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Lipi Apr 2015
when arrived, feels like home
like a bubble, like a dome
peaceful people all around
enjoying this crazy sound

so much colors, crazy figures
all this smells pulling my triggers
intense, incense, aromatic
be tense? no sense, just be static

entering, meeting the fellows
or should I just say some jellos
wiggling with the rhythmic music
for us this is therapeutic

waves of sound hitting my face
punching hard with deepest bass
I believe that things will turn
I choose not to be concernded

this 'so crazy, this 'so good
here we find the greatest brood
jewls of every generation
some eletric, others pacient

colored waters, not for thirst
only if you need a burts
shining patterns underneath
make it hard for me to breath

then the sun comes up for us
contributes for the new buzz
now you see who's there with you
and who didn't make it through

sunglasses get pulled out
soon the sun will loudly shout
soul, mind and body fused
into one nice breakfeast juice

that's when people start to leave
not what I like to archieve
"I will stay", I always say
until the end of the day

molly, goa, lucy, prog
buds and buddys, love and fog
I'm so glad this moments caught me
this is just my type of party
K Balachandran Jan 2012
electric night,
an unreal moon-
shining like
pouring white wine,
making the air intoxicating;

in the canoe the girl and i
rowing along the calm backwaters.
water birds with snake like necks
mating noisly in water beds
make us curious,

we stopped the canoe,
near a moon lit creeper thatched grove.
the girl was wide eyed
and wild,

caught me by my waist
and said:
'you should have done this first'
( i was a silly idot,
moon struck, with only poetry in my bonnet)

we fell in to that rosy pit,
without an end,
and i got grounded, delighted
hearing her wild ecstatic outburst.
Quentin Briscoe Apr 2012
And yet my page goes blank...Full of A lil bit of nothing and a whole lot of space...Which has turned in to a lot...of white..or blue, red, beige, or black
What ever color the paper is...Emptiness...The beginning stages of depressions...the first wave of creative supression...but then eletric sparks..light waves of electrons flowing from my left lobe to my right hand....From my ego to my id...Reaction...satisfaction...Then ink, lead, chalk, what ever I can grab hold of...blood...I would stain this space with blood...for these words will forever be a piece of me...Forever be the life of me....The death in me...And Words fill up my void..the artisic fasination of a blank page...That has been splattered with musical notes of my rhythm...composer...after composure...chaos...after breath...and then masterpice...Wala the ****** to the story...The finale' to the show...The perfect piece of expression upon the page...And as it is turned...My page goes blank Once again...
Marquelle H Mar 2015
The pleasure's that i feel they say you never say never is real eletric eels in the water we should probably not go deep,I like to stare at you and look at you while you sleep,I could write a poem for you leave it for you in you're room,Under the moon romance


By jaden christopor syre smith
betterdays Aug 2017
three bags,
two large
one small

two boxes,
of assorted
miscellany

photos of
one and all

two calendars
two clocks
one for the bedside
one for the wall

quilt and favoured pillow
one petite eletric recliner

assorted toiletries,
mostly pretty soaps

decorative pillows
nine in all...

this is what we moved
from place to place
gathering up the fraying
edges of a life unravelling
moving her one rung
closer to the divide

melancholy  thoughts
meloncholy thoughts

these are the small pieces
of a life lived large and hard

tears gathered in linen
as new friends  are lost
uncertain the path before
sadness at the cause

brave hearted she  is
at yet more loss....
brave hearted she is
at what lies before
we had cause... to move my mother, due to illness from her low assistance care facility to an high care pallitive centre...as she settled into the new room..she said ...only one more move now...
Bob Dec 2018
Why would I be concerned with water when I could careless if I die of thirst
Would be like giving a man with a feeding tube hot soup
More senseless then a blind hunter in a deer stand holding a stick waiting to shoot
Your the type that would point to the fence then smack a infield fly
I stay with black circles under my eyes
Always in the dark
I stay in the dark cause I refuse to pay the eletric electricity
I see things clearly
No need for light to be shined
No need for a clock to hang on the wall
Time is irrelevant
Every minute is wasted with pure hate and fakeness
You know the difference between a sinner and a saint
One is a better liar
Hear that kids
The key to life is be a good liar
If nobody wants to hear what you say then your a liar anyway
So the better you are the further up the ladder you will climb
And if their is a heaven and hell, don't worry
It can't be to bad
I heard you can dance with the devil
And to me that's better them praising someone who planted sin then ran when it sprouted
You ask why so much is spent to send man in the sky and so little on deeper dives
It's our eyes
They always show the truth
Mine show me your a slave to your selfish ways
I need a me too moment
Or do I need to wait till I make millions
I'm as broke as the public school system
So I know they could **** me infront of city hall and not one person will care at all
Toothpick barely over a buck
Trying to gain weight
Help boost my plasma pay
I need it
Little Debbie keeps raising her price
Got me hooked pushing her **** for twenty five cents
Now I'm buying 305s to have enough left for one **** oatmeal pie
Sugar at three hundred and sixty nine
Sold my insulin for some gummies
High with the munchies sitting in the dark with just six cigarette butts left
On second thought let me get a sip of that smart water
Wet my lips so I can finish this ****
Quick to call a woman a *****
A gay man a ***
Lesibean a ****
Or atleast the ones who look in the mirror and hate what they see do
No smart man accepts a label
Kiss who you want
Make love to the world
You ask what am I
I'll look you in the eye like I'm the one wanting a reply
It's time to end the show
Pack my things and go
This ain't till next time
This is goodbye
As in goodbye we will never see each other again
Now watch me walk away and slowly disappear into thin air right as you blink your eyes
Feel free to leave any feedback
Ayesha Oct 1
Idk
Ik ik I get it
It's 6 am, I have not slept and I am
SO HAPPY
or was before I stopped.
I think. It was, it was... I am an eletric tower
My fingers are copper
It was like a surge of joy, electric, buzzing
I could not stop i could... I had to dance
But i typed instead to people so many
People who were
Also typing and then i was in there
In the wires, i was dancing, my wrist
Had started to hurt but the people
Kept coming my way to talk
In my ears, they were, in my eyes
In my eyes eyes my fingers were
Mine but what a possession it was!
What absent pilgrimage, i
Analysed myself. I was... it was a dream
I say. I am awake. I forgot to sleep.
I say, it's okay. You are body
At the end of the day. I am. I am
But i say it everyday so much i say it
So much. Body, body. I am

I must sleep. It is dawn. There is
Finally silence in my mind
There is Finally room
For air
01/10/2024

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