past glaciers glances
with your branded
stars rocks
bruise
my
intentions
return me
to
dust
polish
my
emotions
plate me
in gold
here
am
i
stories told

poetry approaches
my chambers
gallows
swing
ing
me

oh noose oh noose
tight around neck
break me
me
of
this
traveling effect


ban me
till
i
write
all your wrongs

with
all
of
your
love
you
stone me
?

who's high
just try
just
be
hi
...
stefan badham Nov 2017

hi
say hi
don't mime
don't use rhyme
just say hi
like this
hi
or
bye
say bye
don't mime
don't use rhyme
just say bye
like this
bye

hi or bye

Alimento del alma
trigo en la mente.

Transporte invisible
maquina del tiempo.

Castillo vagabundo
voz del universo.

Si hay dios del tiempo
eres la diosa omnisciente.

Ritmo cardiaco
instrumento del mundo.

Risas de niños
crujir en la madera.

Te escucho,
te siento
y luego te canto.

Veo luces , luces blancas
que se disipan a lo lejos
son como un recuerdo
de algo perdido en el pasado.

Son las luciérnagas en tus ojos
es un sueño en la eternidad
sigo viendo destellos
reflejados en el cristal.

Veo luces en el horizonte
son de la gran ciudad
he despertado en soledad.

Son lejanas, son frias
son las luces del alma
se las ha llevado el viento
como hojas en el suelo.

La luz en mi pecho
es parpadeante
mientras mi cuerpo tirita
en ausencia de tu amor.

El interruptor sigue puesto en ON
pero las luces no responden a la acción.

Luces, luces en mi mente
se pagan y se encienden
son de colores
colores frios
son los colores de tu ayer.

allie Nov 2017

just checking in.
how are you?
i'm good.
a lot had changed.
i'm dating a good guy.
he's gives me his sweatshirt
he pays for my food.
i really like him.
his name's ryan.
i like eli as well though.
it's confusing.
anyway.
have a nice day.

Anika Nelson Oct 2017

When your heart is broken,
there is no automatic cure.
Your internal grief will grow,
and will never go away,
just slowly become easier to deal with.

Days, and months will pass.
As a smile rises on your face,
a gently curved plastic,
only to hold those who know nothing.

They sit on your swing,
pumping their legs
forward, backward.
But they only rarely move.
Their movements are forced,
by the showers of tears, and expeditious winds.

The heart ache is stable.
Yet will eventually go numb,
nothing will ever be able to cause the same immense pain.
The guards rise up,
neglecting connections.
Flirt.
Smile.
Fake it until you make it.

You will hear the crowds telling us over and over,
"It WILL be ok".
I'm here to tell you it won't.
Never.
So, find useless distractions.

Broken hearts suck. Plain truth.

I don't know what sprouted this mischief, the first 2 lines teased.



(sonnet #MCMLXVIII)


I'll have me fun in solitude as where
No supercilious frown may cast a pall
Upon my gaity, if't must be.  You all,
Who sniff at silliness, can with an air
Of sensible hauteur drink your despair
In prim tea cups, but as for me, grey's shawl
Cast off as t'were, for brief fun, why sip gall
If laughter tickles sans grim reason's glare?
Its in my blood, I think they said, that sense
Of jolly merriment a thread which'd run
From old to young 'mongst relatives, though whence
It came I can't quite guess.  And when 'tis done
I'll sit with you and be too glum, pretense
Of better ways a front.  Don't you have fun??

10Feb13d

Yes, yes, Maggie at least will remember this.  And I think turning forty altered that since I unconsciously figured it was the new twenties, was that?  I have this penchant for fun, kick me.  If you don't...well, you know.
Austin Bauer Aug 2017

Your words
aren't like other words.
You don't settle for
meager first drafts
or gritty grammar. No,
your words are
purified with fire,
refined like silver.

Teach me your ways
Great Poet,
Your strong metaphors
and precise language,
discipline me in
intentionality.

alan Aug 2017

you came into my life
and felt just like the rest
now my mother is your wife
yet you hate me the best

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