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Fish The Pig Jun 2015
Jade sauna
just over body temperature
to increase metabolism
smooth blood flow
and sweat out toxins
my hair is up
there are no lines on my pale smooth face
I'm happy and peaceful
I look so serene
and so skinny
"'scuse me you speak Russian?"
it's one of the cute foreigners
I've had my eye on
flirtations ensued
and it was nice
to be looked at
with fascination
with cute wonder
getting complimented
through broken english
as he ran his hands through his hair
smiling abashedly
trying to make sense of my words
as I did the same for his--
we were up all night talking
"no halloween in Russia,
but if had, you be Queen"
he knew nothing of me
just this peaceful calm side
that smiled and giggled
and carried a conversation
like a feather on the wind
he saw a girl he could smile at
and say
"you are very beautiful"
"you have lovely smile"
I'll never see him again in my life
but what a wonderful memory to have of someone
nothing but kind words
and laughter
and peace
serenity
a few of the things
I treasure most,
yes,
what a lovely memory
of Annex the smiling Russian boy
who drank tea with me
at the Jeju Spa
until the sun rose
and the lights came back on.
people should leave more memories of each other like this.
I have not an ill thought to think of him.
K Balachandran Dec 2013
The kite gets  high, stays aloft-
quite some time displaying
enviable dexterity, for fun
do spectacular  somersaults as much times
as it could, climbs up in air with a loud swoosh
then look! how the wind gets *****
with her, if she has something
of  a skirt, it goes up, up to an
indecent height, she doesn't have
that balance a player at such
heights should have kept always.
Its absurd, all these acrobatics silly kite
displays before the world at high altitudes
with a unholy interest
to show herself more accomplished
than what she really is, could you
pardon that frivolity, because she
has many more colors than clouds.

He admits abashedly that he too was
once in love with her frivolous attractiveness,
but he never could understand a kite;
in spite of the lightness, that makes
it easier to travel heights, has kite a significance?
After all what is a kite? her merit?
a strange arrangement that defies
common sense, all it can do is aimless flying.

Isn't it a charge serious enough?
even a dry leaf, or a falling feather
can do these acrobatics for a while.
What is the meaning of a kite,
kindly someone notify , if it has any,
meaningless flying is not for anything
of substance, what kind of play
is it,   if it is perceived as one, by any one
why the folly of someone take us
for a ride all these years, without
a second thought, he wonders
who might have promoted it,  had some
ulterior motive, some point to prove;
wind, mightiest of forces is made to look weak
in everyday life .
He would suspect, in the bargain many
generations too spent their time
in this vein pursuit without any thought.
Any kite display a greed to go up and
stay there, till the time it is possible to float
don't want to be back, when wind is on her side
unless force is applied, what does it signify?

Kite has a hunger to touch wonder with its fingers
he knows, and he can't but appreciate it
and when the occasion arises she fly up to the cloud,
play with him as if he is her secret lover, that hurts
could such a liaisons are to be  be tolerated
she knows how a cloud tastes at different times
Yes, sky certainly intoxicates her,
she want to move closer, doesn't it spell danger?
Sean Yessayan Apr 2012
Hello Dear Friend,
         It’s been a while since I’ve wrote you.
Woes of lost friendship must have driven me here,
in fear of other lanes that is, to this letter.
Laughter and joy has been had, them in lieu of you.
Ewes can ape wolves, as you’ve seen in three years prior,
the choir sang the same triad, this time quiet.
Quite sad— I know, but I’ve spoken enough on me,
for thee I am writing, and to thee I now write:

You must have been busy bringing joy to the world;
or joy to a world, of one I’ve met never.
Another basis, wherefore, I stop this stasis
of silence. We’ll needn’t recall to remember,
for like the migrants of nature, nothing has changed—
only the season, or maybe just the weather—
regardless, the moral stands as thus: History
has shown those of the same feather flock together;
so, as such, we do not lose time in relearning
quirks or behaviors—innate powers take over

Then, again, the inane behavior shall ensue.
Fluid synchronization of minds—now union—
is source to the river highly known for knowledge.
Dialogue sows the seeds, such that comprehension
of grand ideas, which sprout like fruit at the Lethe,
can be harvested to feed the minds of others.
Thoughts that they found too puerile, we now encounter
regularly, and never have we thought to laugh
at any one. Instead we laugh coyly, as we
discuss things of great measure absentmindedly.
The weight of measure felt by us knows few others—
wherefore, I ask: what deserves merit? But One knows,
and those answers lie in the minds of the many.

But here I must stop, for I, quite abashedly,
feel your response to this notion has bearing on
the rest of my premeditated first letter.
With Godspeed I send this, in hopes—with haste, you’ll read
and respond. At last a new dialogue begins.

Remember: those who look— will find,
       *Your Dearest Friend
amanda zil Aug 2015
My life
It’s just so hard,
Y’know?
Of course you don’t.
Nobody can understand me.

I’m so beautiful,
If only you’d notice my eyes,
A kaleidoscope of brightest blue
Or darkest brown.
They change with my mood.
(And my contacts.)

You should see
How the light
Streams through windows
And dances on the hollow of my cheek,
Or the bridge of my cute button nose.
Look this way, *******.
It’s hard to stay
Ethereal.

My hair falls into a sheet as I
Gaze down to my toes,
Abashedly,
Blushing.
It’s your cue to pull it back,
Maybe pick me up in a
Kiss.
You should really review the script.

I’m just so broken inside.
My heart is alone, even when I’m with people.
I do drugs, so I’m
Cool and
Mysterious.
But I’m not, like, a Stoner.
It’s different.

I love you so much
But I’ve been hurt before,
I’ve gotta keep my distance.
But let’s face it,
if you asked me out,
I’d be all over you in an instant.
Dev May 2018
Talk ***** to me
Describe the colour of your eyes in vivd detail
The way your hair flows in the breeze
Everything, anything about you

Talk ***** to me
Passionately whisper in my ears
about how the marvel movies really are
just terrible, with that low husky voice.

Talk ***** to me,
fervidly plan your future
a chef, paint a picture of you in
a uniform, eyes dark and mysterious.

Talk ***** to me,
tell me something nobody knows
a secret, your embarrassment
abashedly hiding behind your long curly hair.

You're so adorable and cute,
and yet so hot and **** at times
I really am falling for you, the more I know you.
More than I should be in any case.
does ***** talk have to legitimately be ***** talk.

I'd rather this any day
Batchelor Apr 2020
C'est la vie./Through the glass

We abashedly curled at lips

Swooned at hips

Harkening back to a period of time that no longer existed

(Where is my mind?)

She was-
Is still beautiful
Neither there, just here now.

Her voice echoing ever and ever :

"Hello."
Love.

Autumn Love, Spring Romance Of 2017.

September 2017.
Batchelor Apr 2020
Her spindly fingers bothered me.

There I was, glaring from across the tables, teeth chittering with naked desire.


Her smile, coated with red, as the red line opened, closed with pearly white.


Picking them up like a graceful crane, and consigning them to a shadow realm I hungered abashedly for, from a corner.

Piping hot, the meat slid across her lips, proposing a grimace of both pleasure and annoyance.

Little by little, the whittled crisps went down too, with the yellow of the sun.


I really need some ******* chips now.
Heh.

December 2017.
The mist moves slowly across the water
soon it will hit the shoreline I call my daughter
she runs from the house, spellbound
we watch it roll in making not a sound

It's an eerie silence somewhat suffocating
even the ripples lapping have diminished
I ask my daughter, can you hear that
what the **** is it, coming to shore

The smell is overbearing
Larna I think we should go back to the house
whatever that is in the water
I don't think it's good for our health

I grab her hand and run with her
jesus this time I have no guns
what luck
I am usally packed to the nines

I bolt the door and ask my daughter to get the knives out
whatever it is it's ****** coming this way
we can hear it gasping laboriously
then hear it pounding at the door

I ask my daughter have we bleach
as we have a gas cylinder here
maybe if we blow the crap out of it
we will have nothing to fear


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Something This Way Comes Part Two,

As the thumping gets louder
I say to my daughter have you a lighter
she says no I gave up when you did
and all I can think is oh ****!

The wooden door does start to splinter
I don't think we should hide behind the sofa
as I shake my daughter soo transfixed
let's get to higher ground quick sticks

Suddenly the door burst open
and there in the doorway is a most grotesque creature
with many tentacles abashedly flaying about
I scream hey don't hit the lampshade, I just bought that

But I think this monstrous creature has food on its mind
hell has no fury with our ***** on the line
It comes closer so its eyes you see
and in a polite voice asks can I have a cup of tea


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

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