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Sarah Michelle Apr 2017
The universe is organized
in a way that is unpredictable,
an alluring contradiction
with the eyes of a madwoman
trapped inside a laid-back cat.
She tries to ****** you, she doesn't move you.
You watch her only when she is still,
calculating and dormant.
You study her, calculating her patterns.
But she is nine separate entities;
Mercury, Venus, Earth, Mars, Jupiter, Saturn
etc., etc., etc.,
and perhaps too many other species to name
yet you may think she is "tame"

It's true that she does less damage
than she is capable of--
test her limits, but remember

the universe has no edge.
Zero Nine Apr 2017
Digital.
Words meant to hear
now float in aether.
The taut bowstring
of progress murders
growth. Did I speak right?
I'm interfaced. No words
were misspoken.

Digital.
Analog dreams
sink below radio
active energies.
A face for a name,
a name to a face.
Several worlds await
my input.

Digital.
I wear more faces
that I own by proxy
than I show my own.
If the skin doesn't fit,
I have other names
and more skin.
I'm interfaced.
...
afteryourimbaud Feb 2017
My dear,
you are the greatest of them all.
You don't have to worry that
the chimney is running out of fire.
You are the most powerful and
the most efficient gasoline
needed for in me, for your presence
and companion I will light up
the whole world,
You never left me in
bewilderment and perplexity
all you did was making me
lament at the thought of
the complexity.

22.5.2014
Lux Falls Feb 2017
White wall of flame
Do you see it?
***** fingernails and coal eyes
Do you see it?
Gluttural groans and mouthes fixated in 'Oh'
Skin that lies while butterflies dance on their skin
Do you see it?
Dollies in a line with the red kisses upon their heads
Their wings opening around them and hanging
Displaying the glory
The power
While weak eyes tremble with awe
Do you see it?
While the King and Queen argue
The rook slithers
Taking pawns and two Knights
Scaled to something magnificent
Alluring and burning alive
Do you see it?
The weasel has no Will
The weasel will not be reborn
No
He will be ash under my feet
While I pick my teeth of his flesh
And when you see me disappear
My failed consummation a dying echo
I will come
You will hear me roar
And you will know I breathe again
Do you see
me
coley Jul 2012
If I had a gold bar

For every person who walked

In and out of my life

I would have all the riches in the world

And no one to share it with

* * * * * *
Poetic T Dec 2016
Whispers of aroma flood the room,
as visual acuity asserts its intricate
structure of pleasant blending's.

Monetary stillness is exacerbated
by the pleasure of its surrounding,
Metamorphosis tingle on the emotions.

Lingering on that juncture of this
Perception, it entwines within a
culmination of it greeting your smile.

"The deeper meaning of a flower says one thing,
                           It means
*"I LOVE YOU,
STLR Oct 2016
Clouds...so simple...so complex

different motions in the air...there concave and convex

their motions are unclear...its a constant that's not set

explosions and high riffs disguised in horizons

Clouds are then hijacked, by the cloud pirates

A cloud city undiscovered, while under a riot

Thunderous clouds begin to shockingly shout.

Their rain is soon to demount, Across our region no doubt

this cause can refresh a dry surface while healing a drought...

Various impacts from this winded chain reaction...

A gust of thick air turned thin touches any human that passes.

There's some who don't understand this interaction...

Walking through the wind...seems like any other action.

Raindrops attack the ground with splashes..equivalent to broken glasses

War has waged between weather and man.

Mother nature is a woman with furious fangs

The alert stand, while the curious hang..

To survive, elements must be juggled by hand.

We are pebbles to walking giants

mixtures scissor our climate

Screeching storms of silence

Create a sense of confinement

who would have thought that nature could be so violent.
Ellie Geneve Oct 2016
Don't waste your time.

For, If you don't understand my complexity
in a matter of seconds
you will not in ages.
Cate Sep 2016
My synapses are misfiring-
this weight more than gravity.
Depravity’s disastrous grasp,
the exit is not escape.

 Feel the world spinning,
churning on without.
remants, stationed
stagnant and static.

Buzzing in discomfort,
blistering heat
of combustible refuse
left only excuses.

Catatonic catastrophe,
blasphemous bile spews,
purposeless penitent sentiments,
drowning logic in mental mishap.

An exploding star,
Separating fuselage,
limbs detach from frame
Splintering out into space.
Written 9.14.16
Edited/tightened 9.15.16
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