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cynosure Aug 2014
There are stars out tonight but they aren't nearly as bright as they were the night we laid on cool concrete connecting the dots and creating our own constellations.
I stare at them longingly, waiting for one to fall into my hands so I may swallow it and fill my insides with the glimmering energy I felt with you.
I try to find a shooting star but the city lights won't give me a wish so instead I close my eyes and map out our own night sky, bored with the fading cosmos above me.
Our stars aren't stationary, they sail through the sky like lost ships attempting to find their way to the island that is the moon.
Our stars are gas molecules, fleeting through the fixed space running into each other but not caring enough to stay for awhile.
Our stars take the shape of your calloused hands and I reach for them wanting to get lost in the twisting blue avenues on your wrists.
Our stars fall on top of me, cutting off my oxygen supply and drowning me in the process. I open my mouth to let them in and absorb their sweet taste, overflowing with spirits and making my insides radiate intensity.
Whatever was written in our stars is now written in the freckles on my cheeks, the lines on my face, and the depths of my pupils.
Come closer and star gaze.
Poetic T Jul 2014
Discharged outlet,
Putrid vapours released,
Asphyxiating, foul scent.
KA Apr 2014
....starting slow
sinking feeling in my stomach.
losing air.
midweek and not a lot of gas.
need to start ...need to start the day.

love life, love love
love to breathe.
i need simple things today.

***, food , love, air.
Prabhu Iyer Apr 2014
There's this doll you know:
got delivered to my home today,
it's all part of a disturbing game
and I found a key in its mouth:
it starts by sending
what we lack  most in our lives.

Broken illumination
as the fan flits;

Two naked girls started it all:
except for bikini bottoms,
knitted in national flags,

waving down a truck
on a bridge across the Dnieper.

Roll over the tanks!
nobody wants war:

Except our masked friends,
my maidan hero
your naked Fascist,
self-defending Lebensraum?

Gas them, gas them,
coz, we don't want war.

Got some butterflies to catch;
Tryin' to catch them since
the good ol' hippie days.

It's them naked girls
that started it all:
Havana girls,
there's pipe loads of gas
that's at stake,
drill drill off Alaska, Palin!
Euromaidan revolutions are not about war, but about peace and self-determination :)
Lex Apr 2014
Roses are red
Violets are blue
I have bad gas,
So I'll **** on you.
I just thought his poem was really meaningful and thoughtful and it seems like writing it was effortless, for him. I guess he's a natural.
Jazzelle Monae Apr 2014
To feel like porcelain,
fragile and easy to break
is something I'm no stranger of

Now to feel like
stone,
solid and dense,
is something I know nothing of

But to feel like
oxygen,
impenetrable, flawless;
to be the air that fills your lungs
is all I aim to be
© 2014 by Jazzelle Monae. All rights reserved.

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