"liquefies" poems
She glistens in shades of rose wine
Warmth melting inhibitions
Flesh begging to be devoured
A hint of its sweetness
beckons as it lingers on still air
Molten steel
Heat rises
A gentle touch
Electricity liquefies
There, in the light
transformed by a glance
that holds a promise of passion
Aquiescence in liquid candy
She is consumed
He is ravenous
yearning to be sated
Yet, feeding the very hunger
that drives him
straight through her soul
Oct 6, 2016
Oct 6, 2016 at 4:38 PM UTC
It is nothing,
a mordant of the soul,
an elixir, a panacea, a placebo
for my lesions, there in the thistle, grows
our drastic garden of red posies and hyacinths,
such little things, on the verge,
lilting as the decorum begins to bobble
and slump sideways, and murmur,
on Mondays I can swallow the octave
of your absence, tendrils and all,
red quince limbs parting from the deluge
and in its wake, the wreckage
of black pumpkins and purple corn, hanging
pendulum at our door,
the Autumn lights summon a lavish song to harvest,
thirty seven colours in the brocade you gift me,
tangled and heavy the years upon my bones
begin to spur and flower
into cunning disruptions,
and stratify upon my body like rinds of ricepaper,
vellum for another wish
in the complacent burial of mango flesh,
listen,
as my song liquefies,
drowns you, inundates
each alveoli, and our love
in the swallowing gush, perched,
begins to shudder,
devoured by its symmetry,
stem cells all akimbo
in the shallow pitch of days
bound in a nostrum of wine and liquorice
it is nothing, really,
a mordant for the soul, a tulle filament
twitching in a raincoat of lightning....
Oct 21, 2012
Oct 21, 2012 at 4:35 PM UTC
When the walls started closing in
and my brain turned to syrup
I slid down into a stupor
My mother makes me strawberry/mango Italian soda
the sluggishness liquefies
my brain becomes active
the bubbles floating my thoughts to the top.
When my vision is narrowed
and the fire is lit within
burning the inside's out
pass me some of that pop
and its the little things that matter
Observant servant to the soul
Not even owning your own body
glitch glitch glitch
all over my face
can't say a word without a fight
stuck in my head, can't get out
Maybe if I keep talking the words
will sometimes maybe came come from my mouth
My thoughts suffocating me
My head aches
Please please no more
I want to step out
looking outside the bagel shop
calmed my mind
Dec 14, 2014
Dec 14, 2014 at 3:28 AM UTC
Twelve Kings
Twelve Queens
Twelve Lords of the Sea
Twelve Ladies of the Earth
Forty-eight hands linked
Each palm dry and smooth
Resembling the leafs of a
Spring maple
Slender strong arms
Elbows slightly bent
Linked hands
Forming a sphere
Of perfect measures
Forty-eight violet eyes
Unblinking
Twinkle like stars just born
Every pair staring within
The sphere’s center
Slowly
Unraveling the prophesy
Of the dancing pebbles
Twelve sunless days
Twelve moonless nights
The ancient guardians
Read the puzzle of the future
Their violet eyes
Unblinking
As the hour of the
Nightingale’s song
Breaks the silence
The pebbles of prophesy
Freeze their dance in mid-air
And between the watching eyes
Of the guardians
And the nightingale’s song
The pebbles shatter
In unison
Into fragments of
Broken glass
Each face bordering the sphere
Turns an ashen white
Each expression soon
One of hollowness
Forty-eight
Pale hands
Tremble
Forty-eight
Violet eyes
Overflow with tears
Each shattered glass
Liquefies into a
Deathly freezing ice
Extending outwards
To the helpless world
Surrounding
Each guardian
Raises his and her
Face up to the moonless night sky
Their tears freezing
On their cheeks
As the liquid ice
Sweeps of their toes
Rushes up to engulf
The rest of their bodies
Screams that opened holes to other worlds
Shrieks that shattered every stone and breathing lung
Manifest in terrible echoes
Reaching every corner of the
Atmosphere
In the empty space
Where once planet Earth revolved
Around the sun
Now countless numbers of
Ice shards
Dance…
Unseen and unknown eyes
Watch the
Dancing ice shards
Lost in the blackness
With deep sadness
Earth
A planet with so much…
Fire
Water
Soil
Stone
Air
Nature
Everything….
Man lost the connection
It once had with nature
Blinded by
Manipulation and greed
War and hate
Control and corruption
Power and destruction
In twenty-four hundred years
Those whose souls
Remained pure
Whose eyes
Remained open
And all elements
Will embrace
As lovers
Opening a new
Window
In the fabric of worlds
Sep 24, 2012
Sep 24, 2012 at 10:35 PM UTC
Stop worrying.
And you'll lose a vital resource.
Diamonds don't sparkle underground
But the Earth always shines under the sun
Certain as darkness burns into dawn.
Pearls lack glamour on the sea bed
But the moon will pull the sandy shore
Certain as day liquefies to night.
Opal shimmers not in earth's cracks
But light diffracts across our vision
Certain as sunsets warm twilight eyes.
Worries have always grown in the cave of our soul
Stalactites formed after years of instinct's delicate drop.
But like expensive diamonds,
worries can scratch and leave scars.
See them as a problem and you'll likely dissolve
See them as a resource and your problems will be solved.
So wipe the dust from the corners of your eyes
Consider worries as instinct in disguise.
Harnessing energy, a gift from Mother Nurture
More valuable than any jewel formed by her organic sister.
Don't envy those who's glass is half full
Half empty is always reusable.
Feb 19, 2017
Feb 19, 2017 at 7:12 AM UTC
I know you.
Your colors are lovely
They shine like December's blue snowflakes
Frost liquefies in wake
Beautiful galaxy of pigments
Spiral.
Perfectly Chaotic
Icy black holes pull me
Neverland's star dims
Aug 23, 2015
Aug 23, 2015 at 10:38 PM UTC
he asked me how I felt.
I replied,
"Dali."
he looked confused; he didn't
understand that
every ******* time I'm with him
my heart shudders and buckles
and liquefies in my chest
drips of muscle
and sentiment
congealing on my rib cage
as I breathe
a little fast and a little heavy.
doesn't he get it?
he's driving me mad.
Feb 26, 2014
Feb 26, 2014 at 6:36 PM UTC
out of landscapes frigid and wind-torn,
and from within ancient trees proudly time-worn,
for you this vernal season's born.
the bone-white blanket of snow liquefies,
and the deep, gray clouds quickly clear blue skies ,
at mere sight of your bright sparkling eyes.
you turn the soft damp dew of morning air
from moisture into perfume fragrant fair,
with a laugh and twist of silken dark-brown hair.
and as your smile spreads radiantly,
leaves on bough of cherry tree
arrange in squamous symphony.
May 17, 2010
May 17, 2010 at 7:16 PM UTC
I do my
Best thinking
When I am cold
And I do not mean cold
Such as
Mild shivers and
Light body quakes
I mean
**** straight
Runny nose
Over the top
Wooly sweaters
And hot chocolate
To soothe
My frozen bones
I suppose the
Intensity
The feel of my
Frigid skeleton
Pressed against my
Clammy Skin
Wakes me up
So I sit there
****
(Because God knows those sweaters were hideous…)
With a glass
Of frosted judgement
And ponder over thoughts
That were previously resolved
Only to reconsider
Why in God’s name
Did I say that to her?
Do his stares really mean
What they imply?
Did I leave the stove on?
Till my mind
Liquefies
To mere mush
And the chills
Overtake my curiosity
Are replaced by
A mug of hot beverage
Of my usual lukewarm distaste
Jun 2, 2011
Jun 2, 2011 at 12:02 PM UTC
In the vinyl, I see Saturn’s rings.
I see them scattered with snowballs, glowing in the oh-so-distant sunlight—
peacefully floating in their orbits,
occasionally saying hello to one another
with a little bump from time to time.
The music blends as the snowballs form;
bigger, greater snowballs that—
once having consumed all around them—
stay frozen in the pitch-dark nothing…
They remain, mute and humble—observing.
And they never melt away.
I snap back—
—back to the vinyl.
How beautiful it sounds.
Not a single scratch really hurts your ear;
it rather tingles the senses.
The scratch of the needle turns the etches into flowers.
Each note is a cloud, and I am floating on one,
drinking the melody deep into my body,
letting it melt me away into water.
I rain down into my chair, and—
—I snap back.
My body tickles as the speaker shakes the air around me.
It liquefies, turns upside down.
The violin is playing…
Oh no.
I forgot about this part.
I see the mirror in your room,
and in the mirror, I see you.
And next to you, I see me.
I am still inside the drop.
And I know that in a minute, it will burst.
It will run down your cheek.
Any moment now.
I snap back.
I snap.
Feb 14, 2025
Feb 14, 2025 at 3:29 PM UTC
Now my strength is failing
My already tiny muscles screaming
At the weight of your words
As they gnaw and gnash
At the filaments of my fragile world
Now my strength is straining
Shopping bags of poor plastic
Stretched and tearing
Pinking my fingertips
As I hold on for my life
Now my eyes are tearing, bitter
Angry tears
When I am not enough
When I cannot cure your illness
That plagues your angel bones
Now every day is a battle
That I do not want to fight
I just want to be happy
I don’t want to fight this cancer
That eats my failing mind
Now your monopoly on madness
Is being taken over by me
And I cannot contain
The fire that burns my all
When I bleed my words of comfort
And the stains aren’t red at all
But plasma
The empty hollow coat of life
That isn’t enough for you
I wrote you another poem
That was for your birthday
But now I don’t think you want to read it
For it will surely spark tears
In your beautiful, wet eyes
I cannot be a rock always
I cannot just be the wires
Trying to contain a bowl of soup
That liquefies and solidifies
As often as the sun lives and dies
On our earth
I’m trying so hard Katie.
Just please try as hard too.
That’s all I ask of you
Jul 22, 2014
Jul 22, 2014 at 5:00 PM UTC
when the
soul liquefies
itself to feed
the faithful
starry night
that bring us
sweet light
seal the
gift of night
Jan 10, 2013
Jan 10, 2013 at 11:55 PM UTC
sometimes Aum
stops
you dead in your
tracks...and locality
liquefies.
a point fully degreed...
torrent of torrent
light switch.
Apr 25, 2019
Apr 25, 2019 at 1:13 PM UTC
My brain withers away
As my soul slithers out my mouth
My eyes set for another day
As I Fear of wealth
Fear of what to say
Fear of finding another way
Courage to find whats deep inside
Courage to break through the bind
I Prove I don't have hide
From whats in my mind
My heart liquefies
My eyes melt under the sun
My body synthesize and crystallize
As I slowly become one
Dec 21, 2016
Dec 21, 2016 at 4:57 AM UTC
Restless pillow
Out of covers
Struggle to keep intact
Feathers and dust
Color like rust
Soaking and shaking
Awake... mistakenly.
Wall so heavy
Inability to change
Direction where it's facing
Collapsing...
There's no stop
Rubble and crust
Blown away to decay.
Consuming bubbles
Soap in the eyes
Master of disguise
Liquefies...
Back at the start
With no finish in sight
Jun 29, 2018
Jun 29, 2018 at 9:04 AM UTC
if you shake me hard enough
that my brain liquefies and pours out my eyes
i couldn't tell you what would come out
a translucent stream of drunken mistakes,
the putrid smell of a thousand unrequited loves,
the anxiety biting at my nails,
or nothing, maybe.
maybe the things that fill my head
until it swells
are made purely of oxygen
and the belief that i am anything more
than an animated shell of a human.
nonetheless, my head throbs
with empty and full thoughts,
they resonate within my limbs,
traverse the edges of my fingers and manifest in shaky hands.
my empty thoughts,
they lead me nowhere,
walk with me in circles until i get dizzy.
i have rationalized every feeling of mine
until it's become a linear code i force myself to operate,
until it is no longer what it is
i've built myself into someone i'm not,
because i only have my thoughts,
but they are not me.
so if you shake me hard enough,
until my heart falls through my stomach,
i couldn't tell you what would come out.
Jul 18, 2019
Jul 18, 2019 at 4:12 PM UTC