"dandilions" poems
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**i'm here
invisible hand
retching in your pocket
reaching in your face
teaching all
or nothing
blue bottles buzz
round my head in circles
making me dizzy
I pick a posie of dandilions
gone to seed
I foray about
looking for the shiniest
diamonds in aluminum cans
the brass ring
must certainly be
tarnished gold
the forge bellows that is my chest
heaves in another cough
cooling my tounge
the empty wind that echos ashes
spent embers collect
in the cracks
of the
abyss
my bones which were disjointed
oh so slowly reassemble
instantly
but someone
at the factory didn't
read the
destructions
my legs are arms
my hands
feet
i lie under a cold
sky
in july
oh don't cry
when i die
no whitened seplechur my inheritance
my epitaph nonsense
a palm tree o'r my
grave**
soulsurvivor
(C) 6/13/2015
Jun 14, 2015
Jun 14, 2015 at 12:38 AM UTC
You sleep earthquake some nights
like a puppy
Whimper and swim
You dream like the grand canyon did when it was just a shallow river bed
You never expect to get so big
to create so much space
So I know holding you won't make you still
Your head in my hands like a sunrise
strands of gold
drizzling between my fingers
Your body
like a lonely bear living in a city
you miss home
eat only yellow things
Dandilions
and honey
bumble bees
and chips of paint from fire hydrants
Inside you belly it is always
daytime
always spring
So much light
you don't sleep well most nights
And I wish I could place my hands
inside the space between your shoulder blades
and take it out of you
hold it swirling in my hands
I will put it into a jar of water
and in then in the fridge
so that it might learn stillness in the cold
I will come back to bed to you
a beer bottle still in my hand
I will pull the blankets from you
and let the dark settle
Inside this new space
And maybe this night
You can sleep peacefully
Sep 16, 2013
Sep 16, 2013 at 1:37 PM UTC
She is a Flower.
Not as pretty or as loved
As the fairytale Rose.
Nor as ugly or avoided
As the invasive Dandilion.
Yet, she is not as average
As the Daisy or the Tulip.
She is brilliantly subtle.
Unlike the Rose, who's achievements
And beauty have been boasted for ages.
Nor the Dandilions, who have nothing
But false promises to offer.
Yet, still unlike the Daisies and Tulips,
Who offer only fake love and false beauty.
She is a solitary friend.
Whereas the obnoxious Rose chooses only
Those who fit the likes of itself.
And the Dandilion only attracts those
Who are not annoyed by its attitude.
Even still, there are those affected by the Daisy's lies,
And the Tulips, who do little behind masks.
She surrounds herself with the Dandilions,
To make up for her ability to be a Rose,
But inability to care.
The Tulips and Daisies learn to outshine
The presence that has always glowed within.
She grows in shadows,
Struggling for light,
And nobody notices the jewel of the flower that she is.
Because the Roses, and the Dandilions, and the Tulips
Grow like weeds around her
So she loses sight of what she could be.
She is a Flower.
A dying species.
Love her, nuture her, and help her to grow.
There are only a few that will ever know
What she looks like
When she blooms.
Be one.
Dec 6, 2011
Dec 6, 2011 at 5:30 PM UTC
Dandilions swept by the summer breeze
And sore past the crashing shore
Stretching to yonder horizon peaks
Far from whispering hymns
Beyond the isle of mundane tales
Oh how i wish my heart was as light
To then be carried by flirting gusts
Escorting me with arbitrary candor
Further from these infertile soils
Maybe, with luck, to the smoldering sea of dark
Where shimmering eyes of light are housed
Mar 3, 2016
Mar 3, 2016 at 9:28 AM UTC
Your smile is like a bright summer's day.
So warm that it will melt any snow.
Your beauty is much like a flower.
Sprung by the sun mid May.
Your hair is like a fine rabbits fur.
Just as soft as a clock of pap pus.
Spreading seeds of beauty through the wind.
With the drowsy clouds, white, lined with silver.
There is a sharp sparkle in your eye.
As bright as the North Star in the sky.
Striking the match of my emotions.
Which will carry me across oceans.
Like a hot air balloon fueled by flame.
My feelings are fueled by just your name.
Though this poem isn't fueled by love.
It is your beauty that I speak of.
Looking up into the stars.
Walking by the passing cars.
Like on a clear, cloudless night.
**** you are a gorgeous sight.
Nov 15, 2013
Nov 15, 2013 at 11:44 AM UTC
I reach out for you but you're gone
Vapor of loneliness hides the mask inside
I can't even dream of a better time
It's such a dark era in my life
I hurt so badly and just want to die
But the pain helps with the insanity
That goes through this mind
I hear only a faint whisper of you
And the rest of the sound disappears
I can't help but wonder where you are
Do you wonder where I drifted off to?
I see the dandilions waving in the wind
The smell of fresh cut grass tickles my nose
I fear all has passed away in the twilight of reason
And there is not a soul to touch this broken season
Cast out of the streets of happiness to a ghostly kind
Taken stock of what craziness one will find
And the threshold is an open book of words devine
But all is lost from the moment this thought perks up
And takes form into the very essence of dark light
Apr 27, 2016
Apr 27, 2016 at 6:37 PM UTC
where have
all the
dandilions gone
where have
all the
dandilions blown
but they
shall not
return
back home
where have
they gone
Aug 20, 2014
Aug 20, 2014 at 5:11 PM UTC