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Nylee Jul 25
Imagine
if imagination dies out
what are you doing at this moment right now?
Allesha Eman May 26
You are the contrast between the sun and its midday shadow
The quiet soul with the pulse of a deer caught in headlights
You carry your words in your throat, your thoughts in your heart
You feel like a wrecking ball waiting to be swung
But you are a reckless force, a mountain that never cries

You string the laughs of those closest to you to wear as bracelets in your worst of times
You dwell on the insignificant things because that’s where you divide
You are the east and the west meeting at a central line

You are here in the present surrounded by people
You tell stories and you listen, you laugh and you embrace
But your head is in the clouds somewhere far away
And you look towards the windows to remember who you are
You’re struggling to be present because you’re already somewhere far
Missi Oliver Mar 19
He was a Daytime Wind-howler all covered in shrouds of grief


She was a Sunset Nightingale with pink and golden wreaths

Upon her head with hair so dark

It made one feign to weep


She held out hands of magic pearls and wiped his tears asunder


The fragile mess lay in her lap


The pale sky switched to thunder


She wasn’t bothered by his past


She’d sail on any ship

She’d fall in love real fast



Staring deep into majestic mirrors


She’d take on any form


If not for howler’s poison kiss,


She’d run right straight inside the storm



But for him, there were thorns everywhere



Blanketing the mother earth; the sky, the sea, the air




From whence he came nobody knows, but Daytime Wind-howler howls and howls and growls



Lets his teeth show



While Sunset Nightingale sings her love
Of daffodils and peppermint groves


Until the day when such grave laments
should


be


let


go
Missi Oliver Mar 19
Gravity is precious

The air we breathe is wine

If you think the stars are joking, you’ve already lost your mind


Brave child

Why are you all-a-weep?

The huntress shall return


Meek and mild

I know you watch me sleep

Cities are gonna burn


But what a careless thought


Such a crown of thorns


When we all can be sold and bought

We’ll hear the bell that warns


Gonna March right outta this town


To the woods

To the thicket

To the marsh

To the groves




Gonna live underground
Missi Oliver Mar 19
Blue agate in my soul

Crushed to pieces

By jaded crows


They gain strength by wrecking me


My body

Made of feathers of the softest, most delicate kind

My memory

Made of fire that would burn a thousand men



But still I am weak



But still I cannot cry



And yet I can speak



Be still you wicked lie
Missi Oliver Mar 19
Sacred writing on the bathroom wall

Makes me think of brighter days

Of Summer then Fall


Kitchen blessings by tweeting birds

As I wake up from my slumbering state


Daughters in the hallway

Singing praises to the cat


When will the daisies show-up to make the daffodils smile?


All this I hold dear to my heart
Missi Oliver Mar 19
The whole earth

Is drenched in pearls

That glisten

Like the glitter on a winged cherub


The universe, in its entirety

Is bathed in a ritual bath

Of waters that are blessed by mothers


The space I now occupy Is covered

In the vines of a grassy bungalow

Cursed with graces from Golden Times


Utopia is real
Missi Oliver Mar 19
Lower my head

brighten my eyes


and then it feels right


and I start to drive
and I drive

and I thrive


on wicked skies



unfolding




even these delicate cruelties


these beings


occupy space



and my blue denim eyes


see your neon



displaced
Missi Oliver Mar 19
Today I was made of gold & silver


Each hair strand was pure UV light




Gracefully sublime


A pyramid-shaped treasure implied




And it was lyrical





When I was feeling like this and like that

It had a ripple effect on my spine




My skin felt pleasantly warm

And fine




Like after bathing and dancing


In star-crossed crystal canyons






I felt small and significant

All in the same







I could walk right up to the painted sun


the peach-peach

the vellum




And I knew I could save him




With all the diamond tears

I had collected

In my apron






Believing we could both be made

Of the same wavelength




The same endearing fire






The same sovereign echo of a heart beat
Anya Jul 2018
Have you ever
Felt so sluggish
You think it probably for your skin
To melt and ooze off
And the muscle underneath starts to sizzle
And only the lonely bones remain
As hot as a metal rod laid out under the blistering sun
One would feel that
If he or she closed their eyes
They’d become a shapeless lump
To much of nothing to be anything
And eventually they’d just sink into the earthen floor
Eventually reaching the crust then core
Then being desintegrated
Into tiny particles
I could keep going
But I’m too tired to think anymore
Let em just close my eyes and...
The title says it all, by the way the ending is implying that the above occurres to the subject of the poem after they close their eyes.
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