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\              words
     ­                     are seeds
                           which float like
             a dandelion fluff in the
             wind / a breath of air
             can send them to
            flight/ yet




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Concrete poetry

The first one I’ve done in quite some time
Shane Leigh Jul 24
It’s hard to breathe under the clearest blue skies.
All the gazes,
I can feel them,
And I’m sick of their eyes.

Their words,
although not many,

          they hurt.

Though there are few,
I hurt them more than they deserve;
because I hide,
I fear being alone
but I always leave them alone.

Is this what it's like to be different?
Is this what there is to look forward to?
If so,
          then I'd rather face the blue skies,
              all the gazes,
                  I'll feel them all,
                      and I'll remember how I hate them.
Hello! I'm having some trouble thinking of a title lol but I do hope you enjoy the poem none-the-less.
Enjoy (:
© Shane Leigh
  Jul 24 Shane Leigh
Ariana Bagley
I love him
I tell myself
I know that
We will be together forever
I don’t believe that
We could be separated
My thoughts tell me that
He’s the love of my life
Sometimes my heart lies and says
I could live an eternity
Without him
Like my friends say
“We’re perfect for each other”
And you can’t tell me
He’s not the one.

Now read from bottom to top.
  Jul 22 Shane Leigh
This line is your lips
And this one is mine
So whats gonna be
The space between these two lines

This stanza is your mouth
A dance floor, a rhyme
A pristine planet

And this one is my mouth
A wanderer, a discoverer
Another planet

Lets discover each other
Taint and untaint our surfaces
Plant and reap fantasies and dreams
Tasty is the pleasure, the louder is the screams

I danced on your rhymes
And you danced on mine
Feeling each verse, curve and slide
Two planets collide

I think I am high on your lips
  Jul 17 Shane Leigh
The world is too small for me.  
The land, with its palette of
Green, the malachite feathers quivering on the
Brown, rough boughs of trees, that sprout from the soft
Earth, dotted with flowers, their petals
Prismatic, broken rays of a rainbow -
Red dust stained with
Yellow grain crossed with
Violet air blended with
Blue seas that stretch into darkness.  
I cannot see in the dark, and the sky,
The sky is bright.  

I am compressed.
Filled with the need to stretch out my arms
And let the wind
With its opalescent hands
Carry me into the atmosphere
Like a meteor
That fell, the fire of its descent stripping away its rocky flesh
Leaving behind only bones made of skin
Returning home.  

I could speak to the stars.
My words traveling through the void of space
Silent, but not voiceless
And marvel at the heat touching my blue lips.  
I could touch the sun.  
The fiery eye surrounded by bright, unfurling rays -
I could pluck them
Like the daisies I had thought so magnificent as a child,
Their soft, white crowns served as the stars
To my younger shadow.  
Their tangibility comforting
In a large world.  

My, how I have grown
When the world has not.  

I would preform ballet on the bands of light
Being drawn into my own black hole.  
The ravenous hollow created out of destruction
And when my body breaks apart
It will do so with the light.  
I would waltz from asteroid to asteroid
Their metallic bodies cold beneath my bare feet
As they spun, empty and lonely -
But I would turn with them
Smiling and laughing silently
And I would feel free.  

There is so much
In my sky
Past the blue.  
But, no matter how tall I grow
Or how high I jump
Or how far I stretch out my arms
I will not ascend
To where my heart has gone.
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