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Maria Etre Jan 2017
The spark of fire
in your eyes
unleashed
a series of
fireworks
in mine
Black Jewelz Nov 2016
Welcome to the picaresque, pick a risk then pick a rest. Make sure it is picturesque. Flick the pest, the child who’ll grow to live off trysts and slit her wrist. The usual for the unusual, victims of the few who shall use you all. View a child atop the hugest wall. We used to bawl for him to come to a stall, now we call for him to make a move and fall. Stay there, son. A weird son, aware some. Beware ****, he’s fearsome. So veer from the glossed frost on the dross. See the tears run from the pail tossed. Speak of your fears none while we await the pale horse. Run your frail course, walk the trail lost and hail costs. Still, it’s to no avail, boss.

Loss.

This is … a verbal Picasso, an herbal antipasto, a historian’s emporium showcasing ancient fossils in a Costco. The VIP is reserved for the lost souls… who know they’re lost souls. There’s a red carpet with a tar pit leading to the flying car market. Prospects get a starter kit if they can test drive and park it on target. Watch out for the Barkets, zombified studs and starlets who’ve lost wits—walk into Target, get a guitar pick to shave their armpits and use a hair to floss with. Mark it; don’t forget or ignore this flawless gauntlet—you could call it an ornate orchid—designed to sting like hornets and upset and offset from the onset. This is … a director on set, an astronaut prepared and all set—just hasn’t launched yet. A gambler who never lost bets or brought debts. A fish who’s caught nets, a hostage who spoke threats, a treasure in a closed chest on a tall crest above a forest.

No rest.

A small test against the zest of this poet’s. I’ll pass the test then pass the test to the next. At a desk impress, confess or jest your best. Dress the mess in less and less duress. Address the text, your stress prevents success. Press, don’t guess—think steps ahead like chess.

Yes.

I used to ride through cities on Shadowfax, now I ride through on shadows’ backs. With a daunting scepter, haunting specters with shallow laughs that strike like a jagged axe. A gaze that stuns, and burns like a graze from the sun. Yeah, a scowl from beneath a cowl, as I growl, howl and prowl on a brazen run. On a mission to save the sons, and save the daughters—the sacred ones. I am the likes of Vader’s son. Sent by the Ancient One (not Doctor Strange’s one), I came tamed, unchained, trained with a light saber and a laser gun. Steel teeth, quasar gums and a razor tongue. Peering where the Savior hung. Praising with a raging lung. Fist raised with a flaming thumb. Dangling from an aging rung. There is nothing another man can save me from.

You got something to add? …

Save me sum.
Al May 2016
we're not quite that far in our relationship just yet
but sometimes i roll over and whisper,
"i kind of really love you—just a bit."
like, /a lot/ a lot. he's usually asleep.
Al May 2016
i take my tea with sugar;
it curves the acidity, and
builds my validity ‘cause
a tea or a coffee taken in
without some saccharine
sweetener lends itself to
a world where tea and a
coffee can either be very
sweet or absolutely bitter.
this website ******* up my perfectly cuboidal structure; oh well. written on a whim.
Kitty Jose Jan 2016
Amongst the crowd, I see her captivating the attention of many,
At first I am amused by her zeal, I see her dance away to her heart,
Beauty to her tune, she lends light to myriad candles on the way.
She continues to flutter, but to no one does she belong to,
I beam at her tenderness with a will to blend in, to engulf her charisma.

Hearts of many she steals, leaving a question to the source of her radiance,
Enchanted in her lilt I ask, to which she unburdens an aching core.
Dazed I seek, how can you spark wonder when you are the owner of a bleeding past?
I carry her response day and night, for what she said was one’s desire.

If not for the pain, then how does one feel another’s withered wings?
The power of healing, I now realize, is the taste to dance without chains.
She departs leaving a print in mind’s eye with a final glow she says,

Nurture the inside burn, for that is the key to your bliss,
Bestow ecstasy to the neighbouring, get drunk in your freedom.
Waltz away to life’s symphony, Breathe Free.
Trevor Blevins Dec 2015
Still so framed as promising
Even as the circumstances have changed.

Universe back in spirals,
Your eyes back in crystal lattice.

There is a particular way that the rain falls, gravity in mind when it does — severe,

When I'm reading rounds in between your lines.

You sit on the throne of the new regime.
Broke the idea the kind to be cruel is true when etched in stone.

De Stijl Darling.
Dutch Babe.

You stage this art-fiend Heaven,
Hypercatalyst blood into reality.

Handful of sudafed,
Your effect is the same,
When we shot through your canopy,
Sun on your hair —
Natural illuminated manuscript.

I hope you've latched on to me.
Justine Muriel Nov 2015
Spontaneity.
Is the compelling adrenaline worth the outcome?
To wonder why it is considered
an enticing form of rebellion
to those who do not bear its weight.
My admirable means, although impulsive,
represent
what my soul desires.
Vamika Sinha Sep 2015
I want so badly to feel
not just know
the life living within me.

Cells of my heart,
what makes you stay
and stick
and love
in such efficient harmony?
What are the series of
coincidences
constructed into miracles
by some invisible hand
to let you be?
What are you, how are you?
To drop and fall into one -
pulse-
compelling me, luring me
to breathe, breathe
even under the anaesthetic of sleep.

I crave to know
how my body cups my soul
in a mirrored glass and not
a casket
or cage, if I wish.

And why the soul cries
even so,
so

I speak
to the ever and ever lying beyond the sky.
I ask

Please?

Dreams break and lines break
but don't let
my heart break

into me.
It is living.

And I don't yet know
what that means.
Popped into my head while on a road trip.
Jules Sep 2015
"Bring your gumboots and rain coat, we're going on an adventure"

Lost, going around in circles; embarrassing.
Rainy, sick, "Let's go".
Pizza! Closed... cue more embarrassment.

Car rides along the main street, soft music playing
"Can I borrow that towel for my hair?"
Picks place to eat.
"Let's become humans again"

Dry hair, deodorant, changing shoes.
Struggle...
Horn blaring.
"This looks weird. Windows fogging, horn going, scraggly hair"
Awkward belly laughs.

Best avocado burger and aioli chips ever.
Need practise on being spontaneous
Sombro Sep 2015
A beach
Or naught
Memory
Thought
Tennis thoughts abound inside
My head, my hide
I cannot move
Let me slide
Bones have melted
Cushion inside
Free  Breathe
Don't allow
A taste of melancholy
To sour your lizard tongue
Feel
Yourself being pushed
To and...
The music
Run
As it says
Not forever, mind.
You'll arrive one day.
...it's a dream with a backbeat.

Written while listening to some music I love. It felt right :)
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