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acacia Jul 24
Tears rolled and rolling from clouds, and after having the volume so loud, my head pounded, my head collided with the dreams and infallibility of your infidelity.
I've felt so sickening, and so rosey; I've never felt so.
I've never wanted the Music to touch me more than now,
in this seat in your car (I wish it'd carry me off)—turn the radio on, please. I'm slithering to your car radio for the wrong reasons; the thump of the bass—there's so much venereal vibration, kinetic energy, carnal desire;
(I wish to cry) at how lovely the Music might taste, at how good the quivering of the Music might feel;
if you let yourself into the melody's indulgences, the melody's quenchings. . .

Take a right at perfidy, and a left at sensitivity, keep straight
and you'll hear how Harmony really feels:
just something disclosed between you and I; something that grapples me like never before. (Maybe this is just better left unsaid.)

Strings of pearls flow from your tender pink passageways, bouncing and pitter-pattering like rain off of my* brown ceilings, off of the roof of your car, walls, and *(my) skin.
Pearls I'd wear every day around my neck, in my ears, and on my finger.
My line, "Take a right at perfidy, and a left at sensitivity, keep straight and you'll hear how Harmony really feels:" was inspired by Beyonce's line in Kitty Kat, "Make a left to compassion, keep straight and you'll see the sign right there."

Bogusified means this poem has been watered down from my very own honesty. If I were not to put any obvious signs of what this poem relates to, that is to bogusify. To make muddy, to take away the truth for the reader, for the safety of others.
Corey Jan 1
Your heart, glass
Your soul, mist
Your eyes I can see through

I listen close
to hear your voice;
only but a whisper

You linger in
the morning light
in love with the pale blues

Your mind, water
Your body, plastic
Your love a solid figure
Grace Dec 2018
She’s a sort of moon person
Pale eyes and paper skin
Translucent
Hair swirling in wisps like clouds
This lunar oddity
She whispers as she writes
She is not kind
A bit cold
A bit distant
But then, so is the moon I suppose
Jurtin Albine Nov 2018
What is it that you see deep within me?
What fluttering thoughts land with meeting eyes?
What varies between what's been and could be?
When we live so thinly on worldly ties

As you gaze out your spirits window pane
Intimacy takes place in history
Do all these feelings know when to remain?
What is left aft the death of mystery?

A shadow cries beads of blackened lost flecks
Translucent puddles form into nothing
A storm looks within itself and reflects
On how the sun rose it to its brewing

And when I see you, you become my sight
There's no il only courage, will, and might
Alec Dec 2017
There is a wall between us
One i cannot break
One i can’t get through
And find a way to say hey

No matter how hard i try
Our relationship, i cannot save
I wish i could reach out
Break through this clear cage.

But i can only smush my face against the glass
In hopes you will see
But you are not looking at me
Can you even see the glass?
Do you realize i am trapped?
Do you see that i cant reach through
I can’t touch or talk to you.

I’m not so sure what to do
You look content
On your side of this wall
Laughing and dancing
Talking and walking

And i -
I stay here
On my side of this wall
It looms all around
I feel like I’m  bound
‘Tis a solemn event
As i attempt to find a way through,
I can only conclude
It’s too strong to dent.

This is more of a vent
But i want it to rhyme
I just want to get over the wall! I’m hell-bent!
I want to get past this pane
It’s glass that just won’t ******* break
Without you how can i possibly stay sane?!
How do i fix this?
How do i reach you?
I’ll find a way out
I need to.

Do you even seen this glass?
How long can this loneliness last?
Do you see how I’m stuck?
How can you reach me?
If you can’t even see me?
I can not reach you.
Though try i might
But you look happy
Perhaps I’ll just give up this fight.

So i stay behind this glass
Maybe if you are happy my sadness will be over in a flash.
But alas i am forced to wait
So I stare through this pain

No matter what I want you to be happy,
Even though i wish i could feel the same.
Vexren4000 Jan 2017
You are like glass,
I can peer right through you.
You are jagged, cracked,
and shattered.

©BAS
jane taylor May 2016
translucence is rare
withdraw your opaque armor
swim in fearless love

©2016janetaylor
a senryu poem
Alan S Bailey Nov 2015
In my dreams the spirits float far and fast ahead,
Delivering all the souls of the deceased in trips,
Carried to the one abyss their bones still hide the red,
Keep the truth when they are dead, so they are torn as sticks.
These bones carry the truth till they meet one with life,
Reach the fields and the dead part all their fear
With a silence that is deft they use a hatchet or a knife,
So that none can tell that death's dark spirit is quite near.
In the meadow none can see that foot prints have been made,
They walk until dawn is come, so they all must roam.
Misty and translucent, above the earth of wet brown clay,
They shall keep walking until they've found deaths home.
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Translucent bubbles

Bounce on river's green surface. . .

  Rainbow drowns in curls.

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Imagined by
Impeccable Space
Poetic beauty
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