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Donielle Apr 2017
The walls around me
tower over me even
in such a short room.
Unfriendly reminders of
ugly mistakes
and the chain
and shackles of my past.
What is it like
to know
I have taken a step backward,
fall forward,
headlong,
but still somehow I've
managed to fall on my *** -
stuck in neutral
in this guarded dungeon?
My walls are worn
and corroded,
from neglect, and now
I have allowed them to crumble.
And here I kneel,
weak and alone,
crying out for that one thing
everyone wants from an empty home,
but the echoes are
my only friends.
M Harris Apr 2017
Magnetic Contaminations & Audiotronic Visions,
Sublimating Poetic Transmutations Of Her Catatonic Provisions,

Primordial Metamorphosis Of Her Synthetic Overtunes,
Revealing Self-Perpetuated Biotic Tunes,

Protoplasmic Sparks In Her Cryptic Eyes,
Condensing Into Labyrinthine Whispers & Mortal Butterflies,

Myriad Phantasms On Feral Nights,
Fervid Effigies Under Moaning Lights,

Phantasmal Echoes & Mystic Whisperings,
Catalyzing Crepuscular Skies Under A Moonlit Spring,

Spiritual Crafts & Her Supernova Screams,
Evaporating Molotov Solution Of Her Liquified Dreams,

Untouched Realms & Her Ecstatic Overflows,
Refueling With Fantasy Effects Of Her Verbal Glows,

Arcane Stains & Her Floral Clones,
Primal Profanity Raining Over Her Coral Throne,

Handmade Essence Of Her Still-Born Eternity,
Recklessly Serenading Through Her Lacteal Galaxy,

Hypersonic Dreams & Venomous Virility,
Tampering Her Ionic Revelations Of Exquisite Hostility,

Progressive Factuals & Her Motionless Serenity,
Invocating  Her Violets Serving Blue Infinity,

Apparitional Mirrors & Her Immaculate Misconceptions,
Weaponizing Fireflies In Whisky Perceptions.

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maxime Mar 2017
I was always fascinated by echoes,
Even long before I understood them.
To call out for help, and finally have someone respond,
Now that was a miracle in my naive eyes.

When I got older I traveled more.
I explored new places with hills and valleys.
The echos stayed constant, they always responded.
The echos brought me false comfort, and I thought they would keep me alive.

Now I have led myself into a cave.
The echoes are louder here, yes,
But they do not bring me comfort as the once did,
The echoes leave me as cavernous as the place I stood.

A droplet of water falls from the ceiling as a tear runs down my face.
Boulders fall as I collapse in on myself.
Because as I stood there listening for echoes,
I realized I would rather hear your voice instead.
Sarah Elaine Mar 2017
Warm summer breeze,
Heat
         l
             i
                g
             h
          t
              n
                  i
               ­     n
                g
                      illuminates the sky.
Cloud cover masks the stars
The space between the sky and the earth,
      Constricted...
      Confined.
Dark...            Gloomy..­.
Nature's mood ring.

Leaves rustling,
          Crickets sing,
                     Insects hum,
                               A nearby bat chirps its warning,
      Mother Earth's symphony stops me in my tracks.
                   Chaotic and beautiful.
            Wind whips through the trees,
                              Like whispers and cries.
         L
         o
         u
         d
         n
         e
         s
         s      E
                 c
                 h
                 o
                 e
                 s
I focus on her music.
Nature's distraction.
M Harris Mar 2017
Stuck Between Her Echoes & Voices,
Drowning In His Drug Induced Choices,

Illuminating The Beacons Of His Desolation,
By Augmenting His Cerebral Evolutions,

Reflexes Cracking Her Color Morale,
Initiating A Hearty Battle Royale,

Stuck Between His Sense & Sanity,
She Kept Searching For His Firmament Of Destiny,

Detainee Of His Manic Subversion,
She’s A Victim Of A One Sided Version,

She Feels Pseudo Experimental,
Victim To His Desecrated Addiction Accidental,

His Cataclysmic Urges,
Triggering Her Into Persistent Anxiety Surges,

Claustrophobic Under Hypnosis,
He Insurrected Catastrophic Psychosis,

She’s Dressed In His Intoxicated Restrains,
Wishing She Could Aid Him Refrain.
An Unrequited Dreamt Scarred Stain,
Unattainable Myth Under Heavy Rain,

Looking In His Chemical Eyes,
She Desires Consequences Without Lies,

Still Sealed Up In His Dreams,
Hopes To An Another Realm.
Birdcaller Oct 2016
i say that i love you
but i dont know what that means

i dont know
if it tells you i would
climb mountains
vault rivers
pull down the stars
all for you

i dont know
if it tells you i have
spent nights lying
awake
thinking
of what we used to be

i dont know
if it tells you i will
do everything
i can
to make everything
okay
Birdcaller Oct 2016
once upon a time
way back when
we owned that town
through the eyes of children

maybe once upon a time
sometime soon
we could own this new town
through our own eyes
Birdcaller Sep 2016
once upon a time
way back when
we owned this town
through the eyes of children

we were unstoppable
nothing could ever harm us
(even when we were harmed so badly)
we were the wind and the waves

but..
things change

the echoes of our kingdom
once tall and mighty
now crumble under the weight
of a mere thought in their direction

we were once the winds and the waves
but the distance cracked our invincibility
we have been worn and broken
to little more than dew drops and wind chimes

our land isn't ours anymore
and i'm just now learning
it's time for me to move on
11 | 31 Poems for August 2016

I keep hearing the echoes of piano keys and guitar strings.
I’m intrigued by the joy Luyanda brings every time she sings.
It’s amazing how every single note becomes an unforgettable poem.
Sometimes silence echoes through the urban streets of ghettos.
The world’s love and light tries to illuminate in all our broken halos.
My creativity was trapped in broken dreams until I heard her sing.
People give her their absolute attention as she strokes each string.
The sun came out just to impersonate the warmth of her aura.
Even if things don’t always go our way, I know that we will all be okay.
I hear echoes of a million heartbeats between abandoned buildings and crowded streets.
A million heartbeats keep echoing between Hammanskraal and Atteridgeville.
I hear millions of echoes within the silence of busy ghetto and urban streets.
I hear echoes of piano keys and guitar strings every time Luyanda speaks.
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