter never reaches your eyes.
And sometimes you kiss me but it feels like a question.
And I know we're both haunted by a girl still alive,
her phantom hand pushing me
away from you.
 Jan 2016 k y
Wandering soul
I saw in your eyes
two universes collide
The cosmic dust
Guiding me home
I saw in your smile
The curve of the earth
And in your happiness
I found mine
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