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Juniper Zed Jul 2017
Dimly glow the fireflies
In the densely wooded grove
The creek beside the promenade
Sounds like the whispers of the cove

In its solitary peace
The carp repress confessions
In the quiet emerald water
Live sorrows and obsessions

And when the cicadas buzz
They are like a music box
Young love is their handle and springs
They are the muse the world mocks

The melody of passion
Bleeds like the sap of the trees
On lukewarm nights of dancing stars
Love enters the world as breeze

A pair of lovers awaits
To live together at last
And as the date comes closer here
The future is not colorfast

Life's hourglass so expires
And there is not one who grieves
His final rest is too costly
So now he floats with the leaves

There's no wedding to foresee
Thus the bridge became of use
Her toes hang off the bridge again
But this time she holds a noose

Oh the irony of love
It's as the cicadas sang
"Be joyful now in summer's heat,
By our love, we all will hang."

The silly girl hanged herself
And she hung there not alone
Cicadas sang her melody
As her neck skin removed from her bone

And so she hung there quite still
Until her corpse decomposed
Her tale was not quite as haunting
As the music the cicadas composed
Druzzayne Rika Apr 2017
Late hour ,
Underneath many stars ,
She drove her car
out of the city

The buzz
and the rush
turn'd her fuzz'd
that she could take no more

She was passing tiny towns
singing loudly old songs
on the road empty
driving fast ,far away .

Left the town without a phone
just useful and important possession
To be all alone on her own
To be free from all her boundaries

She had no map in hand
but she will not halt the car till dawn
something that will feel like home
A place of rest and calm .
Rae Mar 2017
buzz buzz buzz
say the bees.

studying for a test
but my mind won't cooperate
under this stress

buzz buzz buzz
say the bees.

writing a paper
but my thoughts are scattered
thanks to the little honey makers

buzz buzz buzz
say the bees.

i try to explain
that maybe it's ADD
because nobody would believe
that i have bees inside of me

buzz buzz buzz
say the bees.

i am walking around
without an excuse
with bees in my brain;
bees i can't let loose

buzz buzz buzz
say the bees.

even i have to admit
it's a little on the crazy side
to truly believe
that my mind is a beehive

but i swear if you listen
and watch me struggle
to make any small decision
you will hear the tiny, quiet, deafening


buzz   buzz   *
buzz
am i the only one?
Alessander Dec 2016
Vacancies are only temporary
Moments of emptiness where bodies rest elsewhere
Though they always buzz
In neon midnights
Next to gutters, alleys and parking lots
The distance between us
Breaks in my gut
Colten Sorrells Nov 2016
005
I agree and nod my head
I didn't hear a word you said
I'm tuned into the grinding gears
that cause that ringing in my ears



*11/17/16
00:31
I feel like maybe something in there is about to break, if it hasn't already
DaSH the Hopeful Jul 2016
My artistic tendencies have been asleep
Wake me up
Confetti coming when the cake is cut
Make sure to rake it up
Taking puffs to feel the same only made my visions change
Still mixing liquor, rain and other liquids To **** the pain
Plain paper bag with the key to life inside it
Problem being I only conceptualize it when Im high
Trip and fall and lose altitude
The earth is coming fast
I'm bout to hit rock bottom still praying my high will last
Syzygy May 2016
I've read so many things to try to comprehend the way I'm feeling.
Years of research.
Decades of those prior to me.
This extraterrestrial rush of chemicals flowing from different parts of my brain
It doesn't feel right.
I hate it.
I am concrete.
Earth.
Grounded.
Why must these things keep trying to pull me away from the soil in which I was born from and will return to?
From dust to dust.
Ashes to ashes.
I can't fall down.

Everything is ephemeral.
Me.
These figments of my imagination that claw away at me.
These thoughts that keep whirring,
grinding the gears inside the factories polluting even the most miniscule crevices of my mind.
But this is slowly warping my earth
My dust
My ashes
To mud.
Water.
Air.
The molecules change.
Atoms vibrate sporadically.

Dust to dust.
Ashes to ashes.
Fall down.
blesse-moi
Abimael May 2016
Close to the buzz is where I love.
The feelings of this, is mere close to heaven.
It is feeling of having intimacy all the time.
A feeling that can make you think beyond this world.
A feeling that put your mind at full speed.
Summer Michelle Mar 2016
You drink to what I have
And don't,
To what I want,
And lost.

Here's to you,
And your bitter soul.

Cheers.
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