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Mark Toney Oct 2019
Yoshino cherry tree, blossoms glistening in the sun
Most vibrant display of white-pink blossoms, with faint almond fragrance
Delightful moment, overcome by a massive sneeze attack
10/15/2019 - Poetry form: Sijo - A Sijo is a type of poem that has three lines containing fourteen to sixteen lines each. The Sijo is a poem of Korean descent where each line of the poem having its own role. The first line is used in order to introduce the theme or topic of the poem. In the second line is meant to delve deeper, give more information about the theme that was introduced in the first line. It's meant to change or agree with and give detail on what the poem is about. The last line of a Sijo poem is the conclusion line. It takes the information from the second line about the topic from the first line and ends it in a way that is both beautiful and satisfying, or challenging depending on the poet. The ending line is not meant to be predictable, in fact, it's meant to twist what you know so that it is unexpected and enjoyable. A Sijo was originally meant to be sung so each line should have its own natural break. - Copyright © Mark Toney | Year Posted 2019
These weaving streets
pounding with
lovers' heart beats.

I know these things
tear you apart inside.

The way that we light fire to hearts,
And we burn them for the light.

These streets, they're pounding.
Drops of salty rain dampen the flame.
Fight the fire.
Burn up more of our desires.

Until desire runs out.
Until the fire dies out.

These wastelands, they're drowning.
What is left in wreckage is more than before.
Darker ashes.
Vaster endings.
And a heart-felt war.

As I sift the remnants of my love from this dust,
I whisper to the sky:
"Your almond eyes tell beautiful lies."
and I bury my heart goodbye.
Maja Sabljak Jun 2015
What do you think of,
When you open your eyes in a blue box of the universe
And when you drown your dreams under the covers
Where you hide your cold hands and my desires?
Do you bite your lip to blood
Casting away your pain through the red fingerprints on the skin
Where I dream under a leaf of nettle
And I burn your fingertips
Every time you want to touch me?
On the farthest star of our meetings
You are leaning on my knees
Not knowing that my flesh trembles
Like you are ripping it of with your teeth
Piece by piece,
Sweeping my remains off your chin
And with a smile,
In the purple hues of agony,
You love me.
Do you think then
How pain tastes so sweet
While you melt it under your tongue like an almond,
Counting my every breath,
And do you remember it in the blue box of the universe
While you close your eyes,
With cold hands and flaming fingertips,
And loving me?
Just some thoughts before sleep.
Hot cup, your large couch and a wooden floor somewhere abroad
You caress away my unexplained tears, "Sorry I don't usually cry"
"You will be okay",  my favourite almond taste, how you always knew
Lyrics become far-off places when you search somewhere to hide

Daydreams,trusted moments and you remembering everything
You follow me in the rain, "What do you listen?"
"Everything" I say and then you defend my broken pride
Conversations become last escapes when lost in your soul

Airplanes, my headphones and a mind I miss in the arrival's room
You ask my hand for a waltz, "I don't know how to dance"
"Neither do I", your laughter the most wonderful sound
Memories become romantic adventures when covered in chocolate

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