#bursts - Hello Poetry

the solemn sighs in empty halls these vacant thoughts that line the walls a chilly breeze through a midnight flare waiting for the heavens to bear to bear a heart that's ice cold and blue thawing in the light of the moon and with each beat that pains, that hurts that explodes into starbursts of woad and gold in the vastness of the sky on this lonely this lovely starry, starry night.

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Aug 28, 2020

Aug 28, 2020 at 10:02 AM UTC

lunartales

starry night

the solemn sighs in empty halls these vacant thoughts that line the walls a chilly breeze through a midnight flare waiting for the heavens to bear to bear a heart that's ice cold and blue thawing in the light of the moon and with each beat that pains, that hurts that explodes into starbursts of woad and gold in the vastness of the sky on this lonely this lovely starry, starry night.

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a fiery heart with cool toned shadows the bluest flame to burn eating away at the amber of the flames and the beige and brown of flesh scattering sloppy purple bursts.

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Jun 17, 2020

Jun 17, 2020 at 4:56 AM UTC

lunartales

burst

a fiery heart with cool toned shadows the bluest flame to burn eating away at the amber of the flames and the beige and brown of flesh scattering sloppy purple bursts.

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Time is not a line nor a road, It doesn't pass by in equal integers: It grows, Swells, Accumulates- In small moments, Gets caught in the reefs. larger pools for more prominent moments. Boundless depth in a singularity. To see through the eyes of a dead man, In a moment long past, Forget the small, Happy, Tranquil, Streams. Waves career from the bigger ones, Crashing into my small boat. To be cast from the hull And sink in the singularity, Be consumed, Drown. A moment doesn’t pass, It clings, Accumulates. Swipe at the water, Seeping in, Try and throw it out, Before another wave… The time we spent Continues to consume, It swells, And dwells In the foreground, Always. Time does not pass by, It is here, Screaming, Just as it always has been, Growing. Haunting. I don’t think that I can bare To accumulate anymore of our time. My lungs are full, I have choked on the untameable mass of the lamenting sea.

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Aug 28, 2019

Aug 28, 2019 at 6:42 PM UTC

Markoinfo

Time Swells

Time is not a line nor a road, It doesn't pass by in equal integers: It grows, Swells, Accumulates- In small moments, Gets caught in the reefs. larger pools for more prominent moments. Boundless depth in a singularity. To see through the eyes of a dead man, In a moment long past, Forget the small, Happy, Tranquil, Streams. Waves career from the bigger ones, Crashing into my small boat. To be cast from the hull And sink in the singularity, Be consumed, Drown. A moment doesn’t pass, It clings, Accumulates. Swipe at the water, Seeping in, Try and throw it out, Before another wave… The time we spent Continues to consume, It swells, And dwells In the foreground, Always. Time does not pass by, It is here, Screaming, Just as it always has been, Growing. Haunting. I don’t think that I can bare To accumulate anymore of our time. My lungs are full, I have choked on the untameable mass of the lamenting sea.

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there must be something about the shifting shapes of flames that keeps us riveted visual spectacle combined with purpose burn it up and when it dies the desire to have more of the same feed in another log watch eagerly how it catches on bursts into yellow reddish stars ******** burns bright for a while after later glows darkly and dies unless refreshed a suggestive yet illusionary image for our lives

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Mar 31, 2015

Mar 31, 2015 at 12:22 PM UTC

wwhoelbling

fire

there must be something about the shifting shapes of flames that keeps us riveted visual spectacle combined with purpose burn it up and when it dies the desire to have more of the same feed in another log watch eagerly how it catches on bursts into yellow reddish stars ******** burns bright for a while after later glows darkly and dies unless refreshed a suggestive yet illusionary image for our lives

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The feeling one gets From swallowing food down the wrong pipe That erupts in coughs of desperate breaths That is how my love bursts for you As if short gasps spastic Longing for oxygen Toxic is the lack of the air you reside in Eyelids filling with biological tears Uncontrollable in designation I must stop here and stand for a while To regain my composure A pause; T'was a shock that made me lose all routine reason Normally I am quite skilled at delivering food gastronomically It was the thought of thee looking directly at me Made me choke and lunge for the particles No one can see A fit of admiration I have no constraints Nor restraints Nor act tame To disguise this repertoire, All I can do is stand far And sit in recovery Wondering thusly If these bursts of desire Will take my breath away Once more.

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Jan 1, 2016

Jan 1, 2016 at 2:14 PM UTC

saryachan

Short Bursts

The feeling one gets From swallowing food down the wrong pipe That erupts in coughs of desperate breaths That is how my love bursts for you As if short gasps spastic Longing for oxygen Toxic is the lack of the air you reside in Eyelids filling with biological tears Uncontrollable in designation I must stop here and stand for a while To regain my composure A pause; T'was a shock that made me lose all routine reason Normally I am quite skilled at delivering food gastronomically It was the thought of thee looking directly at me Made me choke and lunge for the particles No one can see A fit of admiration I have no constraints Nor restraints Nor act tame To disguise this repertoire, All I can do is stand far And sit in recovery Wondering thusly If these bursts of desire Will take my breath away Once more.

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