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My spirit is ages older than my body could ever fathom. *** I live and breathe words. I may not be the next big thing, ...
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Poems
liz
Nov 2018
this is some ******* baby
u know i got the time
come unwind ur coils around
my soft body, make me
shiver, mr. knows me like
the back of his hand;
backhanded compliments
from tu pinche mamá
she thinks i'm perilous
never doubted u, but
she never believed in u either
& it's high time u and i
got high by the edge of the sea
in this world it's yeet
or be yote (u know i'm the goat)
baby it's just a joke, relax
the breeze is still blowin'
your hair into my face
& i can smell the fear in
waves crashing into the cliff
it's gonna be ok, corazón
sometimes u just gotta
yeet or be yeeted into
life, unhindered by her
& remember my heart is open
my body may be soft but
them waves ain't gonna break
against my soul tonight
u know i got the time
come unwind ur coils around
my soft body, make me
shiver, mr. knows me like
the back of his hand;
backhanded compliments
from tu pinche mamá
she thinks i'm perilous
never doubted u, but
she never believed in u either
& it's high time u and i
got high by the edge of the sea
in this world it's yeet
or be yote (u know i'm the goat)
baby it's just a joke, relax
the breeze is still blowin'
your hair into my face
& i can smell the fear in
waves crashing into the cliff
it's gonna be ok, corazón
sometimes u just gotta
yeet or be yeeted into
life, unhindered by her
& remember my heart is open
my body may be soft but
them waves ain't gonna break
against my soul tonight
if u love then u love. be wide open.
it's tried & true that the world is a lot more interesting when u give ur whole self to whatever comes & coils around u. so hesitation has its place here but only if u choose to welcome it in.
11.11.18 7:42pm
meme culture is prevalent here.
it's tried & true that the world is a lot more interesting when u give ur whole self to whatever comes & coils around u. so hesitation has its place here but only if u choose to welcome it in.
11.11.18 7:42pm
meme culture is prevalent here.
David Ehrgott Aug 2015
Bites Of Love
David Ehrgott
Aug 2015
I told my mother at the age of five
"If your boyfriend Frankie
Doesn't stop hurting me
I'm going to live with the wolves"
"Well" she said
"Go then, live with wolves"
So I left the kitchen and walked
through the garage and out of the side
door across the rock lawn
and across the street into the desert
Where coyotes lived
One hundred and eighty yards away in measure
But really about ten or eleven properties
I was so mad at being hurt
and no one to protect me
My friends came charging to greet me
about halfway from their den
And they surrounded me
And nipped at me
Two or three of them at a time
And the nips hurt but,
They were not a hurt of pain
I swear
and without imagination
These were bites of love
And the more they would bite me
The more I could feel their love
A love of warmth and tenderness
A caring love
A love which knows no boundaries
So warm the love of the desert wolves
Not of something colder
that would invite strangers into
their home to harm their own
Flesh and blood and bones
They, the yote, so starved
for affection
the somber song they sing of morn
and of moonlight
and the tides
both ebb and flow
Their love, they shared with me
A warmth that none can match
The messenger between maker
and mankind
will never understand nor listen
Paper walls and the wails of wolves
Both whisper in the winds
I have love
It was gifted to me
"If your boyfriend Frankie
Doesn't stop hurting me
I'm going to live with the wolves"
"Well" she said
"Go then, live with wolves"
So I left the kitchen and walked
through the garage and out of the side
door across the rock lawn
and across the street into the desert
Where coyotes lived
One hundred and eighty yards away in measure
But really about ten or eleven properties
I was so mad at being hurt
and no one to protect me
My friends came charging to greet me
about halfway from their den
And they surrounded me
And nipped at me
Two or three of them at a time
And the nips hurt but,
They were not a hurt of pain
I swear
and without imagination
These were bites of love
And the more they would bite me
The more I could feel their love
A love of warmth and tenderness
A caring love
A love which knows no boundaries
So warm the love of the desert wolves
Not of something colder
that would invite strangers into
their home to harm their own
Flesh and blood and bones
They, the yote, so starved
for affection
the somber song they sing of morn
and of moonlight
and the tides
both ebb and flow
Their love, they shared with me
A warmth that none can match
The messenger between maker
and mankind
will never understand nor listen
Paper walls and the wails of wolves
Both whisper in the winds
I have love
It was gifted to me