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DivineDao Jun 2016
Kamera-! Action!


- I'll never give you another word!
- This is terrible!


Parlor of sweet Puer Aeternus
Washes his
mouth

Slender figurative speach
Sulking in
a corner

Rumination upon celestial arcs Intersecting
Intermittent
Emitting
PI

Audacious pi and its consequencies ~ do
Conquer
Our

Foible mnemonic techniques                         &

                       Mems ?

- Onomatopoeia!  Khhraaw Khhraaw Raven is long dead!

- Waterraneous!  Whoossh      Whoossh       Whoossh Whoossh        Whoossh       Whoossh  The canoe levitates
     ~    https://youtu.be/fi-S9lrnLZ8~
Cling

   Cling

           Ping
                  Rock
         Ping

            Plump

Darkling dead man plays on a magic alternative guitar.
Stellary Canoe is his home.
Steellary Canoe - swiftly stolen!

- Parenthesis!
- Who are you?
- A parent of a thesis!
- And you? Show me how much you love me!

- Aeol Gods! Tell this woman I'm crazy about her!

Lofty ideas were born
Of the Mount Olympus
Clouded lingerie seams
Were made of dreams
In their own admission

Too exuberant
To exuberant
Anarchy!
Cheers!
Ideals

- Aeol Gods! Tell this woman I'm crazy about her!

Mount
Waikiki Hawai Loveable Artistry Sumptuous Menagerie Canary

Waterraneous Islands Are We
A strangely peculiar
Worlds

Menagerie

Artistry

Loveably
Alive and kicking
                      Records

Drop dead gorgeous
                                 Archives

Alabama whiskey songs
Roses in an old vineyards
Loving lush Detroit lovers

Global nets, dancing on wires
Pyramids in patterns
Bluberries in revival

Jarmush in New york

Leonard with Bacall & Space Ship Remote Controls
Based on the association play of words.<3
Written with my beloved, still young <333
Deb Jones Dec 2018
A little Asian man
Stood at the counter

He rung up my purchase as my then lover put a male scarf on the countertop

My lover said
Hey babe, Mind buying this for me?

I said sure. Just as the Asian man raised his eyes to meet mine.

His face was expressionless
But his dark inscrutable eyes, which normally I would find difficult to read without an expression to pair....

But I read his eyes as if he were writing words in the air.

Why are you buying that for him?
I thought “It’s only twenty five dollars”

Why does price matter? He asked
“I have the money.
It’s not an issue.”

When was the last time he bought something for you?
“Well, today he bought me orange juice.”

But didn’t you give him the money for it?
“Yes, but...”

But what?

I looked at my lover and instead of telling him the truth I told him I didn’t have the money for it.

Immediately moving my eyes to meet the Asian mans.

I think my lover was embarrassed because I said this in front of the man.

Instead of agreeing he argued. Does it take 2 to argue? Not in this instance.

I paid for my purchase and knowing my lover had money in his wallet I asked him if he still wanted the scarf.

He knew I also had money in my wallet.
So as he understood the question
To mean I was now prepared to buy the scarf for him

He enthusiastically replied yes.

The Asian man’s eyes never left my face.

I told, the man I knew was never going to warm my bed again, that no, I really didn’t want to spend the money.

His face turned red. I could hear the redness in his voice.
“What a ****** thing to do”

The Asian man’s eyes finally left my face and looked at the man I was with.

And he finally spoke.
“May you live in interesting times”

I was slightly disappointed that he had not wished such a blessing to me.

It was only after thinking about it for awhile that day that I realized he actually cursed him.

For me I realized uninteresting meant happiness and peace
Jesse stillwater Sep 2018
"where it stops nobody knows"

Just a few words connect
threads of thought
in a passing moment

A fray dangles
by a strand of fiber
— a conspicuous      
   temptation—
an interesting
thread to pull:

    If it begins to unravel,..
it just might not stop
until the tapestry
is a tangled ***
of unspooled thread


Jesse Stillwater ... September 2018
be careful when you pull a loose thread
or
poke a sleeping bear :)

Thank you for reading :)
hope Aug 2018
no more than days
never weeks apart
never will get together
no possible compatibility
but you're interesting
vastly different to me
you intrigue my mind
and late at night
I speak to you
maybe it's not even you
i'm speaking to the idea i'm preserving
my mind is drawn to your presence
but my heart isn't
Zachary G Jan 16
Your eyes loving
Your lips blushing
Your smile interesting
Your laugh whistling
You’re easy to begin approaching
Your hair glows
When you’re near it is really showing
I like that you’re not a “oh NO!”
Your attitude really makes me smile and say woah!
Most definitely a good person! (This is not a love letter if it was It would be weird.)
When the thirst for knowledge sees no boundaries, the love for learning seeks no peripheries
The humble mind becomes your pen and on the pages of life you write every now and then .

Dwell not in past glory make your life a interesting story!
A story you are proud about entitled to happiness without doubt.
Spread the wings of joy go out there and enjoy .

Trust in the masterminds Oracle , for you are nothing short of a miracle !

©Mrunalini.D.Nimbalkar
Oracle #simple# rhyme# peripheries
Simple rhymed poem while waiting to pick my son  from school  ,a quick thought jotted into a poem.
16.02.2019
Isn't it interesting...

How the trees reach up
And the stars fall down

...as if heaven and earth were meant to intersect?
july hearne Jul 2018
pennies on the screen
diamonds in the ground

deep under and down ticking down

pennies on the screen
down ticking down
deep under
they found diamonds in the ground

light going out
where baby stars surround
the dim star devoured the young planet
death star's got to eat

a refill of fear
then off the rails again
second hand smoke
would be a great improvement
Shame Shame Shame
JayceeJellies Jun 2015
As I sing along to the strums that I play,
I smile and pause to write down another way,
To say how I'm feeling. Like any other day.
And during this time in the middle of the night,
You come to my mind, I write about you all the time.
I'm sorry I can't help it, There's really nothing to it.
The words just slip right out,
You're the one thing on my mind right now.
Matterhorn Feb 22
Across the room,
Through the undulating mass;
Somehow, we discover,
Inexplicably,
Each other's eyes.
She holds my gaze for but a moment,
Then quickly looks away,
Timidly brushing aside a curly strand of hair,
Staring anywhere else.

In the corridor,
Swiftly walking, pushing and shoving;
Our eyes meet once again,
And again,
Her pupils dart immediately to the left or right,
Studying the wall,
Suddenly in love with the smeared fingerprints and tacky posters.
I silently hope to be perceived once again
As she disappears.

Often, it seems
This process repeats.
Who is she?
What is her name?
How is it that, without fail,
We find each other
In one world or another,
One intrigued, the other embarrassed?
For the sake of the miracle, I refuse to know.
© Ethan M. Pfahning 2019
Girard Tournesol Nov 2018
These are interesting times
Blessing cursing each moment
Smelling like the '80s
Rhyming with the '60s
Cringing like the '40s
Gasping at '17

It's The War of The Worlds II
Man versus man versus nature and self
A free-for-all melee, just name it
Where bacteria and viruses
     and gas and atoms
Will be our doom in the end
But not before we've wreaked havoc

on all that we love.
and so it was. .  .
decemberwoods Aug 2015
is this what not good enough looks like?
it's what I've felt my whole life.
not pretty enough to keep someone captivated,
not interesting enough for a friend,
not thin enough to even like my body...
you could be everything someone asked for and still not be what they want.
when everyone in my life so far has only walked away..it's what I expect now.
but strangers surprise me still,
just once I would like to look in the mirror and see what they see when they look at me.
how is it so easy for someone that doesn't know me to see what everyone else has missed?
maybe that's the problem, they don't know me.
if they did I'm sure they would change their mind like everyone else.
maybe one day...
maybe one day...
Imagine if light was
Slower;
Like:
The speed(-+) of
Fog rolling along a dewy grass hill.
If you turned on a flashl
L
Light
And the light
jiggled out with a
plop like
(COndensed) chicken soup from a can? Or if
Light was like a Bright yellow cloud of poison gasthat wasnt poison( and smelled like butterscotch
Imagine turning on the hose
And spraying thick jets of
Heavy light wouldyou drink light?
i dont knownif i would id probably get around to it one day
Fawning over the fissile festivities,
with which I fake my facile form.
Fatal futility floods my far-flung faith in myself.

Feeding the fires of my forgery,
Frantic forethought,
Fictionalizing the facts before my faithless eyes.

Forclosing upon the fractional freedoms that I've so long fought for.
Fearing the unforgiving firestorm that follows,
Once I've finally exhausted faith in my future.

Fielding my final fight,
Standing fast in the face of futility.
Fit to fly into the fray.
Dominique May 26
You complained when the drinks ran out;
Alcohol's synonymous with fun, you said.
I rolled my eyes, presented the concept
Of conversation- you wouldn't give in
And, in exasperation,
I split the bottle on the bone in my leg, shard to shin,
Muttered snidly as I bled,
"Hope you like red".

(Better to be, than keep feeling dead)
and that's all on the topic of people who need to drink to be interesting x
G. government
O. organization
O. ogle

You...

..yes you are so interesting or threatening to the government that they feel compelled to watch you all day, every day, constantly and a tech company is aiding them in violating a core principle of freedom; the right to privacy.

A tech company is complicit in a tyranny against freedom and individuality while selling you knowledge?

I hope Trump finds the courage to start hanging traitors because Google will be the greatest weapon against freedom ever created by man.




    There is not such a thing as democracy.
    There is no such a thing as freedom.
    There is no thing called capitalism.
    America is a myth.

Kat Aug 2018
What if there's a door that's always sitting there.
The surface is bare.
And it carries a mysterious air.
No matter what people do to the door that just sits there.
The next morning the door is always repaired.

Something so curious like the door.
Everyone finds it a bore.
After all it's just a boring old door.
After seeing the damage disappear you would think people would write lore.
But the door isn't interesting, the door is a bore.

The door's been places.
The door has guarded libraries full of bookcases.
The door has seen everything from schools to fireplaces.

Whenever the place, the door has been goes away,
the door is always there insistent to stay.
But eventually the door gets found and gets transported away.

The door doesn't change.
The door is always a door but no one thinks it's strange.
But the door moves from place to place.
No one knows where or which door frame the door will choose as a base.
I showed my English teacher and he liked it
DivineDao Aug 2016
"You haven't change a bit."


"Interesting!"


*
"I like you even more now."
I look at that girl
And hate her on sight
I see everything wrong, like looking through glass.

Her body?
C'mon. Don't eat like a pig,
And blame it on genetics.

Her hair?
Does she care about anything?
Seriously, put some effort in.

Her clothes?
Maybe if you actually got a job
You'd be able to afford something nice.

Your smile?
Totally fake.
Nice mask, but it's not working, sweetie.

Your voice?
Ugh shut up.
Or say something interesting for once.

And that fake nice demeanor?
Don't you see you're transparent?
They all know you're selfish.

Your friends say they love you,
That you're sweet, and you're fun.
And you actually believed that?

So the question is simple...
How can you look at yourself
And believe all of those lies?

Don't you know
That demons and mirrors
Go hand in hand?
Carter Ginter Oct 2018
Love is an interesting feeling
And even though I've said it
Countless times to many
It feels different with them

When things are challenging
The intensity is palpable
Racing hearts
Trailing tears
Averting eyes
Yet still we hold on
Emotionally and physically
Wrapped into each other
Until the storm passes and
It transforms from
Seemingly impenetrable clouds
Pouring rain upon us
To a faint and fading mist
Haloed by the sun
And we realize that
Together
We are strong and
Individually
We are stronger still

Whether staring into their eyes
As we wrestle
Or catching the others' tears
Through painful conversations and
Anxiety-provoking confrontations
Every moment with them
Shows me why I'm here
Why nothing else worked out
Through all of the bad days and
Complicated miscommunications
I see them more clearly
I feel their soul more acutely
And I fall in love with them
Over and over again
Amy Irby Jun 2015
Mighty arms give a tender cuddle from behind
Eternal heater
Sensation of chest and stomach against spine
"tell me a secret"
soft lips on foreheads and noses
narwhals nudge
"I've got a secret ..."
"What's that?"
"You make life, interesting ..."
" … Good or bad?"
"Good ... you show me things I've never done before."

My name is Barnacle, calcified to you
Your name is Boa constrictor, squeezing till the last breathe
Inadequate sum of memories, so
drifting nowhere any time soon
thank you all for reading and for adding me to the "A Notch Above the Daily Fluff" Collection. Thank you friends
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