Greyson poems on Hello Poetry

anne collins Mar 2013

Greyson

**** sonnets
she screamed, half awake,, raspy broken chords
**** mistletoe
He responded, barely breathing, words are a chore

**** surrender
She moaned, lonely against the canvas of silver and gold
**** alarm clocks
He smirked, craving the fabric and minutes to unfold

**** ghosts
She whispered to the abrupt emptiness of 4 in the morning
**** stairwells
He mumbled to the steps that tripped without warning

**** forever
she breathed, breathless against the waves of waterfalls
**** sidewalks
He admitted as he wandered aimlessly appalled

**** flowers
she scowled at the precipice of tomorrow
**** candles
He gritted at the concept of unrequited sorrow

**** Thursday
she exclaimed at the notion of fresh beer blossom gardens
**** July
He exhaled against the women who dressed without pardon

**** Twitter
she tweeted three nights deprived of sleep
**** Xanax
he stumbled five Klonopin deep

**** stars
she wished with a mouth of cigarettes and strangers
**** memories
he insisted accompanied by potions and danger

*******
She would have laughed against the midnight canvas
**** me
He would have crafted versus the twilight lanterns

Xavier Paolo Josh Mandreza May 2013

SONNET TRIBUTE: GREYSON CHANCE

Street-Lights and Sun-Bells do Compose your Score
As so do most of your Vinyls acclaim
Such Youth on Keyboards strike as never before
And Breach those Standard Pop Endorsements feign
By Breach I meant Well; Then by Barrows add
Pungent High Scores slide your Growing Debate
Yet knowing your Heart with Values point-stag
Ebony chucks which Ivory once spate
Ah! ***** my Words. For all Sentiments ply
And Tune these Thoughts for Thanks appreciate
Play on, French Steward! Play till your Notes Fly
Then cast my Doubts and Lies depreciate.
Once the Yellow Dragon comes, can you Prepare
To Brace those Flames and Stubborn Merchants dare?

#greysonchance

Xavier Paolo Josh Mandreza May 2013

SONNET TRIBUTE SUNDRY: GREYSON CHANCE - A PROMISING CAREER

Your Hopeful Youth invest these Notes upon
Near to their Hearts do their Flung Fingers sing
Admit their Love's Honest Pocket to this Song
Of Meanings sprang Verse of Heaven's found Ring
Also must we Plomb your Black-Customed Ox
Whose Milk-Bleached Teeth by Black Hooks clandestine
Your Three-Pronged Partner; A Trademark ad hoc
Marks this New Page of New Music define
Though Common will my Marked Verses become
At least offer this Bow-Headed Advise
To Honour your Craft; As Honour well Consume
Dance these Darling Sweet-Hearts to your Consise.
After all, Intent by this Fame your Chance
And Effort less-viced cause Markings enhance.

#greysonchance

Xavier Paolo Josh Mandreza Jun 2013

SONNET TRIBUTE SUNDRY: GREYSON CHANCE - WELL-WISHES

A nip on your eye, then ******* nick
Says a lot on how your Blessings should pass
Your Bang on the Ox; His White Teeth re-miss
Says a lot how your Neighbours listen at last
This such Budding Talent beyond Sweets expect
Must Carry-On still yet keep Handles clean
For if Ages hence would Decay this Respect
Will cast another Corpse to this Somber Mean
Never must such Happen on your Notes occur
Regardless on how Pop-Start Trends relate
Expression be blown; Of Holy Pens stir
Then strike Better Notes for a Better State.
This I Revere; And follow Friend's accept
To Magnify your Heart; Then spice such Precept.

#greysonchance

Eric Nov 2013

Writing while watching the UFC

Greyson fell asleep on my shoulder
I think a lot of street drugs
Are used
By people who are unwittingly
Pursuing the neurochemical response
Gained by a father with his relaxed 4 month

Jesse Osborne Nov 2015

To My Lovers (after talking about Memory in Proustian philosophy)

Dear Ian
The First always tastes like honeyed-sunlight on cheek and windowpane:
first kiss, first cigarette, first rooftop.
I never wanted to come down.

Dear Greyson
Beautiful and empty.
Our hands didn't fit right.

Dear Anton
Thank you for kissing prayers into the crosses on my forearms.
It wasn't enough.
I'm sorry I kept you on your knees.

Dear Eli
*******.

Dear Wyatt
We were high and you were there.
Your mouth tasted like sour milk
and I was lonely in the morning.

Dear Ian
Snorting coke off my naked body was all you needed.
I think I caught you too late.

Dear Cody
Thanks for the ****.
I'm sorry I made you leave--
I couldn't stop looking at the orchid petals falling on my windowsill.

Dear Howard
I never realized my power
until the day I let you finger me in the seasonal section of a CVS.

Dear Sky
Loving you was like loving river currents.
I lost myself in the way you looked at me like
you were looking past me.
I'm still learning how to let go of dead things.

Dear Jessica
I was high on painkillers for the 6 months you tried
to bring me back down.
But if you had a condo on a cloud
I'd have stayed at your place.

Dear Robert
I just needed a prom date.
Don't read into it.

Dear Sarah
You and spring rains are synonymous.

Dear Vanessa
Venus.
Someday I'll come back.
We'll paint piazzas into dusk.

Dear Maya
Your lips were swollen honeysuckle and I was all hummingbird.
I wish you could've held me after.

Dear Alyson
We never met in person,
but the way you glittered behind my phone screen
fogged up the glass with light-hot possibility.
Our timing wasn't right.

Dear Amélie
"On n'aime que ce qu'on ne possède pas tout entier."

Dear Izzy
I would've sewn stars down your backbone.
That night at the End of the World, we held eternity in our fingertips.
or maybe it was just the *****.

Dear Brendan
Drunken lapse in judgement.
I'm not "experimenting", I'm actually gay.

Dear Sara
I wish I was looking for something casual.
The Washington Sq. Park fountain will always be holy.
Bless my forehead whenever.

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Dear Jesse*
It's time to fall in love with your palms.
They fit together perfectly.
Plant chrysanthemums in your abdomen
and let yourself bloom again.
Like it's the first time.
Like you owe it to yourself.

— The End —