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h b r Apr 2017
there was nothing to say & you wouldn't shut up & you took me by my little hands & you dipped me in chocolate (talking all the way) & then i rose & i was bleeding & everything was sweet & there was nothing to say except let me take this too far let me choke on what we have done let me suffer like everyone wants to suffer let me live let me lie & let me walk along the line with my little hands swinging free & loud
h b r Apr 2017
little ruth

purple lipped
dot eyed
tire slicing
lithe and never lucid

tells you what to do in that buttoned up feather whisper voice of hers
                    laugh until you cough up blood
                               cry but do not yield
                                         pass through the enemy’s hands like a ship from a storm
                                                          roiling and twisting turning writhing frothing pitter patter
rain slicked heartbeat
drip fast
and far
fast and far and free

it drips to the stomps of their heavy feet
“why don’t you run like us?”
I dream of the one day where we meet again; anew
two from the same soul
seeing you, a past lover
as a new individual
different in appearance, different in mind
maybe we will meet once more
when you no longer support your temper
and I my immaturity
we will be cloaked in a new moon's light
seeing each other through skin and bones
forget insecurities; forget past disagreements
oh, but I am humbled
such prideful thinking it is to ever imagine another chance in this life
to get things right
I am not yet developed to receive you
so for now,
I will dismiss this as naïve thinking
until we meet again, until you forgive me
Sethnicity Nov 2016
I am eventually expected, Cummings
I am the transformation of Butterfly
I am the germination of Tree
I am realizing my Self, eventually
Through pathways of Consciousness
the atmosphere of all things Running
Birds and Bees         Lakes and Trees
             Humming
eventually everything's Coming
evolution is continual as
My Love for e e is eternal.
Cassandra Allen Mar 2016
Song      Song-
Sing sing
Tweet tweeT
      Floodly  Fear intoxicating
systems   are       going            DOwn.

Song Song
      Sung Sung
Silence                        silent……..
Walk
             Away
                         Because
                                           you
                                                  lost
                                                                  your
VOICE~

sONG Song
Twitch twitch
           angry         convulsions;
leave your flesh bruised
                                          your
                                     BROKEN
Song           song-
Tweet tweeT
comes                              Another birdy
Don't crush birdy two,                                               Please;
GIVE BIRDY TWO FLIGHT~
Rachel Koh Aug 2015
Dear E. E. Cummings

If I caught a glimpse
of your shadow,
dancing the breeze
whispering through my window,
I would find a way
to dive into the enigma
that fills your mind.

Your eyes were  
always set in
beautiful paradoxes of
the human condition
while we blinkered ours
to the mundane -
moments spent in ignorance of
their importance in the future.

How do you
wake a photograph
with letters,
capturing our essence
in such lucent clarity?

I want to know how
you entwined these words,
for in their
infinite simplicity,
they sound a lot
Llke magic.
prompt: Write a letter to your favourite poet
Genevieve Apr 2015
nauseanauseanauseanauseanausea
nauseanauseanausea
nauseanausea
na­usea

Here i am
drowning at the




                                 bottom
of my ininininininininininininininsecurities

and You.
You're stripping
O
    F
        F
                                     Your clothing

even as i write down these words.

i cannot ininininininhale
           air refuses to r      e      a      c     h
the
                        b
                    o
               t
           t
        o
   m
of my lungs.

Never
did i think
that the invisibility
i used only for my own protection
would one day turn into my agony.
Never
did i think it would work on You.

But, Darling,
it did.

You did not see.
You did not hear.
You did not notice,
though i was but inches a   w   a   y.

invisible. insignificant. distant.

maybe i will simply



d                                          
   i                                        
     s                                
         appear.
ruby stains Jan 2015
old age g)
(rows fa.

s*t.
täysikasvuinen : grown in finnish form
Ramsha Ahmed Aug 2014
thoughts, they are
        smoke escaping from chimneys and clouding darkened skies,
skies home to birds flapping their wings trying to fly,
thoughts are flying bricks falling all at once on shoulders already holding weights,
weighing the night's silence on open palms
and fingers blackened with soot
hold feathers plucked from tree branches,
seeking to clean bloodied slates
in gardens where dreams flow down the river into caves
-caves with lights at the end of tunnels,
and lamps which flicker during storms and
lightning which penetrates even closed eyes.
                       thoughts, they are
companions with opens arms which sometimes have
knives hidden up their sleeves,
and they are wells
which hold coins-
silver, gold, bronze and brass.
dreams and wishes fondled by the gentle, sometimes
     corrosive current of waves
and shadows which carry the tube light just so they stay alive.
     but these thoughts, they are also
my reason for you,
chains and leaves hanging with ease around a neck and rings which sing like canaries on insomniac fingers
   and crimson letters carrying pictures, so
with that is my justice,
because with your name they give me solace, and
with your image they give me peace
and with the sound of your voice in the meadows of my mind,
i find tranquility.
and with the shadows that follow on my heels, i laugh and i smile,
    because with these thoughts
i am with you and you,
          you are
with me
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Inspired by poet E. E. Cummings, though the official name for the writing style in question is still debatable (supposedly).
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