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Take me to an uncertain darkness
Raise me up to the highest reality
Then drop me aloof into the thrill
Destroy who I was before you
Taint who I will be without you
Stay mad like a dominant beast
Keep me bewildered and hungry
Break all the fragile that is left within
Replace the smell of leather
With the only truth I need to know.
 Oct 2015 Sum It
Pablo Picasso
i have a face cut from ice
a heart pierced in a thousand places
so to remember
always the same voice
the same gestures
and my laughter
heavy
as a wall
between you and me

the ones who are most alive
seem the most still

behind the milky way
a shadow dances

our gaze climbs toward the stars
My feelings-
Pickled in a jar of tears
     Fermented with salt and melancholy
     Soaked in ***** syrup
     Aged with pests of bleakness

My feelings-
Like a message sealed in an envelope
     Without a return ticket
     Addressed to no one
     Lost in transit

My feelings –
Insecure and deluded
     Pouring in a baseless abyss
     Probing for a ground
     Weeping in defeat
 Jul 2015 Sum It
Persephone
The midnight sky kisses the rooftops
as i stroll under the moon
busy cars whirling around me
splashing sounds of time in bloom
the promise of tomorrow dawns
only a dozen moments away  
here under a blanketed midnight's sunset
I can see the stars at play

Sing me a song of new beginnings, will you?
hum me a tune of autumns past
paint me a tiny glimpse of wonder
Ill be sure to make it last
give me the graciousness of sunrise as it
waltzes with the clouds
Ill take a moment of forever
if you give it to me now

Show me the mystery of beauty found
cemented in dirt of city streets
grant me patience for the melting of
my heart's frozen winter sheet
as I whisper to the moonlight of pain
shadowing bitter pasts
   send me a centerfold of peace tonight,
and the wisdom not to ask.
 Jun 2015 Sum It
Rapunzoll
Rouge
 Jun 2015 Sum It
Rapunzoll
I pour myself into
your glass each night,
a toxic taste, I beg
for you to choke on.

You drain our bottle
dry, drinking desert
laps but still thirsting
for Pacific oceans.

Delving into firework
taste-buds, savouring
how we spill so easily in
nights drunken palms.

Telling me I'm cheap
stuff, liquid eyes that
keep you sober, but are
still a tempting sip.
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 Jun 2015 Sum It
Nat Lipstadt
~~~~

I am seventeen already.

With a chameleon where my
heart should be, curled up,
safe and sound as I look for
something to punctuate
the expansion of my universe
of a being with. My mother,
she taps at windows in the
dark between my temples
and God says 'let there be
light', only to prove and
disprove, prove and
disprove, prove and
disprove his/her
existence over and
over again. And I,
mindful, soulless,
wait on the comfort
of volcanoes to be seen,
to be heard, to be felt."


*Simrik
To better understand, see this as a response to:

"my life is just a draft for now (for Simrik)"

~~~


are you seventeen yet?

have the berries and the shells
stained impossibly
your youthful heart permanent,
have you matured and learned
to end sentences
in question marks?

surely certainty and
alack, its absence,
haunts
all your waking poems,
wonder does your mother know
what she has purloined in you
from her withins?

so young, so much love
oil spilling,
do you wonder about
the depth of the field
you are drilling, extracting -
is the soft supple supply
endless?

life so far is but a draft

take copious notes
for the best is yet
and I await patiently
the novella of your
adventures

http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1055094/my-life-is-just-a-draft-for-now-for-simrik/

she,
already a poetic superstar,
perhaps needs no introduction,
nonetheless read her nine poems!
with admiration,
signed,
her fan
I am drowning in the infinite drops of timeless memories
I am feeling so weightless as I sink deeper into this timelessness
It's a beautiful morning
Although it's freezing outside
And I'm too lazy to get out of my bed.

It's a beautiful feeling
To get back home after working 9 to 5
And see my lazy cat still sleeping in her tiny bed

It's a beautiful world
Imperfectly perfect, filled with many wicked people
But treasured with few, everlasting loved ones

It's a beautiful life
Of happiness, dreams, hope and butterflies
And, everyday's ordinary victories make me feel alive.
#I_don't_always_write_sad_poems *wink *wink
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