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Anonymous Freak Feb 2017
I'm a tight rope walker
Accross telephone wire.
I hear phrases,
Anger,
Love,
Grief,
Happiness,
And they've all bled together.

Our future and our past
Stand as two poles,
More wires than I can count
On my fingers
Webbed between them.
And I'm tangled up in the mess.

There are lies blazing through
The wire around my neck,
Love traveling back and forth
Around my chest,
Happiness
Buzzing around my head,
And fear
Encasing
My stomach.

I'm alone on my tight rope,
I don't know where you are,
All I hear are your words,
Jumbled together
In a rainstorm signals.
Gabriel burnS Feb 2017
**** all artificial lights
no natural causes but
natural darkness
fake lights for true dark
blackest of blacks
like charred tree bark
leave but one imposter
glowing in the gloom
just pale enough
to write onto
and that's my door to you
a piece of text from several months ago;
a low-quality first attempt at audio: https://soundcloud.com/blaze-ashful/1st-2-chord-background
George Krokos Feb 2017
Intelligence and love are parts of a universal language
that we all communicate with because of our heritage.
They usually transcend all barriers of time and space
which in this world are common for the human race.
______
From "The Quatrains" ongong writings since the early '90's.
Àŧùl Feb 2017
I sent flowers for her on her birthday,
And she ditched me because of it.
I sent her a message on her phone,
"I sent you as much flowers as your age is."
It was her 25th birth anniversary,
Breakup occurred for me because
The flower man had one free on one rose!
My HP Poem #1446
©Atul Kaushal
Taurus Feb 2017
I was never one to hide my words
I was never afraid to speak my mind
But my tightrope life with you
sometimes makes me feel so unkind.

Tense mouth, tingle in my tongue
Tension and drama persist
I'd love to let go and tell you how I really feel
but try as I might, my soul shouts "Resist!"

So for now, I'll smile and it'll be okay
and for now, yes, I'm "fine, dear."
But before our next loud tango
I'd love to get things clear.
Hello!
Gabriel burnS Dec 2016
bodies are galaxies;
and within ours
constellations
go all rogue in seconds,
talking to each other
without
permission and consent;
without our knowledge;
there is a plot
behind our backs,
a conspiracy
of unexplored possibilities;
and like plastic dolls
at the hands of gods
we are drawn so close,
a clash ensues
of comfort zones
with the aid of gravity;
we'll regain control,
of course,
just before impact
Gabriel burnS Dec 2016
I found a new way
of being misunderstood
all the while
looking for the opposite;
arriving at the shores
of the wrong land,
so my discoverers
and your natives
immediately went to war;
thus worlds collide
at the hands of words
You can find yourself so far,
even with the smallest thing...

Just listen to the communications of the universe.

They convey messages all around you,
just find your balance...
and you'll be alright!
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