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Sunshine Tibod May 2018
If the yellow fades,
the dark replaces.
a hollow,
a blow,
a gasp,
a clasp,
of madness
strikes the clock.
then the tick
t-o-c-k-s!

The yellow,
my angel.
cosmic wings,
where are you now?

The hollow,
my death.
twisted fate,
won't you leave me be?

If the dark consumes
the yellow vanishes.
a fright,
a flight,
a breath,
a death,
of luminescence.
the absence,
an evanescence.
POSSIBLE May 2018
1.  I still see lightning
Through the fog.
I still see crosses
When I close my eyes
So many lost

2.  When my Eyes  are open
I see the Hurt the Broken
the Time spent Unspoken

3.  The Cracks                          Grand canyon size.
Missiles fired with abandon because there was no plan.
Mutually assured destruction

4.  Borne By a Single  Thought
Doubt.
When it's presence graces our minds
Faith finds It hard to Spark Through.

5.  Or Does it?
We cannot park in neutral every time the stop signs cross our path.
Peddling back and Forth When Swirling Bright Red anger Darkness to wrath.

6.  I wade through the RIVER OF SOULS
being drained by time and torment.

7.  But its worth it for you and it always will be.
You are my salvation and example.
Made bright by comparison to this Darkest Night.

8.  And with Hard work and Love....
Maybe we can save each other.
8 steps
EmperorOfMine May 2018
Oh, how you look at me...

I just can't help when I start smiling.

Strawberry lips, oh my...

Can't help it when I feel this shy.

If madness is loving you...

Well then, baby, guess I'm mad too.

Falling into a candy land...

Clap your hands, because now I'm a fan.
























ɴᴏ, ʜᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ɢʟᴀʀᴇ ᴀᴛ ᴍᴇ...

ɪ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ʜᴇʟᴘ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ ᴤᴛᴀʀᴛ ᴄʀʏɪɴɢ.

ʙʟᴏᴏᴅʏ ᴅʀᴇɴᴄʜᴇᴅ ᴈɪᴤᴛᴤ, ᴏʜ ᴍʏ...

ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ʜᴇʟᴘ ɪᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴅɪᴇ.  

ɪᴈ ᴤᴀɴɪᴛʏ ɪᴤ ʜᴀᴛɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ...

ᴡᴇʟʟ ᴛʜᴇɴ, ᴍɪᴤᴛᴇʀ, ɢᴜᴇᴤᴤ ɪ'ᴍ ᴤᴀɴᴇ ᴛᴏᴏ.

ᴈᴀʟʟɪɴɢ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀʟᴀɴᴅ...  

ɴᴏᴡ ɪ'ᴍ ᴤᴛᴜᴄᴋ, ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴇ ᴤᴛᴀʀᴛ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ.
ɢαмe over


:) ᴰᴼᴺ'ᵀ ᵂᴼᴿᴿᵞ, ᴵᵀ'ˢ ᴺᴼᵀ ᴬᴸᵂᴬᵞˢ ˢᴼ ᴳᴸᴼᴼᴹᵞ.

Start Over¿

Ƴᗴᔕ              ꈤꂦ
sankavi Apr 2018
you break me when you call her baby
she took your heart from my hands
i didnt want to let go
she stole your heart from me
Mark Wanless Apr 2018
Haiku 3

you are a friend yes
I hope it is not other
when enemies are
just trying
(preface to constipation)

way before aye knew
the name Fletcherism applied
tummy uncommonly (recherché) atypical dyed
in the wool feeding and/or slaking thirst guide

did precepts sans hungry
deaf eating beast impossible to hide
(the ferocious growling harassing imp -
armed to the figurative teeth ready to pounce
viz casus belli sans reeling off

a pseudo say id dish us vicious jeremiad
me, this unrepentant conscientious masticator,
who re: lied
on self control unbeknownst
to this pumpkin eater
unwittingly followed

the basic tenet of Fletcherism - custom made
modus operandi vis a vis exercising okayed
mandibular metered (when famished),
eyes kept closed while tongue gently played

adhered to practice of eating small amounts,
which discipline stayed
engorging self, and as a result
(consuming sustenance

only when hungry avoiding
(wolfing like an instantaneous blitz krieg flash)
found me aware visa vis master car ding
marginal increase in pounds meaning
thy body electric weighed

approximately for long stretches
when a habitue at one or another dining digs
stuffed nibbling on hors d'oeuvre figs
adequately satiating with with oomf

when contra dance caller Scott Higgs
announced "hands four," which signal
helped get my mojo back
and reel lee deuce home jigs,
which kickstarted, syncopated,

oft times espying Bobbie Riggs
who years gone back **** Vic Tory huss
e'en when donning apparel of Whigs
like colluding trump petting molecules
that via tiff ***** doth zags and zigs.
Colm Apr 2018
Though I do not know
   Where you are at present
       I want you now more than ever before
  
More than the ink in my pen
   And the quiet corner of my world
       (which I also adore)

More...
   Than any father or mother
       Stranger or friend

Because I want you my other
   More than life itself
       Yes, I want your times itself to spend

On anything and everything
   Our hearts
       Our ears or eyes desire
  
Because I want you more
   Than even my former self
       In this moment it's you I desire
Desiration | de·sire | dəˈzī(ə)r | noun | 1. a strong feeling of wanting to have something or wishing for something to happen.
Nayana Nair Mar 2018
The silence wrapping our words
was not born out of a deed or two.
Or out of lack of love.
We didn’t wake up one day
and began feeling alone.
The day we held hands,
we felt the alienation
that only love can bring.
No great love can
change what we were.
Where the plains of our own
lives and its insecurities met
there we see a crack,
to remind us everyday
that we never fit with each other.
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