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Many will walk and many will talk
and up with just a bruised black nose
The pretenders will always stalk
around a beautiful budding rose

Nothing but a shadow to creep
by the stalker that will reap
Trying to catch them humming birds
the perverts that will suggest the words

They will stake and **** a baby chick
throttling  drowning, limbs flickering
The end will come when the police come by
seize their confidence and all that'll die

Nothing but bubbling water to the flame
they see exotic in all but their blame
Dancing around, in the next dark net
pretending, denying, till the sun sets.
B 7d
Fresh cream and sugar on a piece of cake
why wait, why wait?

It crumbles after a day or so
this, we know
so should I take it in my mouth to savor
or let my mind and feelings waver?

The summer sun - warm and unafraid
she will be gone, soon as night takes over day
I cannot greet the silvery light
we must bask, indulgently, while it is bright.

However,
this bottle upon my shelf
grows in flavor and in wealth
with each day that passes
so it does not touch any crystal glasses.

Green sanctuary, sweet perfume
honeysuckle bloom
and fruit springs from the vine
should I just give it time?

Is 6 years or 64 far too late
why wait, why wait?

What is action, what is fate?

Why wait?

Why wait?
my grandmother just reconnected with a lost love she hasn't spoken to in 64 years. it makes me wonder how long one can be haunted. should we wait?
B Jun 25
You are
so right that it feels wrong
like citrus fruit in January
you are my siren song
sour becomes something sweet
when you linger on it for too long.
B Jun 9
I love days like this
late day sunshine, early summer bliss.
The magnolia smells of home,
no matter how displaced
June breeze, calm and playful
your hand on my bare waist.

Sometimes I stare out beyond what I can see
and wonder who else has been.
Ancient southern trees
covered in spanish moss where leaves grow thin.
The night approaches
a lone rider with no name
the cover of darkness imposed
and fashions mystery just the same.

Growing restless in the thickness of heat
solstice tastes like sugar and a hidden moon
something mindless and indistinct.
Burning for as long as an eye can blink,
gentle little light of beetle make the way
know it could lead me somewhere far, far off
but here, I so wish to stay.
I'm getting older
I'm finding me
I'm realizing certain things like
I'm not my scars
I'm not my depression
I'm not the pain they caused me
I'm not filthy
I'm not pain
I'm not disease

I'm simply me
I'm loving and sweet
I'm music beneath my feet
I'm overjoyed over simple things
I'm moonlight and stars
I'm singing in the car
I'm anything i want to be
I'm simply me

I read a book for the first time in years
It nearly brought me to tears
About a girl and all her fears
As i read
In my head
I thought
Why does she hate herself so much
What's up with that
But then i look back
And that was me

I was devoured by my own destiny
I hated myself
I pleaded for help
I beat myself
I blamed myself
I became negative
And down
Always with a frown
I felt like a clown
I read this book
And it made me see
It inspired me

I have grown
I have changed
I have became
Less deranged
I found love
Within myself
And forgiveness
For my own hell
I am comfortable in my own skin
That is an absolute win

Take time today
To appreciate your accomplishments
Remember you are not your pain
You are not for their gain
You are you
And you can be
Anything you want to be
I want to be free
Like a leaf
Dancing in the wind
Going softly with a grin
Every so often I'll spin
And let others see
How they too can be
Free

That is me
And that
Makes me happy
: ) 🌿
SP May 22
Like the cold beauty of the snow,
Beloved, is your countenance,
And intangible as shadow
Is my own foggy temperance;
You are the rationale of thought
And I the haste that feeling wrought.

To my moonlit silver you are
The triumphant glory of gold,
The radiant sunburst of your star,
The tinge of my gleam, still and cold;
I am a bride in ornate lace
And you the veil that hides her face.

Like the tender soil of the earth,
Beloved, rooted deep am I,
And your grand destiny since birth–
The infinite range of the sky;
You are the grace of the feline
And I the faith of the canine.

O love! you are the Black pieces
Seizing a win against all odds,
Against my White heart's caprices–
The resoluteness of the gods;
I am the longing in your breath
And you the succour of my death.

© InscrutableAngel
B May 19
Wash my face with cold spring water
and my hair still smells like your cigarettes
sleeping under moon and alder
for once, I have no regrets.

Caught you in summer
by fall I'll be ready for the chase once more.
For now, let's just be gentle with one another
let us play upon the lakefront shore.
The sky and the expanse of a reservoir
reflections of a perfect sunset, lilac hue
it's hurts, it's true
in the end
I'm always coming back for you.

Fire ignites where it wills
fighting against the black of night
wrap yourself around me
take away my chills
be my burning light.
Dark and amber bottle
makes this twilight seem all the longer
we reach out for what we can still see
and in the dark we wander.
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