i have learned to balance my legs like the precise swinging and swaying of a well maintained metronome
in fact, they could very well move on their own if i asked them to.
picking up the stars at the tip of my fingers, connecting the fainting lights at the black until i could form something good enough to at least imagine it real
or at least to make a good story about.
breathing in intervals as the skies would allow feet planted firmly solid, stuck on the ground i can only dance for now...
under the loudly singing roaring sea of starlight the half moon reaching out to call me back home i can only extend my arms to sign a silent promise
here in the dark prison of gravity the blackness of twilight taunts me soon o' little skywalker
the day will again come and hide my moonlight and yet all i can do is wait watch and practise--
**i can fly higher than this
thank you for reading! i'm still in a slump ;-; maybe i'll start posting old poems i haven't put here yet just as buffer but i do want to be active in poetry again since i'll be composing songs again too ._.
btw do you think this poem is optimistic or pessimistic?
The sedum has begun to blush. Something in change of seasons That intensifies my craving for strong male energy. A Gravitational pull Towards Infamous downfalls. Until the day that all the Jessica stories have been told I will continue living this way Dancing in the rain Stomping over the invisible lines Drawn to keep me contained
Two Men's vibes burning reach my Evez ice. Two my diamond cave enter. underneath my water fall. Vibration's from beyond, two distinctive voices won, ever twirling on and on; deep as violins his pitch fiddle his electrical guitar's timbre command starry skies above! My tantrick abyss below. I love thee two, lovers mine. Punjabi voice lover divine. I thirst for yours all's mine Our stars wisely magnetized! Both cosmically energized. A state of knowing is ours. dancing eons on two poles, to twirl on and ages on, the mornings and eves long. I twirl on two magestic poles. Long shiny studs hard as steal! First pole's twirl echoes longer Kemah lover elite's older ancient memory hunger! Implant blue pill chip slumber. From willow tree, past pole lover to new belovedz Punjabi forever See me twirl spread for thee wide! on thine glistening poles from past to present LOVEz! Loverz on and on! ~~~ By Karijinbba All Rights Revised 7-29-21.
It was funny how Before her summer of fourteen Her life became A longing dream Small waist, Big hips, Double Ds, Thigh gap, An hourglass. E, t, c. This was her list and the time, Time Tick--- Tick--- Ticked away like grains of sand and salt The scale reads one five zero.
She had a Banana for breakfast, just one: Yellow and clammy, The way her skin had become and yet it was Cool and smooth to the touch. Milky. Like that dancer's dying eyes After the teacher had told her to drop a few pounds. Well, now she hangs a few pounds. Just for a few pounds. Toes pointed perfectly.
Do you like How she floats now? Are her little freckled arms Light at her sides now? Angelic, you wanted, and angel you now have. Held up by a halo of rope around her 14-year-old throat.
I hope you still get a chance to watch her dance from hell.