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D I A Mar 2015
When I see her,
My heart skips a beat...
Then stops...
After that I don't feel anything at all.
Alessander Feb 2015
You are my home, I whisper
As I lay my head on her lap

She slides her fingers
Through my wavy mind

Hair of wind and obsidian
She sighs chasms

As I fall away from her body
She falls away from my words

And somewhere in that moment
We meet for the first time

Then-and-there, our true selves
Embrace in the eternal plane

Of all we were
Or ever could be

You are my home, I refrain
You are my home, you are my home…

As sleep descends like velvet curtains
I sail off like a paper boat

Across your sea
Whatever comes to mind. Critique, comment, reaction...
B Young Feb 2015
The artist evokes his tormented psyche

Through gestural abstraction
a systematic colorfield emerges
The blurring of dreamworld and reality

All pretensions dissolve
But…
Critics still criticize
Snobs still scoff
   the creative will still drink and drug themselves the death.

whichever way the wind blows
that’s where my dreams escape me

They transform to Queens of Hearts and Princesses of utter

Royal

Baroque

Beauty
Bygone
Be Gone
my heart must resist

I will not be controlled by the guild
Caravaggio kept painting until he got killed
Went insane like most artists
Couldn’t stop before he got his fill
Caravaggio poem poetry
words old
Andrew Wenson Nov 2014
Yea I am gone again!
Get the lime or the lye
my way into tomorrow
by reaching through yesterday
slang terms for money/scrip/script

It's all scripted
so cut loose, baby!
go
Travis Hornsby Sep 2014
Laying there stagnant
My fingers percuss
Your ivory spine
Striking tendon strings
With fleshy hammers
Filling your thorax
With the vibrations
Of a thousand wasps
Stinging at your heart
As you stung at mine
Injecting resin
Injecting reason
To stay forever
And I ignite you
You, the Brazen Bull,
Cremating your heart
Still beating “I love you”
In boiling Morse code
But howling His name
In perfumed clouds of
Carbon Monoxide
Insensitively
Travis Hornsby Sep 2014
I am your platter
Of sterling silver
Serving up a pig
Of visible bones
Naked and dying
Suffocating on
A poisoned apple
A poisoned gag-ball
Regurgitating
Salivary screams
And my heart is set
In loveless resin
Resonating love
But never beating
Again until you
Peel away my chest
Peel away my heart
And **** out the love
Through your proboscis
Until I am just
Gag-ball, resin, bone
Travis Hornsby Sep 2014
I scream through my teeth
With ink spilling out
From all those times I
Licked you while you slept
Tasting your nightmares
Tasting your wet dreams
Tasting the tiger
Sprawled across your back
That always claws me
When I embrace you
My tongue is blackened
By decomposing
Biblical verses
On fleshy pages
On a spineless book
And my tongue is raw
Raw and bleeding ink
From licking away
At your stigmata
At your malignant skin
At your one tattoo
Of His name, not mine
Travis Hornsby Sep 2014
With this safety pin
Through my swollen tongue
I scream I love you
In blood splattered words
Landing at your feet
Clutching your ankles
Begging for your love
Begging for your skin
Coagulating
Then there’s me: squirming
In spasmodic fits
Empty embraces
Embracing nothing
Licking your footsteps
As you walk away
As you run away
Leaving streaks of red
Red passionate
“I love you to death”s
In pieces of tongue
Tongue and safety pin
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