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Norman Crane Oct 2020
Let's lose our minds amongst the olive trees
Labyrinth of oiled imagination
Twirl like falling leaves / falling to our knees
in unbalanced joy and veneration
of ourselves. For there is nobody else
but us; there is no other time but now,
Red flowers bloom. A blue shadow propels
a still landscape into being somehow
fluid. Timelessly we swim, wet within
each brush stroke branch and painted wave of wild
emancipation—to forget the din
of the wretched asylum. Vincent smiled:
Dive too deep and you shall go insane,
The olive grove remains the other side of the pane.
Inspired by Vincent van Gogh's painting of the same name.
Amtul Hajra Sep 2020
When you sit swinging at every blink of my eyes.
The dark circles under sing the setting moon lullabies.
Free shadows of spring sunlight, and whispers in the corridors.
” I wish to never be alone”, says the Gardener in his mother tongue.
He pulls up hope in a tin can pouring over new buds, his whistles add sweetness to my ears.
that Mynah that sits under the banyan tree, sits on it today.
And sparrows picking at raw berries, flutter as I near them.
Wet grass pins at my feet, random flowers that mysteriously grew; falling from the paradise.
Here’s to my very own forest of life & death.
For I have failed many friends, those which never came back.
Though I waited, and I wait.
The woman in my house, with rags for clothes, dead faith that lives in the cracks of her lips.
And when she walks, her bunch of keys rattle her bottle of liquor she considers hidden. Her hands that pet rotis and light stoves, escape destiny and destroy hope.
Olive shaded walls of my home, frequently fall short of peace.
The ringing of bells from the latest exhibit, the tv making up for all those who were once before.
I raise the volume from 45 to 80,
All sorts of sacred prayers surround my very being.
I devour my pancakes and drain down coffee like religion itself.
shattered chandeliers bring me patterns of floating aspirations.
Sofa’s hold me any way I Can sit, while I forge some sleep, and fool my mind.
Rested i am not.
Empty i am.
My walls are so high, i only feel free at the top.
And sometimes think I’d like to fall.
when the waters from the shore mumble to me, “don’t fall for the charades.”
I stay put and cherish all the beauty.
At least, that’s what I think it is.
A passing wind slips from my hands, parting from every inch of my spine.
I plead, “take my heart with you.”
And so,
my heart beats in my rib cage,
But never at peace or in one place.
Surkhab kaur Aug 2020
It's been four years
But the little goofball is still the same.
He is pampered and doesn't know how to fight
Instead I caught him yesterday running behind the butterfly
resting on his nose.
And then! rather than eating the grasshopper,
He tried to jump higher than it...and ended up into the wall!
His friends are strong like warriors but...
He is like the shepherd's boy grazing the sheep
His ******* eyes say it all
And his shine is like no other.
Even though he doesn't like me much...
But there are nights when we sit together
counting stars with fireflies.
The relation between me and my dog is not like others. He doesn't like me much but loves to stay around me.
tapioca Apr 2020
The olives are black and ripe.

Black beads scrutinise me, smiling
With a bitter aftertaste that I know I won’t like,
But my dad loves.
Four olives, then three, then two,
And little fingers reach out for the plucked fruit.

Yellowy syrup soaks into fluffy clouds of ciabatta
Like the warmth of the sun seeping into tiny cracks in the road;
I remember the story of Athena’s olive tree and
I think I should call her Minerva because I’m in Italy.
Two identities for the same person.
I find that strange.

Picking the thinly sliced fruit from my food,
I grimace at the pattern of black spots on my plate.
The two colours mix in my vision and I know
It is ugly.
The sea glimmers just beyond my reach and the
Filtered beams of sunlight make me yellow.

****, sharp flavours pinch my tongue.
Thin arms suffocated by pustules of inky blackness cover my vision;
My father stands beside me, taking photos,
Although I’m not sure what he’s commemorating.
I see a group of Korean tourists.
They don’t recognise me.
I spit out the sour bead.
this is something i busted out in 15 minutes for school a couple of years ago. fun fun fun.
J Nc Dec 2019
Golden olive arab eyes
Gods only know that look belies
Raw emotions there residing
A force, to rival time or tide
Or maybe just a passing thought of passion from ago

Anadulterated love or hate
Her capacity for each, so great
Mercurial, maternal journal
Of passing days with eyes alit
On fire, in frenzy, champs at bit
Or maybe she'll just dance

Or sing a song, puff on her ****
Shes fine as **** in nets or thong
But classy, unlike wiry roughnecks
Trying to tag along

My goddess of the cradle,
She'll send me to my grave
From hair breaths,
A hairs breadth before I drown in satin

Her love shines through like bright white linen,
She lights me up
In prayers, in sinnin
Frantically, she gives her all
She spends herself
Heeds every call
For help they ask and ask and take
Dont tell her that love conquers all
She knows thats ****
And shes no doll of fragile porcelain,
She'll fall and bounce right back but better
Howd i ******* go and get her
To fall for me, cause im no catch
A schlub from that ol black gold patch
An angel, just like Lucifer
Was, upon a time
She sees in me what I can't see
And when those eyes are cast on me
I wither like the ashes of burnt paper
Or my life
I hope some day she'll let me (if i were her, i wouldnt, bet me)
Make my queen my love-ed wife
...
J Nc 12-31-19
For my best friend, and girlfriend Lauren
Lady Misfortune Dec 2019
You...
Are not easy to appease and quite unsweet
(Special to me)

You...
Are the red ball my mother said it is dangerous to play with
(A world unrevealed)

Yet, I'm drawn to your bitterness
It makes me feel canny.

There's nothing more I love than candy
I mean I would be dandy with an outstanding quantity
Somehow still unequal to the flavor of you

You...
Who pulls my tail and teases my senses
(Convince me my pain is not real)

You...
Are the personified insatiable
And complacency is dullified when you are on my mind

This is my inept attempt to explain
I want to drown in the aroma that is you

Lose my fingers in your skin
Awakening your phobias in hopes I'll forget, my own.

Smear my lips near your hips
And you'll remind me
I only want you because I am not supposed to

You...
Are the olive taste I can not replace
I want to spit you out like gum,
But it would be so futile to.
(For I love you)
You inspired this. And I think it is an inaccurate depiction of how i feel. I don't know where this came from. It is a truth but I think only a truth meant for fantasy... your favorite thing
Ally Sep 2019
Your mischievous gaze
your dark brown eyes, not as shiny as they should be
tell a very sad tale
straight from your heart

I offered you an
Olive branch...

Being with your broken
soul, whilst trying
to repair my own
was just hurting us more
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