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laura Mar 2018
i want to wrap my legs around you
be your necklace of white
jewels and sheets that smell of perfume

you know i don’t do the pronouns
i’m full of myself when i want to be
full of you in the light of moondark night

contrasting, my ego is the ring around
your finger that does not belong to me
so whispers you, “wait until August, love

when she leaves again.”
The orb of night is pulchritudinous tonight,
And not a breath of life in this house seems to notice.
My eyes on you, Your eyes on me,
Viciously music trapped between the bed and windows;
Innocents tiptoeing along the hall,
And us.
While walking towards your car,
I suppose inferring that:
The orb is pulchritudinous tonight,
But what I decry is meant for self-revelation or not at all.
You look at me and smile.
I will always admire the way you glow is so generous to,
Those unaware of the way she fills my eyes.
A delicate modesty.
You open my door,
And I am thankful;
But can’t help wishing to be with someone who notices that,
The Orb is Pulchritudinous tonight.
Data Jan 2018
I’m watching a live Youtube feed
of people leaving tributes to David Bowie
at a mural in Brixton; I’m listening to his song
Lets Dance and I’m fixated in a kind of trance
wondering if I still have the vinyl original…

I’m thinking, ‘How close the world seems just now!
How it feels like I can reach out and touch it all…’

( Grief is palpable. Soft skin comes briefly to daylight )

I remember how Bowie dated that local Chinese girl
a lifetime ago when there was just empty space between us,
before the digital connected and the succubus started ******* data…
                                                           ­       
endlessly, never satiated:

Was that pride I felt for her? Yet, I feigned scandal for my mother’s benefit,
Ain’t that just like us all back then?
In those days,
a circumspect politic was the see-thru veil I strung between extravagant androgynies
and the presentation of a public but inauthentic self;

God in a white suit, The Thin White Duke sings Low, hypnotising,
Lazarus rising, singing like a saintly bluebird:
In heaven, I’ll be whatever you like, Mother, out here… where starlight does not reach,
I’ll be whatever I want to be… out here… I’ll be free.

Already, Bowie’s last frame
is ten million miles away —a man falling from Earth,

[If feels like] Something’s missing, but it doesn’t stop the world spinning
—And on screen, a passing siren screams.

It’s morning here and evening there, I watch
my grey day materialising from the dark; steady rain tap-tapping
against the aluminium window frame like a lone djembe
celebrating rhythms, heart beats, faces in a crowd;
colourful flowers bound in clear plastic… windows in other-worlds,
faces against the glass, disconsolate voyeurs praying for resurrection.

I’ve been up all night watching, connected, mesmerised, mediated events streaming in:
Just now, no rain falling on Ol’ London Town but cold breath steaming and strangers with a reason
to talk to the other…
                                  
                       ­            That bearded guy in the black wooly cap looks cute,
Weirdly, the camera zooms in for a closer view,
but it wasn’t me who pushed the button;
I always wonder, ‘Who has their hands on the controls?’
Or maybe, it’s just that we think the same things simultaneously:
No matter, as the song ends and I hear the chatter
of the small crowd rise against my silence,
I recall that the zeitgeist is ever full of changing hosts
and the black night’s gorged with its ever rising ghosts…

( Somewhere, someone’s playing Heroes on an harmonica; the Subway sign behind the crowd’s beckoning
                 —Breakfast!
                                     As the feed cuts
                                                                ­to a screen of vertical coloured bars,
a mid-tone hum sets in as a dissonant thrum
and everything disconnects [again] )


___________________­___________________

By Data © Jan, 2016
On watching a digital stream of a vigil in Brixton following the death of David Bowie from the other side of the world
Wangui Jul 2018
What happens when you fall apart? When you truly cannot see eye to eye again? When you cannot explain how you ended up screaming at each other? When saying am sorry cannot work anymore? What happens?
You know they say love is something to fight for. That you should not give up if you truly believe in each other. They also say that if you love something you have to let it go and if it belongs to you it will come back. So which is which? Which saying do i follow? How helpess must i be for love to work for me again?
Sometimes i can't even take time to breath. It feels like sin. Both of us seem to hurt. One more than the other. Love is like that someone feels it more than the other. There was a time we were inseperable. Like sea to salt now we are like sea to sky. I want to say we are both at fault. That is what she said.
I was afraid of loosing people once. Loosing them to the world. I was afraid of that. Not anymore. People leave anyway whether you want them to stay or not. Fact is no one really stays.
Someone told me once that you should strive to understand more than to be understood. I feel that now.
There so many things i would like to say her. Things i feel she did to me that are not fair but what person would i be if i did?
There is no victory in foolish blame neither is there saving with a heart that is filled with anger and hatred. You must do it with love. I will try.

Love is forgiveness and compassion. I am glad someone told me this.


Yours,
The Red_Head
i wrote this for my once best friend.
Michael Briefs Aug 2018
S       I found myself on a sheer rock face of desperate desire.
H      Holding on to her presence, in the danger of my devotion.
E       But I lost my grip. I missed a step
and my heart skipped a beat.
E       Then she was gone...
R      And I was loose! Plunging, caught by a force of nature.
R      White noise filled my ears and dread filled my heart.
O      In the grip of a primal panic, a terrible cry shattered the sky.
C      Her face faded away and I was left reaching for a line --
K      Trying to avoid the rocks below.
F       I tried to find some way back up the mountain.
A      I clutched for the breath in my lungs,
C      The breath that was there before I fell;
E       That moment skipped over,
F       When I lost my grip and you were gone.
A      I carry the pain inside, searching for release.
L       But life goes on and on, day by day.
L       Outside, I am quiet, I hold a steady gaze.
L       But inside, the scars grind like metal on metal,
O      Between a rock and a hard place,
V      Until the edge within becomes razor cold.
E       Like a steely blade inside a silken sheath,
H      The knife buried beneath, poised to draw blood,
O      When the balance is tipped, the pressure too much.
P       Will I crash on jagged agony below or will I let go the dagger,
E       To reclaim the climb? To reach again and find her face, aloft...
Yup, this was the big one. The all-time heart break of my life, circa 1986. Just obliterated, shattered, vaporized me. I am still trying to find my way back up.
It's raining, it's pouring
My young heart is soaring
I saw a girl and fell in love
Couldn't find her in the morning
Shofi Ahmed May 2017
It streams down eye to eye
from the unseen but the all seeing.

Far from the Mars far from the Neptune
skipping all the planets hanging in space
only on the cheek of earth, a drop of tear fell.

Every angel in the heavens' shore
has heard of this lore.
It’s timeless long mesmerising beautiful.
Far from the blue yonder sky
hunky dory is delighting to the eyes
the stunner is made to measure.

A tear in the corner of the eye
as if it's diagonally weighed down
with the 360-degree open looking sky.
As close as within a fingertip comes the Moon
still, a sea is ahead forever untouchable!
Piyush Gahlot Jul 2018
That pure innocent smile,
Your childish face and that side profile,
Your silky hair and that perfect hairstyle,
Would never forget you.
**** I miss you!

The touch of your smooth skin,
That beautiful little chin,
Your blushy cheeks and that grin,
Still I adore you.
**** I miss you!

Those big dope eyes,
That ****** nose ,
Those size 7 feet and pinky toes.
Your medications and Ayurvedic dose.
Wish again to feel you.
**** I miss you!

Baby I still remember,
that freezy December,
The day we fell off the scooter,
Your ****** buggy computer.
Our first date and the perfect kiss,
That raining night we spent in balcony
When you burnt the toast and macrony,
That birthday card you made me,
Helping in projects and assignments,
You taking care when I got sick,
I recall all those perfect memories of you,
still there's a place for you,
**** I miss you!

I wish you would have waited,
I would have come back,
But I can't blame you,
It was me who needed the space,
The fault is my OWN!
So I am the one left ALONE! :'(
I miss every cell of your body,
every second spent with you,
every moment in your arms,
Every bite I had with you.
I ******* miss the whole of YOU.
Shine Chiong Dec 2018
I fell inlove with the words,
not the writer
I fell inlove with the message,
not the sender
I fell inlove with the voice,
not the singer
I fell inlove with the choreography,
not the dancer
I fell inlove with the art,
not an artist
Yet I fell inlove with the solver,
but not the solution
You were the solver
And you solved me

- peanutbuttqn
Ennaleea Etula May 2018
I wanted to show you
my favorite movie
I was really looking forward to it.

We were supposed to see it together

All of my favorite parts, the ones that would make my heart beat faster...

The music
The colour
The beauty
Once more

All those feelings I wanted to share, but you were so tired and

so bare.

You couldn't hold on
Before I knew it

You were already gone
I had to watch my story alone.
This is about my mother passing away. For L, I will always love you.
MEReidow Mar 2018
The first time I fell in love with a woman:

it was on a Saturday afternoon
a sunny day with blissful winds
I saw her walking down the street
talking to a friend,  tending to a child
and carrying a water bucket on her head

she looked so fragile at that moment
but yet so strong ,
she moved like she had the weight of the whole world on her shoulders but still maintained her balance,  
a goddess in every kind and form

she left me In awe not just by her beauty
but her strength, her pose and confidence
the way she moved put models to shame
her voice as serene as the oceans breeze
she had something in her that just made my deadly  frown turn into a perfect smile

she made me happy,  I fell deeply

As she moved closer, I could see the sweat dripping from her gracefully curved face
I noticed how each drop fell off her with  a harmonious  movement, she was a queen with a crown not made of the jewels of this world but those which are rare and not known to superficials

She looked deeply hurt and tormented by either her past,present or the future that is still so scared
She hides her scars with everything she got
her smile on her face to keep away the reflection of  pain in her eyes
she was so badass but so soft inside

She walked past me with her head held high
she cared about no judgment but for one's peace of mind
She looked at me and we shared a smile
she spoke the silent language of admiration and pure love
and at that fateful moment I deeply fell in love with a woman

©mereidow
It poured a heavenly rain today
The roads washed anew
Little streams danced and slid down the alleys to the music rains play

The Gulmohar petals in orange red hues
Lay strewn on the pavement grey
Perched atop the green leaves
Glorious they looked in the warm sun rays

A walk in the evening mellowed rains
The tiny raindrops fell gently upon my face And raincoat peach
Luminous  under the street lamps
Silvery Rain-beams dance
21st June - Rains
Kamblamian Aug 2018
I'm not as self but as something new.

Golfer man and she knew you

But I never knew that she was who

The one who invented the love of you

And now that aside here I am

Squish sardine pressed into a can

The man who wrote the man I knew

Well I gave him away in spite of food

And now the longing for the words I wish

The words that I so dearly Miss
Confessional poetry
Danneli Jan 13
I had my artwork stolen
And your memory erased
My words were ripped from out of my grasp
My screaming heart replaced
My eyes still sting, dull but controlled
Their expression but skin deep
My knees were weak, and so I fell
But this time, no one caught me.
I've lost the poems I don't have here. They were taken from me. These will be too, when they're found. That's why I act. I can be whoever they want to see. I will be.
Ashari Ty Jul 2018
If it wasn't for a beating
I wouldn't have fallen
And felt how soft grass could be

I wouldn't have seen
How opportunities are
As wide as the sky

I wouldn't have noticed
How sunlight can still
Seek around the tree leaves

I wouldn't have thought
How stars are way greater
Than what's in most's visions

I wouldn't have realized
How many one can
Learn from defeat
Defeat is just a process. You might as well embrace its existence. ;>
zebra Jul 2018
it was a dark dance
of an immovable body
as she was taken by the throat,
death, causing stupendous distortions
and entrancements of lunar landscapes
she reeled pirouettes between smothering
and seeing through a miraculous inner eye
deepening her sense of nothingness
as if pickled in a jar,  suspended in
formaldehyde
held buoyant
where there is no reason for anything
moveless in a veiled corridor
inhabiting innerness, a raven fog
her ******* wet with the scent of fear and ***
she fell through the earth
into the infernal arms of
Hades

his tremulous kisses
a thousand glittering eyes
she could see through
Daisy Marrow Jun 2014
You lay in a field of flowers counting each bird that passes overhead.
You've erased concern and decided to live for the moment because you always would say, "we might be dead by tomorrow."
Flowers grew from your heart and bloomed across your lungs,
creating a garden that sang the most beautiful hymns,
while my garden was withering.
Each breath you took was never wasted,
but I couldn't help but count mine like they were birds passing overhead.
Every night you would view the stars and moon with pure amazement as if it was your first time seeing them.
You gave all your love to me and each kiss was coined in my pocket.
You fell in love with me every night and I fell for all your hymns.
Soon enough the world would pass us by but I wouldn't blink because I could live off your touch for the rest of my time.
You showed me there is more in life than just one color,
but instead, the world is a whole painting with colors that can't be described.
You showed me just how beautiful the world was.
You taught me how to grow beauty from my eyes but lately, I've been dreaming and falling for stars.
Imagining what it'd be like slow dancing with the planets, getting lost in constellations.
But I'm just not ready to go yet however I do not control time.
You showed me that dying can be beautiful.
That we'll be okay because when we leave we all become one with the earth and one with nature.
So love, love me until time runs out,
until I become one with nature.

And many years later as time starts to fly by and you slowly start to watch your clock tick down, you'll know where to find me, my love.
I'll be up with stars.
Somewhere lost in the cosmos.
I'll be spinning with the planets dreaming about what it would feel like to be able to walk on flowers again.
2014
the night is far too young to turn bright with daylight
We sat all night in your off white truck
laughing  and smiling so our teeth matched the moon
and everyone could hear our music
smoke filled the truck and the windows were blasted with clouds
my sight became compromised
but I could still see happiness in those brown eyes
we shared secrets and kisses
inmate moments
and "I love you" was on the tip of my tongue
but I swallowed silences
and exhaled giggles
We were infinite that night.
Wayward Nov 2018
She watched as the predator made his move,
Red flags of caution flashed in her head.
She knew his feelings wouldn’t be true,
Yet she couldn’t stop thinking about him as she lay in bed.

She had seen far too worse in the name of love,
But something about her predator seemed to captivate her.
She promised to be careful, that was her vow,
But every time she saw him she knew they’d end up together.

A glance turned into a chat and a chat turned into a touch.
With every passing day he stopped being a predator.
She told herself she'd be stubborn and not budge,
But she was breaking and his affection was her sedative.

It wasn't long before their hearts bridged the gap,
It wasn’t long before their lips met for a kiss.
It wasn’t long before she fell into the trap,
It wasn’t long before she couldn’t resist.

She was finally being accepted for who she really was,
And could bid her insecurities farewell.
She allowed herself to move on from the scars,
And cherished being the girl who fell.

                                                          ­    -Wayward❤
This is a chick flick in the form of a poetry. So I tried my best to portray an alternate rhyming scheme. Hope you guys enjoy it!
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