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rig Apr 19
                          blood ribbons
                          in a
tree sap
               lemonade –
Ash Johnson Jan 23
I'm watching the space girls as they go by,
With their high rise boots and their low-cut shirts.
I'm watching them waltz through the abyss
With not a care in the world.
I'd write thousands of poems for my space girls
If only to watch their lips read a work of mine.
I'd paint a masterpiece for my space girls
If only to hear them speak of something I created.
I'd wear elegant dresses for my space girls
If only to watch their eyes scan me up and down.
I'd compose rhapsodies and melodies for my space girls
If only to watch them bop along to the gentle beats.
If only to know that they listened to my
Music to watch space girls by.
Wyatt Mar 2020
You're dazzling and calm,
yet bursting with passion.
Yes, you carry fiery stares
that would cut through me.
So elegant and poised
in everything you do
and I can't help but feel
inadequate compared to you.
Peyton L Feb 2020
I always wished
that my hands could be as gentle
as the ones I watched around me.

Elegant and musical,
the hands of those I spent time with
seemed to glide over whatever
they touched.
They were never aggressive
never snatching.

They wanted nothing,
only plucked flowers gracefully
and lifted glasses of lemonade.

They never had to hold fast
to anything
never worried about
the precious things
being taken from them.

My hands have always been
rough and calloused
prepared to lash out
to preserve me and my life.
They are fighting hands,
grabbing hands,
loving hands.

They are made to last
to persevere.

My hands have been exactly what
I needed them to be
my wistful wishes of gentleness
were just that:
wishes of someone who wanted
something different for herself.

But my hands have aided me
like none other,
and I would not exchange them
or change them for anything.
Anya Jul 2019
We visited an art museum today
“The Guggenheim” with it’s white spiraling architecture
I felt slightly cultured as I flipped through a book detailing an artist whose last name I vaguely recall started with a Q
Conveniently forgetting the very reason for my presence in that room being to charge my phone
Feeling educated as I recognize the names Matisse, Lautrec from my brief intro to art history courtesy of our overly enthusiastic design teacher
Basking in my elegance, taking petit little bites, of a macaroon in a cafe outside the museum
...Before noisily slurping my blood red ice tea
Mystic Ink Plus May 2019
Let the ink spill
Reflecting the true virtue
Of yours
In such a way

Every reading mind
Try their best, to create
Their own version
Of you

That is what
You are

Thank You
Genre: Inspirational
Theme: The untold story
ImpliedLines Feb 2019
A few renditions are nothing at all
But if I copied their strife
Would you notice my fall
Jupiter Dec 2018
the way she swayed and leaped
embodying the strokes of a paintbrush
dancing across the canvas
a solid blur of pink and white

every twirl was breathless
every plié like silk

in that moment,
she existed as the most elegant force alive

every move commanded attention
she was grace
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