#hyperbole
it seems whenever i read
of these monumental
astronomical events
annular or total eclipses
planets in alignment
a radiant of meteors
as grand in magnitude
and meaning
as hyperbole will allow
that i am never able
to truly witness
or fully appreciate
the wonderment
that others have claimed
these spectacles always occur
on the other side of the planet
or at a time of day
that makes the divine insignificant
mundane and barely noticed
despite the significance
assigned in theory
this clamour for
once in a lifetime opportunities
will inevitably be missed
leaving me with
a sense of aimlessness
and distraction
until i read
that experts claim
this occurrence repeats
approximately every
ten or so years
Apr 21, 2023
Apr 21, 2023 at 6:16 PM UTC
Lawrence Hall
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*** It’s the Most Agonizing Awful Pain Ever!!!!!!!!!
(Have you got an aspirin?)
Unless it involves writhing on the floor
(Or another appropriate surface)
Feeding the ducks, explosions behind the eyes
Flailing at the end of a cosmic centrifuge
Shrieking in pain hearing a butterfly
Floating around some twenty miles away
Grasping at bottles of futile agony pills
And begging for a merciful end to life
Unless it’s all of these, and sometimes more -
It’s not a migraine
Sep 29, 2021
Sep 29, 2021 at 7:46 AM UTC
A car full of heavy watermelons drives,
on the melting Road under the blazing sun,
It moves with the earth trembling.
Got out of the car, and went home,
He fell directly on the sofa.
At this moment, time stops.
Clothes stand next to the cabinet,
Wearing heavy shadows.
A teacup sits on the table,
Shaking the reflection on the lid.
The lamp stuck his head on the wall,
Squinting his sleepy eyes.
They all listened in silence
Waiting for A ticking sound
from the master's wrist.
Feb 4, 2020
Feb 4, 2020 at 9:12 PM UTC
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sunflower
solidarities are pleasant enough,
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and they can die on the Hill over there
with the other volumes of
sunflowers,
those
that are puffed up
in their brazen majesty,
that are seeking the envelopment
of warm air,
that are vying for the ****** sun,
as always,
that are holding petals
who creep inside when put upon,
that are sobbing for the other sunflowers
as their radial compatriots,
that are living for all else
that cannot,
that are swaying with intent
that bends them off,
that are dying in beating blades
of grass,
that are toasting to deities
who are concealed in their flames,
that are writing ardently
in their soft refrains,
that are fornicating their pleasures
away from the other
sunflowers,
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that die on the Hill over there
when solidarity is enough for them
to extract pollen by their own strength
and pelt it at the bees
and dissolve on their stems.
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Dec 10, 2019
Dec 10, 2019 at 9:49 PM UTC
When They asked me
Who hurt me
I almost said your name
I almost cursed at the top of my lungs
The day we ever met
I almost broke every plate
In the kitchen
I almost cried another ocean
To drown out your memory
But I didn't...
I simply said myself
Because who lets someone stay
After setting fire to the bedroom
After leaving the ***** laundry
All of all their past lovers
on the bathroom floor
After leaving bloodstains on the carpet
Because who lets someone break them
over and over again
How can I blame him
When I could have walked away
at any time
Apr 3, 2019
Apr 3, 2019 at 8:26 AM UTC
i see the world from within the ninth cloud
heightened view of a broken world masks cracks with perfection
when i take a step back and admire all i am and have done
the beauty bursts with colors not seen by normal eyes
so bright it burns holes through doubt
so jagged it rips disbelief
i stare into the soul of the world i’ve made
the physical incarnation of childhood dreams
teenage goals
and adult realities
my love has jumped straight out of a storybook
and into my arms
intertwined destinies give way to a magical coalescence of perfection
a lil bit of this
and a lil bit of that
grown into the cutest curly-haired kid you’ve ever seen
little feet in a big house
big dreams in a small town
long life full of short love
short eyes always looking up
dreams on the big screen
sleepless nights piling up like the empty coffee cups
exhaustion beyond belief
the credits roll
pride beyond exhaustion beyond belief
one minute and the world is renewed
all hatred is extinguished with the power of perfect love
an impact bigger than ever experienced before
a new generation awakened at my fingertips
i am the change i waited to see
through the years becoming exactly who i always wished to be
i am the light breaking through the darkness
the second after the first midnight
a flower in the concrete
hope rising through despair
my name is synonymous with every good thing
spoken in every household
and will last longer than time itself
but of all the fame and awards i’ve received
and have yet to put on my shelf
my most prized possession is not what
but who
i’m luckier than amarillo slim
same amount but different kind of rich as bill gates
and forever grateful
for all i have
all i am
all i have yet to receive
and all i have yet to be
i see the world from within the ninth cloud
heightened view of a perfect world
a perfect life
a perfect job
a perfect family
and a perfect me
who’s four inches taller than before
Feb 22, 2019
Feb 22, 2019 at 9:33 PM UTC
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Feb 13, 2019
Feb 13, 2019 at 5:32 PM UTC
makulay na damdamin para sa'yo ay di pa rin kumukupas,
ako’y bihag ng pag-ibig mo, gustong-gusto ko ng tumakas
ang pusong nahimbing na sa pagtulog ay wag mo ng gisingin,
sa aking magandang panaginip, ayaw ko ng bangungutin
© LMLB
Dec 1, 2018
Dec 1, 2018 at 10:44 AM UTC
zooming, zipping, speeding by
the air rushing by me as the spokes spin freely, gravity pulling me down
I outstretch my arms, and the wind lifts me high above the restraints of this world until the hill ends
and I clasp back onto those worn handles once more
bracing for the cracks in the walkway
'always be back when the street lights come on'
little creatures, sitting peacefully under an evergreen, only a little way into the old woman's lawn
a teal bike thrown quietly to the side
and crouch and creep slowly into the late afternoon
sheltered by luscious green ceilings above me, and the slight purr of a fur ball in front.
'always be back when the street lights come on'
the sun is setting quickly
but the bats always come out around now
an abandoned school with overgrown grass serves a grand hotel for my nocturnal friends
here they come
a large rain cloud of echo chirps and the flitter of paper thin wings catching air
'always be back when the street lights come on'
the bridge
water rushing quickly by,
it must have somewhere to be
the glowing moon settling above
content
prancing thoughts of dancing on those ripples and tickling the streaming moonbeams cross
and a little heartbeat quivers
trembles
shakes
"always be home when the street lights come on"
Jan 14, 2018
Jan 14, 2018 at 8:35 PM UTC
Some people live in fantasies,
Feed others non-issues and hyperboles,
Like politicians in government,
Phony fear campaigns, not what's meant,
Target disenfranchised, that's the way,
Who writes this drivel in our days?
Why worry about such hyperboles?
We all get ****** into fantasies....
Apr 6, 2017
Apr 6, 2017 at 4:59 AM UTC
At my antique womanly age,
I have reached beyond cynicism stage,
I am quite blasé about hyperbole,
Hearsay evidence about chicks like me,
You're wasting your time, unfortunately,
Old bags like me are basically resilient, you see,
I've had 700 billion lovers, it seems,
Plus or minus 10%, is that how you deem?
Contemplation on such matters makes me giggly!
Yes, quite blasé about hyperbole,
You're wasting your time, quite definitely!!!
Aug 29, 2016
Aug 29, 2016 at 2:59 AM UTC
My tongue is a piece of sandpaper
I’m melting into a puddle
I want to dive into a snowdrift
The hot asphalt burnt my toes to ashes
Oh lord. Open me up, My organs are cooked
I think I’m well done
You can fry an egg on the sidewalk it’s so hot.
As I melt away. The sun keeps shining down on me
Laughing and mocking me as I slowly burn to death under this
500 degree heat.
May 26, 2016
May 26, 2016 at 6:00 PM UTC
They say a semicolon is used by an author
when they could’ve ended a sentence,
but chose not to.
In a way, we’re all authors,
writing our stories out as the days go on and on,
as they fade from as golden as a crown,
to as dark as a melanistic fawn.
You see, I’m the author of my life.
I had the choice to force a period to the end of a few sentences
as my short life moved forward on countless occasions,
to stop the clock from ticking,
the heart from beating,
but no.
Because my story is far from done.
I will forever keep adding semicolons until my pen runs out of ink,
or until I can’t find the courage to keep on writing.
I have more fights to keep fighting,
mountains to keep climbing,
a million lies to tell, and a million sorry’s to
bandage the hurt,
a thousand kisses to receive from strangers
and family and friends alike
until the word “suicide”
is nothing but a fading page in my life story.
And if I ever want to add a period,
such as when I’m when I’m feeling as blue
as the eyes of the boy who shattered my heart into pieces,
I’ll remember the semicolon,
and how my short little story doesn’t need to end just yet,
now does it?
Jan 15, 2015
Jan 15, 2015 at 4:48 PM UTC
Little drops of his favorite coffee stained his body, residing as freckles.
They show their quiet walks, with massive dogs and shattered mugs.
They show the bright stars that dissapear when the fog creeps up.
They show the times smoke perched against his smooth, spotted fingers.
She aligns his spots like costilations in the twilight sky
As the sun stays longer, and those mornings are chirp, those freckles apear like April rain showers
They show their stolen kisses when she pouts her warm lips like a new born baby
They show each time she's fallen in love with him, lost within his eyes
Quiet morning couch, he grins at her and sips at his coffee
She starts to count
Nov 7, 2014
Nov 7, 2014 at 9:50 AM UTC
Before the dust fell
Under the pastry white moon
You were always weird.
Apr 3, 2014
Apr 3, 2014 at 11:43 PM UTC