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jayebird Feb 2016
baby, you may be blind as a bat
but I need you to begin memorizing the bumps on my skin like braille and
interpret my world with your fingertips


take it one letter at a time
no need to rush
learning is a slow process when you're just using touch

visualize, now, what you find
the feeling of my flesh is too divine
it blinds you from the endless blackness hiding from inside

sense the glow that's on the surface
read the vibrations pulsing from my veins
but I will not let you cut them open, for sight you would surely regain
I wrote the first stanza of this poem a helluva long time ago, but I thought I would expand on the idea I had. The end product is actually a lot darker than I originally planned; oh well :)
jayebird Feb 2016
Beyond the city limits
These lights swarm the sky
Instead of the ground
An orb it does form
Squeezing everything inside
Together, for better or for worse

It's there where I see you again
The buildings feel so far away now
Only a room do we stay in
Enclosed but not locked
Let me sit on your bed for a moment to
Inspect the condition of which your skull, hands, and spine are in

Our eyes meet and suddenly
I'm looking from the inside
Out again
While I'm staring so deliberately,
I find a piece of me
Lodged inside your ear,
So deep it sleeps on the pillows of your pretty pink pipes
That flush with the most vibrant of colors every night
It stays quiet while you draw near unconsciousness
Then when I say "goodnight" to you,
Into midnight I soar away and try to break the walls around your mind just so I can whisper
Goodmorning to you in your dreams

The sunrise must be astonishing from this far away
I wish, somehow, that I could stay
Here alone with your warm gooey mind
We would both cry while we watch blue transfuse into golden strands
Over a wide, open, greenish space
New skies arise from below our toes
Dissolving the salted stars and igniting a crisp morning fire that
Warms the pale skin off of your face and
Engulfs the walls of this room with flames until
All that's left is the stone-cold ground
probably going to add more to this later.
  Jan 2016 jayebird
The Dedpoet
1.You shall not confine beauty, that which is in the eye of the poet charged to show it to the world.

2.There is no poetry better than the other, although your words are different you all bear witness to the soul's confession.

3. You will write freely not to incite popularity but to give truth to this art.

4. You shall never use poetry as self vanity but for exploring the spirituality within each other.

5. You will not be confined to the repetition that you have used in poetry, poetry is an exploration of the self, therefore the words are too an evolution of discovery.

6. The words will be therapeutic and truthful to the self so that you can see the truth in the world to bring about the compassion within.

7. You will bleed your self onto paper and very word will be yours for everyone else, there is no poetry without others to read it.

8. The words shall be as a confession that does not inspire sorrowful outlooks, but it shall inspire into action those who knew no better than before your suffering.

9. Being true to yourself first and foremost is an absolute; if you lie to yourself then how can one be a true person, much less a true poet?

10. Each poem will be a gift to the world, but it will never be greater than your dream and will always be inferior to the most marvelous of dreams which is the art of poetry itself.
jayebird Jan 2016
Right now the only feeling you know is
A troubling trembling tormenting your gut
Creeping it's way into every gaping space,
Every pore that craves a name

Floods force their way between your golden temples
Your kingdom
Your presence, with
Radioactive pollution that leaves you
Struggling for air and for your own words

So sit back down, love
Don't feel rushed
Just give into gravity
Open your ears
Your jaw and your fears
Allow the musical medicine,  
The strings of silence and peace
Move your mouth to open
And breathe

Now you may
Taste the millions of magic molecules
Dancing all around
Notice how they satisfy the ache once evolving from your mouth

They travel down a dark tunnel
To reclaim a familiar sensation

And now for the moment we've all been waiting on
Fill your balloons surely
With the magical gas
Those everlasting fumes
Create homes in your warm, cozy embrace
But only for a moment before
Returning to the vast unknown

And always remember what I told you,
That even the oxygen all around you
Is temporary compared with eternity

And you must trust me when I tell you;

You don't belong to the ideas they've made
They don't really own you
Like your head may portray
It only takes charge when you listen to your outsides speak
Or, rather, scream

And remind yourself everyday;

The back of your head has answers
The back of your hand can't explain
Allow yourself a breath of fresh life and
Don’t allow your skull to outweigh your soul
Lose this shell you've outgrown and
Discover every heaven and hell
Within the depths
Of yourself.
about the power of meditation, calming anxiety, and appreciating the great emptiness/wholeness that is yourself. also my first poem on here, so that's cool

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