"ionize" poems
What's your mirror think?
Does it watch you disappear?
Does it watch you blink?
Safe beverages
8 decades to puppeteer
Love your blemishes
Dating makes us sad
Auto-ionize our fear
Acting ironclad
Romance; the great farce
We just wanna climb up here
To indulge the hearts
Earth grips my poor eyes
Her key to the stratosphere
Locked up compromise
Dying for mudpools
Mountaineers might make things clear
Hope ya like blood-stools.
Send me a cartoon
Send a silver chandelier
Send me poems soon
Dec 12, 2017
Dec 12, 2017 at 4:30 AM UTC
I cannot stand Biology
It's the worst of all the "ologies."
There's so many terms to memorize
That my brain is about to Ionize!
I envy all of the cell's abilities,
(Oh how life has so many ironies!)
If I held the power of Phagocytosis,
(Even the word is so sadly atrocious!)
Then all those terms I'd consume,
And never again I'd assume
Anything to do with Biology!
Aug 28, 2018
Aug 28, 2018 at 5:34 PM UTC
Oh why do you complain so ignorantly
Oh why do you agonize so self adoringly
Oh why do you hide behind your
my -s - cries -ties -chimes
-spies -guise -why-s -hives
theorize and disguise
with big vain eyes and lip bites
why don’t you instead
analyze
recognize
tranquilize
and surrender just
to neutralize
so that
you can
minimize
and fly
to skies
and glorify
wise
fireflies
exquisite
butterflies
and get their blessings
to ionize
don’t you know yet
all elevated beings
use their wings
to alter
dimension just
while I
crystallize
and womanize
for you
so that
as we energize
our vaporized
do carbonize
seeds
that will stabilize
unionize and re-rhapsodize
the universe
with our
glorious lullabies
Nov 16, 2015
Nov 16, 2015 at 5:28 PM UTC
His neck, my hand, pure skin under pale fingers
Words flowing like colors of the sunset
Darker and deeper with every thought.
The blue in my eyes grew monotone as the tears
Drained their color. The emptiness aged
But the affection lived, intensity cultivated a colony.
Pale fingers weaved into the curls he put behind him,
Forgetting the tangled past that defined
The being I am. But his fingers brush my face
And realign my spine. The words ionize into letters
in the sound of his moan I feel in my chest.
And my vision blurs and the intensity goes sharp.
The pins rain from the sky in my head and I think, for once,
What if i stayed?
Mar 24, 2016
Mar 24, 2016 at 11:11 PM UTC