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Rox 18h
He lays
While the leaves sit underneath
the brilliance of sincerities tree,

and thinking to you
were all the things done by.

As it were
Pages left turned and inkless
What's left behind inside
the minds of an intertwining summer
a conclusion predesignated.

I saw to you,
just as I waved hello to goodnight’s moon.
As they touched along the surfaces
fleeting into the skin
A welcomed wound.

And didn’t you know,
That the pictures I stole
Of every point of you
Were etching onto sheets of heaven
into the reflections of the mirrors
that sit before your bedside.

While it rests
with mixed spirits,
the roses that I bore

Passing through glowing bodies
As the silences burrow
are the images you started to dream with me

A judgement left only partially bridged.
Melded with the manifestation of adoption

And as the calls ring in secluce,
I still feel that this alley is ghostless
Lest this vase breathe the life
of unwilted flowers

where the flip sides meet
on the evenings tides
joined by charmed indifferences

in company with the character
of an old flame,
only tangible with
lights which lay ahead.

medleyed in to what's to be.

Thank you.
He is waiting for me
on the other side,
where I'm heading to
every day of my life.

And further I get,
better I see
him sitting there,
waiting for me.

Very familiar
his face seems to be.
He looks so alike,
it's actually me.
Keonna 7d
Static, static,
Why do you awaken me Charlie?
Can’t you see I’m trying to sleep?
Static, static,

I’m sorry Keonna,
It’s just that your the only energy that I️ can see,
Static, static,

Why do you watch over me?
Are you trying to scare me?
Static, static,

No, no, I️ wish to communicate,
This the only time we can talk when it’s late,
Your energy strong,
Why can’t we communicate for long?
Static, static,

Because Charlie I️ have to get up for work,
And I️ don’t know anything about the other side and it’s mysterious perks,
Say Charlie, where are your from?
Are you from a different plane, planet or dimension?
How come feeling your presence I️ always hear a thump?
Static, static,

Something like that,
But there is something I️ want you to do,
Static, static,

I️ can’t hear you?
What is it you want me to do?
Static, static,

Charlie? Where are you?
Static, Static, Static.
(Genesis chapter 1:6 and *** said: “Let there be a firmament in the midst of the water, and let the waters be divided by the water.” I never understood this statement, well not until I wrote this poem).
The ocean.
It’s just a wetter version of the sky
a graveyard' of poetry
that broke into my heart and open my eyes,
and I saw the brightest darkness mirror reading
handwritten dreams cuffing the stars consoling the rain
whom tears laugh

and in that laughter, I hear the words
*** hates you
these insulting tears that only once *** could hear
now speaks to me with warring tongues
and I had nothing deep to say
just a crushed sentence
a pile of regret
a sky that jumped on my train thought
and we went from an angelic blue to a halo of black.

***, I do apologize if you feel like I have displeased you.
See I have been searching for a weightless ***
because the others are too heavy
and too weak like watered down gospel,
Weak like the dark side of poetry
Weak like a religious inside joke no one gets
Forgive me for you know everything I don't

so tell me am I a self-portrait of you and will you promise to
clean ***** lost souls like mine
and will u forgive me for having an enchanted mind
You see I often mistook you for a poem that has never been written
Mistook you for masculine words that became undone
I mistook you  for a selfless father that has more than one son
Mistook you for a sky filled with multiple sunsets.

I know nothing of you,
you unseen ***
tell me am I of the other ***
am I his fleshly creation standing outside my normal heartbeat
and on the footnotes of his story
standing breathing whirlwinds on death ears of soundless music
into the lungs of his bible
The lungs of his heaven that often resembles the blood stains in his ****

blood that flows throughout my veins and into an anthem of sorrow
Sung with broken tongues
sorrow buried in all kind if ancient languages
And I sit in this **** crying with roses
that's been wounded by his thoughts and
his words shoved into each other and I hate this

so much that I stripped down to pain and
I am exposed ***** with caution
and I can see that my heart is a jealous *** also
an egoistic ghost filled with love I never felt
a love that has no title

a love I am not entitled to feel
and why should I be
When that *** knows I am a sleepwalking addict high off of pain
why should I be when that *** knows I am as useless as a headless butterfly
When I should be more like the ocean
Yeah just a wetter version of the sky
The human body is made up of 75% water
(So in Genesis chapter 1:6 when *** said “Let the water be divided by the water.” Where did that water go? It is in me).
KM Hanslik Sep 24
Oh please don't leave me on the side
Sidekick, this side dish life is not what I'm about
I'm going down with speakers blaring loud
I'm swinging from every angle, gotta keep it proud

keep my head above the noise and
the fan blades chopping through everything
my head is too full of ghosts and scissors
I am a loser, need to find me a winner
take me out to dinner

spill your contents into me and after
I won't find me another, I'm too full of disaster
too full to ask her

what she's doing out this late
empty my plate
I am not a side dish
but I still act like one.
Eyithen Sep 21
You never knew me as well as you thought you did
You only saw the side I wanted you to see
You saw the moon glowing in all her glory
Worshiping her more than she deserved
You didn't see the dark side
The side that didn't deserve praise and flattery
That left me with guilt
Because you were praising only half of me, thinking it was all of me

You never knew me as well as you thought you did
You always expected me to be the happy, bubbly person I could sometimes be
You thought something was wrong when I wasn't how you wanted me to be
"I'm fine" I say. And I really was.
Why can't I have my quieter days?
It can be exaughsting to be happy all the time
Sometimes I want to be expressionless

There were things I liked that you didn't know about
And there are things I have done that you didn't know about
If I told you, would you have seen me differently?
I know you would.

You never truly knew me
You only think you did
If I asked you a question about me, would you know the answer?
Probably not.
You knew what you saw, not the facts
You knew the moon glowed bright, but quickly forgot that there are two sides.
Just like you forgot that every cycle the moon goes dark.
It doesn't glow or shine brilliantly
It doesn't bathe you in moonlight and light your path
It leaves you blind in a night without shadows, without light

You knew the full moon, you never saw the New
Cause if you did, you would have left me alone
About an ex-friend who put me on a pedestal. He thought he knew me better than I know myself. Oh how wrong he was.
Shin Sep 11
Johnny got a job at the grocer
and Mary-Ann moved to Japan.
Sasha strips to feed her sons,
and I hear Jacob wound up sober.

But to me they're all sad sights
forgetting where those ******* came.
So go on ahead, call me a ***,
I'll still rep this south side plight.

Yes sir, sippin my 40 in the rain,
an ashen blunt pressed between my lips,
I have that swag on my back,
and that muddle in my brain.

Mister please knock me out,
I wanna spittle teeth and blood.
Go ahead buddy, take a swing.
Punch me in the mouth.

This side of paradise                                                       ­                           
                      located just across the threshold
                      of those delicate clothes              
                      underneath that soft pink skin  
                        stretched over those lovely bones
                      Rosalind, how those eyes hold    
                     the constellations of my love    
                       hold me close, dear
                      and let go our fears
 of class
    of money
                       let us not go hungry
                                                eat the plate that feeds                     
The other side is looking greener                                                        ­    
                                               like the color of money,
                                                      a serpent hissed in your ear
                                             what a fitting surname
                                            Ryder, on the coattails
                                               it's not love, its security
                                for your family
Thank *** for prohibition                                                    ­                    
paradise was starting to look hazy
Brandon Kerr Sep 3
Exactly on target, we shoot words with silence
In each glare of violence, we re-do the stylings
Of mental athletics, brains jumping through hoops made of fire
We tight rope across all of these verbal tripwires
Got your thoughts in a circus the ringmasters nervous
But **** he deserves it Oh *** I deserve it

The rambling I'm ambling I'm scrambling to make it back home
Screaming how did this happen
I softened my landing but still fell with passion
I've laid a foundation but misread the pavement
Got ****** up and ****** down, I'm raining these statements
Is this what the pain meant? My minds train in derailment

I love, the moments, that I spend, beside you
But crumple, inside in, the moments, I lie to you
Lost in verbal warfare tounge twister suicide I'm fighting a battle to my death my heart and brain either way it goes I know I'll feel the pain I'm talking lying to myself so convinced I speak the truth, that when you catch me in my lies, just know I think I caught me too

Tripping on the patches of ice built from frozen tears.
Got a semi-conductive, convulsing electrical jukebox, playing some music to die for to die to
I'm slipping on brain juice, I'm hoping it stained you, I'm driving this nail under influential musings, right through my skull
Dulling the pain turning to my drug
Breathing in the ashes of a devastating love

And it's tuned to the doves
The peace of mind in my lungs
All i keep is the love
You take it all and then some
Cause I've been running on E
But life has never been this easy

Midas touch of Sun
Sunny side up , yellow white blooms
Balmy morning in March

Bees and birds flap wings
Feasting on the sunny side up
Flowers of summer

The backyard is merry
Green grass and grasshoppers blend
A colour divine

A memory , from an old photograph
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