#urbanpoet
It was deep.
Much more than meaningful.
More like a cornerstone romance,
from a library in the cosmos.
Like a deep sea scroll,
One unobtainable,
And nothing about it tameable.
It was like solstice, but not summer,
Like solstice, but not winter.
Like a fifth season,
One of its own,
Flaunting all the colours.
It was something enchanting,
Like snow falling on palm trees.
Something mesmerising,
Magnetic,
Hypnotic,
And blissful.
It was unclaimed,
Unowned,
Like land on Jupiter.
It was shocking,
But not horrible.
More like waves of adrenalin,
The ones that save your life.
But this pearl was less about my life,
And more about my death.
This was less about him
And more about me.
For all the magic I foresaw,
Was the magic that is me.
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I am the supernova romance
Etched on an emerald tablet,
Clutched by Aphrodite.
A story you’d find carved in a dream,
Retold upon rising with bewilder and a gleam.
I was the dance to The Drifters,
Upon 11pm sandy shores,
The kiss under the bridge,
In that electric storm,
The naked swim in the caves,
That night the moon turned rose red,
The whisper louder than the roaring crowd,
That made you smile and nod your head.
I'm the twist of violet,
In an orange fuchsia sunset,
A besotted perfume linger,
Once inhaled you can’t forget.
I was the fire in that winter desert,
Where we talked about the truth,
The zest in your drink,
When we sat squished in that tiny booth.
And I was the 20 white candles lit,
In that studio,
On the French blue coast,
The warm wink in the room when
You stand to give a toast.
Now I’ll be the film you wish you saw on the silver screen,
And the private island you only wish you could have been.
So before I died I was reborn.
From that shell without the veil,
From that pearl without the mourn.
Projection death on a canvas blank.
For the romance I have only myself to thank.
BY NICOLE BONOMI
May 21, 2019
May 21, 2019 at 8:47 AM UTC
20 year's ago,
On this day,
Pain brought happiness,
To my mom,
Fate chose me to share a lifetime with you,
It's been a long two decade's,
But very short,
When i really think about it,
It's been a journey,
I would say,
Every moment,
Every friend,
Means a own world to me,
Every experience,
Taking part,
In shaping what i've become,
It's never late,
Happy birthday to me.
Oct 1, 2018
Oct 1, 2018 at 7:50 AM UTC
Yellow crimson flowers floating in the breeze
Translucent figures, colors cascading
Like a jellyfish, contracting its form
Green light escapes the air
It's peppermint smell fills the leaves
Multicolored reflections of warm whispers
Suns rays evading the coarse earth
Releasing negativity, unraveling peace
Rhythmic harmonies and introspection
Love and happiness beat from the rhythm
It's center exudes soft petals of laugher and sweet memories
Kissing the pain and salty tears
Red jeans, vintage tee
Distant figures in the park , bodies close childlike and free
Red lips, crushed sassafras , pink sprinkles
Vibrant pigment , covering the crevices
The smell of old memories washed in satin and mosaic trinkets
Mar 22, 2018
Mar 22, 2018 at 9:08 PM UTC
I don't want to hear a promise, unless it involves your happiness.
I just want you to promise me you'll be fine.
When you stand still, the world keeps moving.
So promise me you'll make the best out of your time.
I don't need to hear a promise, unless it involves your laugh.
Just promise me you'll build dreams, be free and make them last.
Apr 7, 2015
Apr 7, 2015 at 3:20 PM UTC