#enormous
Inflatable bride march,
Plastic enormous,
Stoical hens,
Mystery "pleasures".
Aug 2, 2017
Aug 2, 2017 at 10:36 AM UTC
I will never remove you from my brain's synapses altogether,
Particles, dust-speckles, piceous ashes of you, broken half of
Where the crowning splinter lies.
Heffalump-bray, Big-bird whistle, and feverish laughter
Sink from your tiny lips.
It's worse than preschool television programming.
Maybe you consider yourself a god.
Mouth-rush, crooked sickle-spine, of the cranes' dead oath,
Or like some hindered devil at the reeds on your tongue.
Seven years I have worked with the crutch, and worried
Like arc-lightning, thickly-paned, frail as a frostbow,
Palely lit uvula at the glowing alter.
I am none closer now. To amend the acres where my feet wallow blindly.
The shivering, baroque, tumuli where my splinters clear my steel-hide.
An orchestral bow of crimson blight,
I had dredged supinely through the pithy Latin vowels.
Like the month of a flower, hitched to the acanthine wings of a moth.
The moon clung to your shivers and sickness.
No longer can I keep my hair to frosty old anarchies.
Nights, heaped on the bowels of a smoky weir.
The blank stones that struck my hands of warning.
Beside the clogged, rancorous doom I had reflected
Feb 2, 2017
Feb 2, 2017 at 2:58 PM UTC
I UNDERSTAND THE HEARTACHE
A PERSON FEELS INSIDE~
TO LOVE & LOSE A WONDROUS MAN
IN PAST THEY COULD CONFIDE.
THE LOSS OF A SPECIAL SOMEONE
MAKES HURT THAT YOU MUST ENDURE~
IT RUINS HOPE, CAUSES PAIN & HEARTS
STRUGGLE TO COME ASHORE.
HOLD STRONG THE GREATEST LOVE
OF THE ONE YOU ONCE HELD NEAR~
BUT BEWARE THE MEMORIES OF HEARTACHE
THAT WILL ALSO PERSEVERE.
IN THIS ENORMOUS WORLD
FOR US TO LOVE & LEARN~~
SADLY I STILL WONDER,
WHY IT'S SO DIFFICULT
FOR SOMEONE'S
LOVE-----
MY
HEART
TO
EARN?
Sep 7, 2015
Sep 7, 2015 at 2:00 AM UTC