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Jenny Gordon Apr 2017
Or is it?



(sonnet #MMMMMMCCXXXIX)


Yes, anime as from a distance' frail
Note comes to hail me on my own phone hence--
Which brother's taste cavorting gaily thence
Like to a happy air I cherish? pale
As liking by mere halves what plays for bail
Now in the background.  Lo, and for intents
Sis can make calls, whilst oh! don't ask me whence,
But add the p'lice erm, scanner too, to scale.
If only oh, the LORD would e'er and fer
All time take care of little me.  I do
Not know how to whatever, though tis poor,
Ye say, to fess't?  My brother's old phone too,
They set it up for me, and how we tour
Their favrite stuff thereon.  Fun like few knew.

02Apr17b
Line up if you think you have questions.  Brothers, who said I didn't have the greatest men in the world as mine, all mine?
jam Mar 2017
It all started out innocent,
Nothing out of the ordinary.
Introductions made,
New friends galore.
Each having a color.

The first was a light blue sky.
The invisible boy.
The boy who wasn’t noticed.
But she did.
One.

The second a bright yellow sun.
The model boy.
The boy who had everyone’s attention.
Girls a blushing mess and boy jealous as hell.
Everyone except hers,
For now.
Curiouser and curiouser.
Two.

The third a dark night sky.
The dark skinned boy.
He loved playing,
As it was his favorite thing to do.
She played with him.
Three.

The fourth a green clover.
The smart boy.
The boy who said nanodayo.
The horoscope freak.
But not in her eyes.
Four

The fifth a purple teddy bear.
A giant boy.
A boy who loved sweets.
A boy who was taller than everyone.
A boy who could crush anyone.
But not her.
Five.

The last a red emperor.
The boy who was expected of everything.
The boy who held power in his hand.
The boy who could make everyone fall,
Onto their knees beneath him.
But not her.
Six

But then came that fateful day.
The day where everything fell apart.
The day where she got hurt.

“I’m sorry, -chan.”
“Ne, all your doing is bothering us
-chii.”
“Ugh, you’re so bothersome. Stay out of my way!”
“Tch, you are just an obstacle now, nanodayo.”
_
-chin, I’ll crush you.”
“I am absolute. You will follow my orders, peasant.”

And she left, hurt.
She thought their bond would never break.
She thought it would be everlasting.
She thought, “Forever.”
She thought wrong.
And so she disappeared.

And one by one,
They started to notice.

The light blue sky.
His presence no longer acknowledged,
By a sweet voice
And beautiful smile following.
Not anymore.

The bright yellow sun.
No longer saved from his fans.
No longer greeted with a bright smile and a hug.
Not anymore.

The dark night sky.
No longer woken with a smile.
No longer someone to make him lunch.
Not anymore.

The green clover.
No longer greeted with a hug.
No longer anyone one to talk about his lucky items.
Not anymore.

The purple teddy bear.
No longer anyone to eat sweets with.
No longer anyone one to laze about on.
Not anymore.

The red emperor.
No longer anyone to match his thoughts.
No longer anyone to be equal with.
Not anymore.

She had slipped through their grasps.
All because they changed.
All because they needed to be victorious.
All because of winning.
They had lost you.
The girl who never asked for anything in return,
But love.
The girl who they played for.
The girl who was their inspiration.
The girl who was their light.
The girl who was their everything.
The girl who was their love.
Alan S Bailey Mar 2017
I slip and fall, behold the water all around, this daze, the overlit tiny
space, hospital, looking at me, doctors piercing gaze.
This is it! I feel their needles pierce my side, fill me with that which
will put out my lights.
I scream and in a rush they tilt my head back and let the pills
go down my throat. I was the one who got myself trapped
by this modern castle moat.
Should have known better, but still I cry, this is it, I'll set fire
to the skies, and no one will ever again sing me sterile lullabies!

*Tick
Tock
Clock
Years
Fears
Covered the empty bed sheets
Tears
Vague memories burned into my skull
Like a flashing bulb
****
All pain is gone
The chills
Spills
Backwards
Slipping into a near coma
From my FREE drug induced state
Speeding heart rate, and yet you,
Sifting through bottles
For that one last pill
To free your cowardly self
From having any free will.
theblndskr Dec 2016
Trust me when I say:*
"I roamed. Did a survey, if
This love is okay."
Majority answered something that sounds "reasonable"
Cecelia Francis Nov 2016
Soft spots mark up
the body and spark

plugged up: an implosion

syrup sweet weeps sticky substances
like love, chuunibyou, and other delusions

dreamed: in language strange
spoked, soaked in sulphur

a beautiful man without mercy hath thee in thrall
allusions to la belle dame sans merci and love, chuunibyou, and other delusions
Aria of Midnight Jun 2016
i. no absolute rest
"yes, time
never did stop
for anyone."

but I add...

ii. no absolute motion*
"even time itself
is an
illusion."

because
yours and mine
...dissent.

iii. backwards
maybe yesterday,
we could still
work things out.

--softer,
than lightly (3.0 x 10^8 m/s)

iv. implausibility
our foreheads wear
the cracks of our heart.

you lost your zeal,
I lost my saviour,
we lost each other,

but left
with osmium-clad
backpacks,
and collapsed
patellas.

E = mc^2.

v. our end

fact:
tomorrow
is inevitable.

fact:
screeching alarms
and lopsided bed-hair,
and chugging caramel lattes,
with precisely two tablespoons
of raw sugar--

fact:
forget among the clamour,
the shadow of your figure--

fact:*
you are an
unearthed blackhole,
under the facade
of a supernova.

(your mass = 2.5(+) x greater than the sun)
a late night poem, inspired by Einstein's theory of relativity according to this video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ttZCKAMpcAo. I have worked out that my love for physics doesn't step from solving problems, but thinking, contemplating, the concepts....

the romanticisation of such a theory, though, was not an original idea. I recently watched (and absolutely fell in love with) Steins;Gate, the science-fiction anime.
Cecelia Francis Mar 2016
"You are likely to
succeed if you try!"

Perhaps that's why
I find a part of the
self in verbal form

At the subatomic level of
this and that there is a Platonic
good vibrating like mad, like a
mountain flower

Saying "Yes, I said yes,"
will you yes to its yes?
Yuki Yuna is a hero, chord progression
Cecelia Francis Mar 2016
Is the line under
the signifier: a thing
not self-originating:

And the I that takes
a pleasure in watching
it identifies with the self
watching it happily identify

This representation of the
self in verbal and then
ideal form to be faster,

Faster, faster, because
Mommy is near and I have
wings and can ******
you with my bare hands

It's an understanding
in an unconventional way:
To say that the utterance
gives way to strength
I sense a pattern
Cecelia Francis Mar 2016
She's changed and
much more sensitive
than she used to be like:

She'll cry if something
is sad enough to cry
about and say "how sad!"

To herself, she says
softness can be a reverse
blade sword that cannot ****

It says "I will not ****," with
a murderous strike: a representation
of a murderous stroke, twice

Removed from a first killing
swing a springtime of ******
youth and creative expression

Exists in the ego only and
the line between signs a
flash of the you in the universe

How natural and harsh, such
lovely waste: an amazing
mazing system of constructing
Idk a weird combination of influences
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