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Missi Oliver Mar 2020
Lower my head

brighten my eyes


and then it feels right


and I start to drive
and I drive

and I thrive


on wicked skies



unfolding




even these delicate cruelties


these beings


occupy space



and my blue denim eyes


see your neon



displaced
Missi Oliver Mar 2020
Today I was made of gold & silver


Each hair strand was pure UV light




Gracefully sublime


A pyramid-shaped treasure implied




And it was lyrical





When I was feeling like this and like that

It had a ripple effect on my spine




My skin felt pleasantly warm

And fine




Like after bathing and dancing


In star-crossed crystal canyons






I felt small and significant

All in the same







I could walk right up to the painted sun


the peach-peach

the vellum




And I knew I could save him




With all the diamond tears

I had collected

In my apron






Believing we could both be made

Of the same wavelength




The same endearing fire






The same sovereign echo of a heart beat
Missi Oliver Mar 2020
Can you recall
The death of an orchard

In times

Of vacant thought trapeze?


It’s like breathing-in
A fractured landscape




Whilst sipping tea


With the vanilla beast
Of your dreams
nick armbrister Mar 2020
Emerald Ireland looks great.
I want to go.
Syria was once beautiful before the war.
Racing bikes are as cool as jet fighters.
Look at the Isle of Man TT and Le Mans 24hr endurance bike races.
Breathtaking like any air show flying display.
Goodbye wobbly wisdom tooth, you fakin cant!
You broke by roast spud; caught between 2 teeth.
Off to the tooth butcher.
£48 rip off again.
Get a tat for that price saying:
I DON'T WANNA BE FECKIN RIPPED OFF!
How can I learn to love this danger town of mine?
When you crucify yourself you use a magic hammer to get the last nail in.
Leigh Everhart Mar 2020
God scans through the texts of Tolstoy
For the secrets of the universe
While the archangels at the table
Dispute loudly, who is worse –
Was it Van Gogh, or Picasso?

“I was far worse than both of them!”
Says a self-righteous Mozart
While Beethoven starts spitting.
“Oh, don’t you two start!”

Warns a tipsy-stern Gabriel
From behind a tall lager
While Plato scrawls circles
Like a half-a-dime auger.

“Silence!” God booms,
Though his eyes are quivering
With unshed tears,
And Dickinson is shivering
With the draft of early evening.

St. Peter is resting,
Feet propped on a chair,
Before returning to his post,
And God lets them all stay there

By his side as he thumbs
Through War and Peace’s last pages
While the fire burns low
And the storm outside rages.

Wilde laughs uproariously
At the news while he cooks.
“How was it?” Michael asks
As God closes the book.
God takes a moment
Before his answer, confessing,
“It wasn’t too bad, I think,
But far too depressing.”
EP Robles Mar 2020
i have walked within your
thunderstorms & broken nails
upon the wood of your maple
casket -- makes me sad

called a dove the vulture of
all hearts (oh my)
hauled ***** stares within
the sack of my brain we all
refrain from bruised egos OH HEY
says the ******* of my MOUTH
you can only lose
what you never had
and i broke nails
trying to pull Jesus
from his Cross//+\

:: 03.11.2020 ::
Marius Banik Mar 2020
I am standing on a Road
On the other Side: a Field
Kilometers long
I look at my Watch
The Handels are missing
No Lights, neither North nor South
Only thick, milky Fog
A cold Blow cutting through my Skin
I zip the Jacket up
All the Way under my Chin
I light a Cigarette
I do not look around

After a few Minutes or Days
A Light dives through the Nothing
A blue Bike floats past me endlessly slow
On it someone without a Face, dressed in black

And from that Day on there always was a slight Splatter in the Background
Down at the Field
Merlie T Mar 2020
A dozen halos surround my eyes
as I gaze upon the way
November sun bathes
concrete and grass
From the south it shines
upon my face
Comforted by the chilled
wind of Autum
Pointed green needles
of Evergreen trees
dance to the bustle
the window blows
I long to bustle with the trees with the wind
I hear chords playing
a kind of tune
with which the human spirit is illuminated from the core,
bathed in sunlight
like concrete and grass
Oh, what a gift to be...
Elle Vee Mar 2020
She sips another cup,
to her it tasted like strawberry,
though bitter.
It was tea.

All she wanted was to dream,
to relax, be in peace.
A wish to float.
It was her reality.

But when she woke,
She felt chaotic,
Thoughts drowning her,
she wants another trip
Derrek Estrella Mar 2020
This dog of a sun
And how it remains
As it stains the hole
Of larklights in blue
Obstinate nuns in the hold
As they fold on forever

What a blessing, Sue
To see vicious sounds
In the halls of commotion
Now we surround
With our teeth, amber glow
As it sows a piece of forever

Fever, fever honey
You know what begets
The regret that you feel
Dance in the garret
Now, I hear in my fear
The hounds of forever

Think of what will never come
And it breaks the hollow sound
Of sweet repetition
Where pain is not mentioned
Hold your lover sweet
And you will fall, complete

See, hear, taste that sibilance eye
I shan't cry, nor state why
For freedom, despite its size
Will fail me in time

Wallace, come here
See the face I faithfully
Made in the image of you
I hope you find
The beauty that you
Have lost to old forever

Goddess, be soft
Know you're not known
By the people that hurt you
Stay in your loft
And let the lamp resound
The drums of forever

Don't fall to greed
By planning for fates
That are best left forgotten
Knowledge will wait
Unlike the sun or the moon
For they deny forever

Think of what will never come
And it breaks the hollow wound
Of sweet repetition
Where pain is not mentioned
Hold your lover sweet
And you will fall, complete

Strenuous, this malarkey eye
Waning clock in tentative sky
Do not take life for granted
Even when not wanted

Strong Héloise
Lay upon me
With your shackled aroma
Let it release
And scatter away
In your piercing gaze of forever

Héloise, come to me, see
That I haven't stopped
My attempts to capture you
On a damp canvas
Of trickling hues
That dare to uproot forever

I'll start with your nose
And give you a pose
That mimics your stature
Rock in your chair
As shadows deface
Your grace, lasting and tethered

Think of what will never come
And it breaks the hollow wound
A sophomore face
With sweet ******'s gaze
These gibbous hours cease
As the day finds peace

Your fur shambles so
Your fingers corrode
As the deluge below
Now blows us into forever
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