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Jason Feb 9
My
Heart is a
Fusion reactor
Purring like a kitten
At two hundred million
°
Basking in the glow of a
Thousand megawatts
Connect with me
We'll light up
The world!
© 02/09/21 Jason R. Michie All Rights Reserved
Lead K Feb 7
i am drowning in your many waters
sea and sky reversed
like an inside-out TV
looking up into the depths of your you-ness
i want to be deeper
i want to go deeper
i want to know deeper
i want to we deeper
i want to wear your body like a self
and look at me
which is you
the mirror is the door
you wrote this, and i am reading it.
Mellifluous and mystical
He passionately plays the flute
The atmosphere divine and serene
Filled with pure harmony

Soulful and rhythmic
She wondrously plays the tabla
Complementing notes to his flute
A perfect symphony

Musically entwined
https://youtu.be/ioHpH9Id1Jo

Rhythm and rhyme
Matching notes
Yours and mine
Musically entwined

Tejas and Mitali Vinchurkar
( Tarana  jugalbandi, flute and tabla)
drew May 2019
I desperately want us to be the same person

I desperately love to cling

To every common
Reaching
Detail

And claim it

For the both of us
Umi Apr 2018
Constallations, a septette for shining stars
Seven in number, aline like no other, a fusion sign in melting white,
Caught in stellar evolution in the arts of the nuclear, they expand,
Red giants, the final step in their life, before they either blow the layer off gently tossing it into the depth of space, or they go out with a bang
The fall of these great stars, gifting light which is likely to grow life,
A nova which drags their orbital children to the deepest abyss releasing enough energy for a heavenly meltdown breaking hell loose
Stars, standing upon the pillars of creaton planted in there like trees,
Polaris, burn bright in white till you blow up, hell fire don't go out,
In line, with the others, you form a radiant great, or rather big dipper,
Oh you blazing fixed star, northern, luminous and majestic, shine on,
Let this dream fill you up with energy, rumbling deep inside, still you are satisfied, with the reactions, with speed much greater than sound,
A force which would easily break the earths ground, shatter it within moments of a violent dance of might and power beyond any reason,
For the millions, the septentrion shall shine on in a changing dipper,
Until the moment they die.

~ Umi
AtMidCode Nov 2017
Ears straining to hear
Skin trying to feel
My eyes can see
The olden times, the antiquity.

Recognizing--your voice, features, habits
Feeling the longing and relief. Familiarity.
We're two energies joining
And with our forces fusing . . . again.
KHAYRI RR WOULFE Aug 2017
An anxious amortal
archnemesis
affectionately
allowing an amoral
animosity
achieve an attitudal
agressive and aversion against
any and all
annoying,
aggravating,
afflicting,
and almost annihilating
alliterations,
although all
aforementioned actions
are absolutely
artificial.



An amiable
abomination
and architectural abuse
at an alphabet achieved
after aesthetically
arranging ample
arbitrary
alternatives alone,
amounting an acclamation.



An affinity at
awkward avante-garde arts
arising at
an astronomical acceleration,
aside an archaic
argumentum ad
antiquitatem argument
awfully appraising
an atheistic and agnostic
apparition,
anthrophomorphically
alive and apparently
alright after asphyxiation,
alluding an astral authority
absolving accusations
and all allegations.



An advantageously
astute and adroit assassin
always actively
acting and assaulting
alone, ain't assisted
anyhow,
already
antiquating auxillaries
altogether.



An alliteratious afterfocus:
Aborting all anticipations.
Anticipating affirmative antagonizations.
All are alright.
Already airtight.
Adios, amigos.



Author: anonymous,
an acorn-afflicted,
assassinatrix affiliate.
attributed as Agent Argent.
Written
04 July 2016


Genre
Alliterature


Copyright
© Khayri R.R. Woulfe. All rights reserved.
Apachi Ram Fatal Jun 2017
futile illusion light ray intrusion senses freight refuting fright images
imagination eye ignite\
peer stare sight straight threw aspect ratio view totality indicate follow
inundated by reality\
asphyxiate choke the breath bliss the heart speeding back to her needs
purely\
crouching eternally desperate for his goddess of reality accepting her gift
of vivacity\
tiger rip mortality half bare hidden pierce through rears dragon appear
fierce tare morality\
translate emotions feeling resilient cross distances redirect dawns
instantly\
resplendent galvanize repentance vandalize despairs loneliness regurgitate desire lure\
molecular igneous magic electronic extension unseen connecting
transcendence\
common style
Cecelia Francis Jun 2016
If fusion were just
a cheap trick to
make gems stronger,

then would Garnet
have even found
Sapphire and Ruby
to begin with?

Is our comfort made
from presence or
conversation and
which is stronger?

The side effect of
unconditions is that
thing expectation
dreads; some book
already read

turned its page and said:
I am made of love, boldly
with inflated lungs, but

what is love
even made of?
Steven universe
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