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i am a ghost who falls in love with words & fictional beings
Poems
John Michael Mawhorter Jan 2016
ZN
John Michael Mawhorter
Jan 2016
NZ
lightning strikes
but once never
again
shall not the rod
conduct the heat
and weld us both
transfixed
in light
immortality
seconds per volt per death
a pain
releasing
joy to the wind itself
throwing up shade
on the universe
unified with the skylark
ground to the hedges
hogged by Z
N by 3
south by northwest
too true
to hold calimity
cola
amity
CALAMITY JANE!
sharps rife
with ills
shot down by the freedom
to lie
to marry never
and die twice
once every day
and
then at 87
said promised
oriental accidents
of falling loads
to those who claim others
are ant
hinge
thing but WHYS
whi
wi
why?
we no
death
lightning strikes
but once never
again
shall not the rod
conduct the heat
and weld us both
transfixed
in light
immortality
seconds per volt per death
a pain
releasing
joy to the wind itself
throwing up shade
on the universe
unified with the skylark
ground to the hedges
hogged by Z
N by 3
south by northwest
too true
to hold calimity
cola
amity
CALAMITY JANE!
sharps rife
with ills
shot down by the freedom
to lie
to marry never
and die twice
once every day
and
then at 87
said promised
oriental accidents
of falling loads
to those who claim others
are ant
hinge
thing but WHYS
whi
wi
why?
we no
death
immortal technique
Lost
Sep 2016
You are kind and gentle and sweet,
your voice, my favorite melody,
your soft dark eyes, my weakness,
your smile makes me sheepish.
Who would've though it would take so little?
A glance, a smile, a joke, a laugh,
and there it was;
that warmth in my chest,
that glow to my cheeks,
that sparkle in my eyes,
and color flowed into my world like tears I would never cry,
because you,
are my kinda guy.
*finger guns
your voice, my favorite melody,
your soft dark eyes, my weakness,
your smile makes me sheepish.
Who would've though it would take so little?
A glance, a smile, a joke, a laugh,
and there it was;
that warmth in my chest,
that glow to my cheeks,
that sparkle in my eyes,
and color flowed into my world like tears I would never cry,
because you,
are my kinda guy.
*finger guns
I never had any clue a convention would lead me to love. Thank you.
Tyler Lynn Pulliam
Jun 2014
Truth be told, I was skeptical.
Was this worth the cowry shell equivalent?
My mind was a dry skin covered foot caught on a fleece blanket.
My tongue, lined with the taste of that earthy bile.
Distant isles between Alaska and Ayahuasca,
but it all comes rushing back. Jungle visions.
-
I
take
ten
sickly
steps
toward
the
teetering
ethereal
edge.
-
She's once again lined with that finespun glow.
I'm once again letting the little things go.
She's letting me know for the very first time.
I'm struggling to find words for the very last rhyme.
-
Trudging
tip-toed
through
the
nonlinear
narrative;
elegantly
elephantine.
-
Lick your wounds, traveler.
Set your eyes to the pale star's gleam.
Dogma unraveller
with an elementary scheme.
We are nature's instruments.
We are watchers in the night.
Softened slightly by the dissonance
of the dearly departed Wight.
-
He's slipping in and out.
Orbium linguam avium.
Labra lege: hic sunt dracones.
Let us dine on cremated elves.
-
m sw ll w ng sw rds nd st rs.
R zn hdzooldrmt hdliwh zmw hgzih.
I a a o i o a a .
I am swallowing swords and stars.
-
.ecnatsbus em evig dna eniltuo ym nekraD
.savnac eruza siht otno seye s'ti tsac dluow nuS eht hsiw I
?suhpysiS fo redluob eht I mA
.noitcerid gnorw eht ni gnilbmut no peek I
-
We're sailing on the calmest of waters,
but there is not a drop to drink.
Bad news for the boy who only rejects omens.
I will not hang a dead bird around my neck.
Retrace the lace and my hazy days of habit,
then let me know your honest opinion.
Exhibit an execution by exsiccation of the most exuberant exiles.
Or am I the only one who's thirsty?
-
Who here is the ghost?
I know **** well it's not me.
Who said that?
I know I did.
Didn't I?
Couldn't be.
Am I?No.
Hopper, this isn't sinking in.
I am not a liar.
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I was supposed to be writing something down.
Some kind of secret; some kind of rune.
Can you help me find our primal core?
Your carnal truths are mine to keep.
Weren't you supposed to be going somewhere?
The flea burrow, no, The Doubling House.
For in those halls of mold and paper walls
your memories were uneagerly forged.
It's time to shed your summer skin
and begin to eat with your hands.
Was this worth the cowry shell equivalent?
My mind was a dry skin covered foot caught on a fleece blanket.
My tongue, lined with the taste of that earthy bile.
Distant isles between Alaska and Ayahuasca,
but it all comes rushing back. Jungle visions.
-
I
take
ten
sickly
steps
toward
the
teetering
ethereal
edge.
-
She's once again lined with that finespun glow.
I'm once again letting the little things go.
She's letting me know for the very first time.
I'm struggling to find words for the very last rhyme.
-
Trudging
tip-toed
through
the
nonlinear
narrative;
elegantly
elephantine.
-
Lick your wounds, traveler.
Set your eyes to the pale star's gleam.
Dogma unraveller
with an elementary scheme.
We are nature's instruments.
We are watchers in the night.
Softened slightly by the dissonance
of the dearly departed Wight.
-
He's slipping in and out.
Orbium linguam avium.
Labra lege: hic sunt dracones.
Let us dine on cremated elves.
-
m sw ll w ng sw rds nd st rs.
R zn hdzooldrmt hdliwh zmw hgzih.
I a a o i o a a .
I am swallowing swords and stars.
-
.ecnatsbus em evig dna eniltuo ym nekraD
.savnac eruza siht otno seye s'ti tsac dluow nuS eht hsiw I
?suhpysiS fo redluob eht I mA
.noitcerid gnorw eht ni gnilbmut no peek I
-
We're sailing on the calmest of waters,
but there is not a drop to drink.
Bad news for the boy who only rejects omens.
I will not hang a dead bird around my neck.
Retrace the lace and my hazy days of habit,
then let me know your honest opinion.
Exhibit an execution by exsiccation of the most exuberant exiles.
Or am I the only one who's thirsty?
-
Who here is the ghost?
I know **** well it's not me.
Who said that?
I know I did.
Didn't I?
Couldn't be.
Am I?No.
Hopper, this isn't sinking in.
I am not a liar.
-
0111011101100101
011000010111001001100101
01101111011100100110011101100001011011100110100101100011
0110110101100001011000110110100001101001011011100110010101110011
-
I was supposed to be writing something down.
Some kind of secret; some kind of rune.
Can you help me find our primal core?
Your carnal truths are mine to keep.
Weren't you supposed to be going somewhere?
The flea burrow, no, The Doubling House.
For in those halls of mold and paper walls
your memories were uneagerly forged.
It's time to shed your summer skin
and begin to eat with your hands.