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schuyler Sep 8
leaning with that melancholy
against the harbor rail,
eyes alight with ships'
twinkling lanterns.

dave brubeck's notes
float around us,
tempting me to take
your dangling hand
and dance under the
brassy moon.
(it almost reminds
me of a ride cymbal).

my cheeks ache
under the strain of
a smile you put there,
the kind of smile
that climbs like
a crescendo and
builds until it pools
into your eyes and
makes music.
and i cannot make
that music fall,
for i think i am in love—
with it all.
inspired by dave brubeck's song "harbor lights"
schuyler Aug 26
mon coeur,
a bitter winter-melt spring to drink,
we're so young you could call us antiquity.

une tragédie de la jeunesse.

and heaven sighs—
what to be done with all these golden kids?
  Aug 26 schuyler
Rohan Press
It is unlatched
so two shades of blue shine
      unseen, darkening.
There is no pale impression from
the ceiling light, just indigo,
      just midnight,
ink on a page unread.
You can’t make out the dust
      spiraling
anymore. You can’t remember
the last notes played here,
      anymore.
schuyler Apr 28
don't get as close as clouds,
there's thunder.

don't flash your eyes,
thunder thunder.

don't turn your lips
over those stormy words—

oh that thunder thunder thunder

(it always comes after the lashing of lightning)
  Apr 23 schuyler
Bhanavi Kumar
Don't speak harshly,
Your words will form swords in me

Touch my cheek; speak gently,
And they will form worlds in me
schuyler Apr 1
i cannot smile
unless i force it
upon the corners of my sorrowed lips,
who finally spoke the worst kind of truth:

the one that i wish were anything but.
i am back, but not in happiness. i have had to come to terms with an awful truth recently; a lie that i spun within myself from my private, swallowed tears. i need to let it out, and there’s nothing that will converse with me but poetry.
"PUT off that mask of burning gold
With emerald eyes."
"O no, my dear, you make so bold
To find if hearts be wild and wise,
And yet not cold."
"I would but find what's there to find,
Love or deceit."
"It was the mask engaged your mind,
And after set your heart to beat,
Not what's behind."
"But lest you are my enemy,
I must enquire."
"O no, my dear, let all that be;
What matter, so there is but fire
In you, in me?"
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