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Ilion gray Jun 27
I am yours.
To keep
Or kill,
To own
Or burn
Freeze and melt
And drip down into
Earth..
          Yours,
Until nights are dreamless,
And the day sky loses the moon,
        Yours,
      Because when you kiss me
Planets arrive suspended in
perfect silence, traveling
Through the loneliest stitch of space
of infinite galaxies
Of Rolling hills of black..
I forget all the empty things
I forget that I am a drifter
Into every morning that bears
A
Dying day..

Your smile Ignites spinning
Stones in space,
Sets stars aflame
Pouring molten eons down into
The patient,
Frozen planets dripping
Life into the dark.

If you squeeze my heart..
And take it,
So be it.
Because,
you have rearranged the notes
Adjusted the measure
Of its beating/
When you enter
Walls shatter and collapse
Ceilings..

In you the earth stands still..
        In you it turns again.
And although I walk with wildfires,
The fire would never meet you,
I will only rise above you/
so the devil can not see you,
I would hide you beneath my skin
And in between my bones
If you are tired...
Of being alone
In a world
That's not your home.
Meaby Pom May 23
A hand I reach to the tulip in my
garden
A greet to this life I found new
meaning
A family I want, our love will not be
forgoten
I say forever and mean it, aslong as im
breathing
Regardless of the results, I'll be here
darling
Till we are there we will just be
dreaming
I love you baby, you are absolutely
charming
Sarah Nov 2017
though you and I
have yet to travel
very far on Earth
through the night sky
I’ve lost count
of all the stars traversed
Kyle Fisher Jan 2017
Skewed, and Angled.
Perception of time seems so vulnerable, at least able to be captured.. mangled.
Away it flies, yet draws closer by the second; quilted with its own set of rules and manners.. entangled.. in itself.
Oxymoronic.
The ultimate healer, but kills all, besides itself, "In time." Dividing a fine line between happiness and misery..
Above rides the wind, and below, the waves.
Neither can go back, or skip ahead.
Sarah Aug 2016
Looking at the bathroom mirror
knowing I was the one who broke it
I don't believe in luck
but I was fortunate enough
to wind up with only
a small scratch on my wrist
below the side of my fist
where I hit the spot in a fit of rage
The cracks spread out in a strange shape
like half of a heart shattered to pieces
most which were cleaned up
but I've still found a few in here,
even after seven years.
Kyle Kulseth Jun 2016
Bills are scheming with a lightweight check
               again.
Swear to God they must by
         best of friends.
And now I'm sitting solo on my couch
               again
with these 4 walls.
They've become parenthetic.

It's the same everywhere,
               I know.
Same for my friends.
'Cuz the loan checks that we're writing won't
          pay dividends.
We majored in Assumptions,
tossed our caps and
               then
we found new meanings
for what's copasetic.

Now it's easy...
too damn easy...
So easy...
It's too easy.

To wander these same neighborhoods
and stay in tiny, shitty apartments
when the loose ends of your 20s tangle
and you're tied to where you've always been.

And I'll never ask for
          FOR ANYONE'S HELP.
But I still can't take
          CARE OF MYSELF.
So I'll
          COOK MY DINNERS
     ON THESE BURNING BILLS
and laugh my way to the bank
so they can repossess my smile.

Days keep blurring through to nightlight gleams,
               I know
time is racing past but
      thoughts are slowed.
And I'll be sitting pretty on my couch
               alone
inside 4 walls
because habits are a home.

It's the same everywhere,
               I know.
Same for us all.
Late nights and lame jokes we're making
          push back walls.
We majored in Assumptions,
tossed our caps and
               all
we found were new ways
to be pathetic.

But it's easy...
just too easy...
So easy...
It's too easy.

To stay in soured relationships,
stay still in tiny, shitty apartments
when the low points of your paychecks dangle
while you're trying to climb as high as rent.

And we couldn't be in
          ANY WORSE HEALTH.
And we couldn't be less
          FAIR TO OURSELVES
but we'll keep on keeping
like it's copasetic

And we'll never ask for
          ANYONE'S HELP.
Though we still can't take
          CARE OF OURSELVES.
So we'll
          COOK PLATES OF CROW
          ON OUR BURNING BILLS
and laugh our way downtown
where we can reassess our smiles.
Lucas Keith Jan 2016
…aloof or a fool,
A new dude or old school?
Having a trying time,
Writing a fine line,
Unraveling like a spool.
Feeling like the guy who'll
Use a contraction that no one uses,
Muses to the point of confuses,
Loses himself as he peruses through,
Each memory of you,
  Each word he heard,
   Each touch and kiss too,
And every smile,
The minutes he lingered a while longer,
Hoping he left the bond stronger,
Not weakened by seeking,
Hidden meanings, peeking from cover,
Never there, but an overanalyzing lover,
I have become,
Which isn't fun,
Nor what you desire.
So as it comes down to the wire,
Let's feed this consuming fire,
Blooming flowers in the mire,
A garden vibrant,
Growing and verdant.
As our passion builds higher,
Allow me to sire the breadth
  Of love to the furthest depth
   Of your magnificent soul.
A realm transcending goal,
To know you as a whole,
  From end to end to start,
   From mind to body to heart,
    From normal to abstract to art,
And smart to silly and new
Every understanding of you.
As you peer straight through,
All of my attitudes and moods,
To see me vulnerable and raw,
Placing your hands on me to thaw
The ice and frozen gaping maw
That consumes my everyday away,
Playing awry with anger to stay
Against the grain with a dull saw.
So I return to the lyrical poetry
And fervently sow the seed,
  And nurture it till it becomes a tree,
Wait for Autumn and gather every leaf
And write my words down on each
To show you what I truly mean
And capture beauty from the scene
That depicts from vivid life to sleep
Resting quietly in Winter dreams,
And sew gently all those leaves
To bring together from death to life,
A new creation born from strife,
Each word painted on canvas rife
With yellow, orange, brown, and red,
Nature's trash given for dead,
Now a map of journey lead
From each word I haven't said
  To the volumes I've penned in hope and dread,
   To display to you, my love is true,
That I believe in me and you
Even through my darkest moods,
Fading between the Grey and Blue,
The Civil War I'm prone to
Try and win but often lose.
But you bring forth the other hues,
Colors vibrant, warm, and bright,
That could place a rainbow in the night
Amongst the stars and soft moonlight,
The backdrop, an eternal void of black,
  The space impact, of infinity cracked
By the light you give, holding nothing back,
Treating me like I nothing lack.
And so I return to the green,
The garden world beneath my feet
  And dig up earth with hands, softly,
   A cool, dirty shallow tomb
That becomes new growth warming womb
As the seed I place sacrifices
Itself to feed and give life to this
New growth shoot free of vices,
Reaching the sun of its own devices,
Gracing the sky with weathered caress,
The Earth it turns to silently bless
As a bridge in this world to Heaven mess.
It smiles to those in success
And life and love and death and duress,
Never trying to shallowly impress,
But being nurtured by little me,
It abides patiently
For Autumn, to gift me it's leaves,
So I can in turn gift them to you,
Thousands of words written true,
  And a myriad of ways to say 'I love you'.
Lyrical poem I wrote regarding someone I hold very dear.
Lucas Keith Apr 2014
Temperamental,
  Incidental,
Is there no other way?

Atmospheric,
  Esoteric,
What else could I say?

Broken blood,
  Bruised bond,
    The callous full of rage.
Shallow suitor,
  Sifting silence,
    Alien deference center stage,
       Left.

Pressing pencil to page only leaves
  a No. 2 imprint, the lead, hovering
    parallel.
The explanation remains aloof, all
  aglow, with arrogant mystery, hiding
     behind truths.
Were it believable, we would comprehend;
  were it excusable, we would not defend.

Plush and terrible, scores of pulpy,
  rotting sun-kissed remains, the
     foundation.
Fools led in marionette whimsy towards
  a hopeful siren mirage, ventriloquist
    dreams seeping from betwixt their lips.
Climbing over each carcass apology,
  past the caressing vulture whispers, each
     spark of hope kindles the fool's fire deeper.
Seated in iron clad marrow urges, ignorance
  assaults memory in waves of ecstasy to
    continue the familiar journey.

Impulse.
  In pulse.
Out pulse.
  Over and over,
    the fuse falters.

Dead again, an addition to the spire,
  this fictitious, visceral altar of the
    amorous intentional.
Pallid and weak, eyes closed towards
  the nothingness of space and memory,
    forgetting again.

Temperamental,
  Atmospheric,
What else could I say?

Incidental,
  Esoteric,
Is there no other way?
Lucas Keith Jun 2014
'I love you.'

Simple words,
  but what do they mean?
Digging deeper,
  past the vulgar and obscene,
the mists fade,
  and sight becomes clear.
To begin,
  they are absent of fear,
but hold tight
  a certain hesitance,
just like
  asking for that first dance.

Within the words
  are layers of composition,
containing different,
  yet elemental cohesion.
It is the
  quiet stare that stands on
the cusp
  of diving into conversation,
the course deviation
  that leads me next to you.

The flowers
  dancing all summer through,
the crystal flakes
  that blanket the ground,
the silence
  of space that resounds,
the crescent moon,
  waning philosophical mute,
the acorn,
  dying to feed the shoot,
as am I,
  all these things in union.

My dreams,
  your fetching face,
and the kisses,
  which I intentionally place,
brushing them,
  across your eyes and nose,
down your neck,
  tracing where your collar bones go.
Drifting slowly
  across space-time and cosmos,
tangled up
  in your arms, as the galaxy flows,
a thousand stars
  stream by, but I'm consumed
with you,
  my entire world in bloom.

You alight
  dancing from planet to moon,
tiptoeing Saturn's rings,
  skipping across Neptune.
Running fingers
  like paintbrushes, you create
art like breath,
  swirling storms and fate,
Arms swaying,
  stars glittering in each swirl,
you caper towards
  the Sun in graceful twirls.
Spinning past
  Earth and the God of War,
Miming the backward,
  and skipping the Mercurial shores,
the Sun
  burns hot and bright,
striving to outshine,
  and dims in shallow spite.

But before
  you're confident smile grows,
I want you
  to step back and hold,
the world,
  our blue, sordid home
in your hands,
  then turn and look beyond that dome.
The galaxy,
  in it's vast glowing brilliance,
the stars and
  nebulae and shining dalliance,
for that,
  is my love encompassing,
far greater than
  this Earth, on which we are living.

Then I
  awake, aching desire
to let you
  know of this deep-seated fire,
that wishes
  you were waking next to me,
feline stretching,
  stifling a yawn, then I'd be,
kissing your neck,
  and whispering in your ear,
'I love you'
  hoping that it was clear,
just exactly
  what I meant, knowing
I could never
  explain exactly or wholly.
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