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bucketb0t Dec 1
Silent  Picture
Book-worm warmth
cocoon coop-cope
deep-dive wings
Shores emerald waters

Molokai Melting Man
mouth moon moth

main inspiration mute
moon cold draft move
press inscript pencil
sun rising melts still
threat resounding thread

sane symmetrical sense
eyes  emotional  ease

inner world melt
bucket beauty
emotional leeching
head discovery
outer word felt
Dedicated to Buckethead's "Melting Man", which appears on two albums, "The Shores of Molokai" and "Silent Picture Book", where I integrated a painting from a fan where, during the melting, he forms of a moth with emerald wings.
Jeremy Betts Jul 23
I melt like ice on a hot plate
Like a candle to a flame
All I know is pain
Though it now sits as an unforgettable stain
The receptors were never meant too sustain
The onslaught like constant rain
Proving to be too much to maintain
I now feel nothing,
Teetering on the cusp of insane
Not unfamiliar terrain
I recognize fears domain
Spent a lot of time on that plane
Where a single step forward is a strain
And one look back can reattach the chain
Scars from a dangerous brain
Are the only parts of the original me that remain
If need be,
Look for my face in the wood grain

©2024
Goddess Rue Feb 21
Iridescent Moon tears,
Or is it the Moon melting into the stars?
Maybe, it's the tinkering in my head,
But I so desperately wish that it was all real.
That you and I were in that melting *** of a night sky,
So dark yet it didn't swallow our shine.
I wrote without a thought,
just you.
Your words your efforts,
I'm learning to embrace.
J Jan 7
I am black lace kissed with stardust
You are brilliant, well loved, faded tie-dye
Leaving the smell of campfires, afternoon naps
fresh showers, and sleepy smiles in your wake  
Bonfire flames licking the space between our skin
Heart beat rhythms drive the music
To sway against our heartstrings
Connected.
Summer rain runs down us steaming
Feel your heat getting closer
warming my bones
melting my center
A shiver runs through me
So in tune, I pulse for you
Aching with the distance
That seems to always separate
Our good timing
I never knew quite how cold I was until I met you.
Samantha Dietz Sep 2022
If someone were to make you, where would they begin?
Would they need a bowl, a cookie sheet, or some kind of molded tin?
Would you be sweet, a little sour, or even have a kick?
Would it be the knife that cut you, or the spoon from which they lick?
Would they start with cream to soften, or flour to make you thick?
Would the eggs just make you runny, or would they make you stick?
Would you need lemon zest, or pepper flakes, or chocolate chips?
Would you melt inside their mouths, or would you burn their lips?
Would you rise inside an oven, or would you boil above a flame?
Would they have memorized the recipe, or would they only know the name?
A prompt from a friend, thank you.
Alicia Moore Mar 2022
the space between us melts away,
honey forming in the warmth of passion.
we are golden and sticky in love;
I am made weak by the sweetness of it.
Alicia Moore Feb 2022
I begin to weep,
my tears melt the falling snow;
a storm in my soul.
If I were a fire, and you were my candle,
I might burn your body,
then illuminate every dark space
and make it bright;
even if it doesn't reach everything,
at least we haven't gone astray
for a while.

If I were a fire, and you were my candle,
we would burn at every celebration,
in birthday or wedding cakes.

If I were a fire, and you were my candle,
we would be a farewell gift,
and leave a scar on every melt.
Indonesia, 3rd September 2021
Arif Aditya Abyan Nugroho
Karijinbba Jul 2021
PC came, RD comes.
Their Nana fill melts,
their candles in my midst
It's key to lock tryst.
~~~~
Cyber virtual lovers delight.
Leocardo Reis Jul 2021
In disheartened passion
my heart melts
like the sunset of a
spaghetti western film.
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