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Helena  May 12
Helena May 12
Doused in trailer park,
Axe and ******
Underneath the visions
Of a bleeding
Tartan skirt

Kiss, kiss her invisible
Before you choke
On pencil shavings
Before you gag
on cherry lips

You'd die
For small holes
To fit all your ambitions in
And to roll around
The bed
Without a screeching
Corpse to stumble on

So in nights
You can't sleep
And the summer's
Yet to come
Dwell freely
On Magdalenes

Use it then to drown
Your self-pitying
SS  Apr 2018
Chimera Honeymoon
SS Apr 2018
Just love me to the moon

Where we don’t need to rush back
And there we could sit inside a crater
And serenely smile amidst the black

Where I am blind to all other stars
Except you
Him with the brightest glimmer
An entire constellation
Who makes the world beneath me
Seem frankly even dimmer

Here we could hide from the possibility
That our love may soon be jaded
Until unbeknownst to our knowledge
The moonbeams will have already faded

Yet for now we may allow our smiles to serenely grow fonder
In the hope we might remain in this pacific phase
For just a little while longer.
Chimera - A thing which is hoped for but is illusory or impossible to achieve.
Where the wind ruffles my hair
The rain kisses my lips
The sunrays embraces to keep me warm
And the serenity makes me break into a song
Or just a simple humming and wiggling
Where I can lie on the grass to catch my breath
And for hours watch the birds fly
And watch the kids play
Where the innocence once more beats in me
That I run up to them just to taste the shear joy in playing
Where I can spontaneously plunge into a river and then decide Whether to drink it's purity or drown in it's abyssal depth
Or just watch my reflection on its glistening surface
And drift off to distant thoughts with the shepherd's kulning
Where the farthest stars lead me to my deepest emotions
Where the silence of the dark night awakens my soul
There I'll make my bed
On the grass under the sky
And not sleep a wink
For I'll be already living in my sweetest dream
Crow  Nov 2018
Crow Nov 2018
A creature not of here or there
With parts that do not fit
Neither fish nor fowl, horse or bear
A bashed together kit

Too many heads, some with horns
Body furred and scaled
Eagles wings and spines like thorns
And as a peacock tailed

Some aspects might bring a smile
While others will repel
One small detail may beguile
Yet another breaks the spell

Each pack or flock it tries to join
Though they seemed akin
And in some facet quite adroit
Another portion can’t fit in

Every time it tries as best it may
To hide an offending section
Knowing that if seen in light of day
The result will be rejection

So the beast remains an alien
Cloaks what's best concealed
Strives to imitate the chameleon
That no misshape be revealed

All creatures hunger for a home
Chimera hungers too
But it wanders doomed to roam
A haven to pursue
All of us are Chimera to a degree. But some more than others.
The bathroom she goes.
Locks the door.
Sits down.


With every wipe,
Tears roll down.
Every pause,
Just cause misery.

So off she goes
Into her fantasy
Beautiful dreams
Longing to be the reality

Smiles she sees
Laughter she hears
Love she feels
Care she deserves

Her dream,
Extravagant success.
Her dream,
That happy life.

Her dreams
Her dreams
Are not only
Just dreams

For her reality,
Her life.
Is actually,
No more it seems.

For she is,
And will forever be
In her wonderful dreams.
sean pomposello Mar 2017
O how the world laughed.
O how the world gasped.

But with wheels
instead of feet
Handle roared
around buildings
& leapt four
feet high.

And did
because, hey,
why not?

His Maker
took Natural
human form—
it on its ear.
Turned Handle
into a modern

O what a marvel!
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