"impurest" poems
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And this palpating heart beats so
quickly for the thirst oh
the thirst for life in its purest and impurest forms
to run quickly through in glittering veins oh
let it find the music to drown in the vibrating rhythms of the earth,
and let it experience
the surge of a beautiful madness in heart
a first past midnight kiss upon a moving train
or shared ringing laughters of a cluster upon a mountain top
with its twinkle of a foreign city lights as if pausing to say
yes, this night, this city is yours, and so is the world-
no matter
it wants to drink it all
in hurried golden gulps for it ignites the colored sparks
illumination in the fire-aired sky
for celebration of us;
of the gift of youth and age because our seconds are only receding and
it is only here and now
so when you take one sip you cannot help
but savor and
embrace it whole again and again and
take all of it
in its whole glorious madness
P.K.
Nov 2, 2014
Nov 2, 2014 at 1:23 AM UTC
Puddles of rain formed your eyes
from the deepest crack in the sidewalk,
the impurest shade of blue I have ever seen.
Your arms crawling with veins
and I fed the rivers to your beating heart,
even though I knew it ran for someone else.
Your laugh like midnight thunder
crumbling away all the walls I built so high,
in hopes they wouldn't collapse under your touch.
Smiles that shine like lightning
shocking the inner core of me I try to hide,
I wonder if you can see the way I swallow my breath.
Feb 18, 2015
Feb 18, 2015 at 5:54 PM UTC
Mama said I was a miracle from the Lord above,
Conceived from a soft embrace, gentleness, and love.
Tied between two intact heartstrings,
I was their perfect little epitome of everything.
There I was, held together at the wishing well,
Brought down from heaven, but born in hell
Unto the stranger things in life that we look back on with strife
Painting a pretty portrait of treachery, capturing the misery
And surrounded by the impurest mysteries,
This is I, Mommy’s miracle and Daddy’s distaste,
A spiral down the wrong path and pathetic human waste,
My life left in a shattered mess
Since this “miracle” was labeled a child of darkness.
Feb 2, 2017
Feb 2, 2017 at 8:22 AM UTC