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"liquify" poems
The subway air feels like pudding. It's thick, and as clingy as water. When you take a shower at night - and you should always take a shower at night, unless you want to sleep with the city - you can feel the air instantly liquify and drain away. The memories leave marks on your skin, if you let them. The bruises on your sides from bumping unique people;  the cut on your head from hitting a pole; the ache in your heels from walking too far. You're experiences hang on your skin, and shine through your eyes. New York is unique because of her variety. She's strong because of her diversity. She grows because of her adaptability. New York is a jungle of human-animals trying to survive. The smell of opportunity is stronger than the potent *** of other smells: the ***** rodent-infested tracks, frequent homeless sleeping quarters, grungy, old costumes on Times Square. She is life; she is alive. If you're alone or together you are always a part - a piece that makes it what it is. Without you the city survives. She has, and will. But without you, she's not what she is with you. Even if she tried. People flow trough her streets as uniquely as blood runs through your veins. The heart orchestrates the motion, while the blood does the dance. she lives and breaths through each person's lungs. Each one arrives for a particular reason - even if for no reason at all. Our arrival helps her breath. The anticipation before arriving in New York - not the Big Apple, no one calls it that - is enough to deprive a voyager of sleep on incoming flights. Even at 11:45 p.m. The jungle of buildings, built in perfect chaos testifies someone saw the bigger picture. A person may only see a foot, or a year in front of their face. New York saw far ahead, and high above. Everyone is welcome. Some never leave. Permanently or temporarily, New York will take you in as long as you stay. She may hold on a little too long.
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Oct 21, 2013
Oct 21, 2013 at 2:32 AM UTC
No One Calls Her the "Big Apple"
The subway air feels like pudding. It's thick, and as clingy as water. When you take a shower at night - and you should always take a shower at night, unless you want to sleep with the city - you can feel the air instantly liquify and drain away. The memories leave marks on your skin, if you let them. The bruises on your sides from bumping unique people;  the cut on your head from hitting a pole; the ache in your heels from walking too far. You're experiences hang on your skin, and shine through your eyes. New York is unique because of her variety. She's strong because of her diversity. She grows because of her adaptability. New York is a jungle of human-animals trying to survive. The smell of opportunity is stronger than the potent *** of other smells: the ***** rodent-infested tracks, frequent homeless sleeping quarters, grungy, old costumes on Times Square. She is life; she is alive. If you're alone or together you are always a part - a piece that makes it what it is. Without you the city survives. She has, and will. But without you, she's not what she is with you. Even if she tried. People flow trough her streets as uniquely as blood runs through your veins. The heart orchestrates the motion, while the blood does the dance. she lives and breaths through each person's lungs. Each one arrives for a particular reason - even if for no reason at all. Our arrival helps her breath. The anticipation before arriving in New York - not the Big Apple, no one calls it that - is enough to deprive a voyager of sleep on incoming flights. Even at 11:45 p.m. The jungle of buildings, built in perfect chaos testifies someone saw the bigger picture. A person may only see a foot, or a year in front of their face. New York saw far ahead, and high above. Everyone is welcome. Some never leave. Permanently or temporarily, New York will take you in as long as you stay. She may hold on a little too long.
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the marrow in my bones has begun to liquify hot molten lava bubbling like a thick *** of boiling chocolate on the stove the stars are expiring rotten milk leaking from the clouds and accumulating in-between wrinkles that paint your face like picasso But when I peer into the darkness all i can make out is you ripping off your fingernails exhaust pipes jammed down your throat i have to shower four times a day letting the soap drip into my eyes to distract myself from your face scrubbing my skin raw and red rug burns up and down my arms carve the bruises out of my legs from the stains you shamelessly left 13 birthday candles left lit, melting onto the frosting wax dried and cracked over your lips asphyxiated, blue, frayed ropes tied around the wings of the vultures who desperately try to peck away at my rotting flesh but I have yet to die So can't you see how it is slightly ironic Cement plastered bodies all dressed up for a black tie affair cigars in their pockets and money crammed up their *** cracks 1:44 am and I cough up all those 'little white lies' you pre chewed and force fed me glazed eyes and the phosphorescent glow from the street lamps below is the only ******* hope I have left for humanity
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Apr 4, 2013
Apr 4, 2013 at 1:48 AM UTC
candyland
Decapitate, disembowel, tear and mutilate! Schizophrenic!Psychedelic twisted mind! Expedite, liberate, Alienate then recreate Masonic!Prolific piece of mind! Sabotage, besiege, flank to infiltrate! Victorious!Strategic tyrannic mind! Crucify, liquify, impale bleed them dry! Torturous!Barbaric, sadistic mind! Derange, insane, crazy and mental! Hallucinating!Polysyllabic demented mind! Disturbed, diabolic, vile and fatal! Parasitic!Infected infested mind!
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Nov 14, 2013
Nov 14, 2013 at 4:53 PM UTC
Insanitarium
With all the innocence of old friends, wrapped in silent hoping, knowing but afraid to believe.  The heart beats a bit faster as the words become free. No longer chained in what came before. Transformed by insight, a vision sent to each of us alone.  And in those words were hidden truths that underlay what came before.  A true affection melts in heat into a fire that burns free.   **With a breath was lit What had always smoldered there Ablaze on a wire** Tentative in this new-found freedom. We touch delicately, lingering on the words that electrify the flesh and liquify defenses.  Steam wafting in the air as emotion meets desire.  Intoxicated by the ethereal beauty of it all. Left reeling, hearts traded, souls tangled and the lascivious nature of what was once hidden ravages the senses.
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Nov 13, 2014
Nov 13, 2014 at 1:44 PM UTC
Transcendental (a haibun)
There are so many worms crawling through this corpse Maggots, slugs and snails leave slime trails through the entrails They dig tunnels through the flesh of a once beautiful body What was is now death Five severed limbs sewn on in the wrong places around a core a heart lungs and spine that have begun to crack and liquify Will we recognize ourselves when this decay claims our eyes?
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Mar 26, 2015
Mar 26, 2015 at 10:34 AM UTC
Corpus
listening to the lumbering steps through the home of someone we both adore- a philosophical newborn hiding under the stairs in a nest we built from feather filled pillows and cotton comforters I felt the quintessential need to mold our bodies into one I wanted our bones to liquify and our flesh and brains jumble I wanted so badly to just kiss you No one found us So I became a part of you We are as one
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Sep 18, 2013
Sep 18, 2013 at 9:35 PM UTC
When can I take your virginity?
my insides are like lava around you when you leave they solidify into strange shapes in odd place i am jumbled everything is out of order and then i see you they re liquify and leave me stunned your presence is enough to heat me but your absence leaves me chilled as though i've been with the penguins.
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Nov 18, 2013
Nov 18, 2013 at 3:14 PM UTC
lava
It's those late drunken nights The contamination of the Moscato That makes it hard not to Want you in the bed. That late drunken night When the moon told it no But it's body carried on anyway Because those late drunken nights They're addicted to your lips To your soft skin, and **** that smile And the way you stare into their eyes. Every time it's a late drunken night It's you it wants as prey Sometimes just to lay Other times just to liquify That space between your thighs And be the one to **** it dry Those late drunken nights like To go until you ****** Til you pulling it's hair And scratching it's bare back. Til it's breath resembles your na na And you can't take it no mas, nada Those late drunken nights They always want your *** But when the drunken night rests It wakes up the next morning, Not even remembering your name...
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Mar 17, 2013
Mar 17, 2013 at 11:11 AM UTC
Those late drunken nights
Pinwheel, Clock work, Chronoshift me into blue. Skyline, Ocean eyes, Color me a different hue. Liquify, Shatter me. Meld me out of broken glass, Enter me, Exit please, Fore the present comes to past.
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Jul 10, 2016
Jul 10, 2016 at 1:45 PM UTC
The Code To My Eyes
I am ever so simply a woman and so I liquify from the waist down and on the eve of a disastrous morning, I use the tips of your your lips as marmalade and marinade within the notion of you. If I was to ever go mad, it'd surely be based on the mere idea that you once knew me as certain as you knew the difference between a prism and a square, just additions and subtractions of necessary and unnecessary lines.
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Dec 5, 2016
Dec 5, 2016 at 1:00 PM UTC
marmalade
I fell in love with you one night in September When crickets sang an ode to Autumn When Gaea’s palettes matured to tones of herself to the leaves, falling like tired angels I remember the dying painter spitting his last few colors onto the sky, Warm scarlets that professed themselves to be deep ceruleans and violets When we watched, spaced, from the yellowed creaking picket fence Wind chimes sighing in the subtle breeze. You were the artist, a divine manifestation, Wisps of hair breaking through your perfected face An ocean of complexion in your eyes, hiding secrets Reap the grains of my affection, throw it in the pitch But I was colorless, achromatic A beige canvas You played me with your hues and tones and tints and splatters of pigment Sometimes, I’m painted vibrant oranges and yellows and reds and pondering in sunflower fields, gentle raindrops resting on our shoulders, crackling bonfires, leaping flames. Pleasant comfort. colors fade. Vibrancy grows faint under grey. Winter frost slithered to your heart, turned jet-black Boreas’ wind swept you away. Tobacco-scented Icarus, you’re bound to fall. Ah, snowy white procession of death, take me! Bare skeletons of trees shiver in the morning chill A heaviness carries the shattered ice of your eyes Unforgiving, piercing, daggers to my soul. You fell in love with him one night in December, and I wait. Minutes liquify, oozing to hours, seeping through cracks of my sanity.
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Nov 19, 2017
Nov 19, 2017 at 2:32 AM UTC
colors
Losing myself, but Finding someone else. Don't wanna be held At the lost and found, Waiting for the right one To take me home. A stepping stone- Not skipped but thrown Kisses the skin then sinks in To a sea of possibilities, Sinking me to it's floor; The core of my soul Where I know I drown. Alone in my own hole I choke on my hope And hold myself down Bound with ropes of resistance To remind me of my situation I placed myself in And caged all that could've been With chains of my rage, and Hate and questions. Oppression imposed as a lesson, To lift my heart and crush it in my hands. Feel all the shards of who I am Stab at my palms and slither through my fingers, Slitting tender flesh and finally Falling, crashing to the ground. Shattered soul and silent sound. Liquify the unknown And flow into a hollow hold Of helpless nothing, Now I know There is no home below the cold, Where no wind would wish to blow, No- Not in that frigid box Of lost and found.
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Feb 13, 2014
Feb 13, 2014 at 12:42 AM UTC
Ice Box
Devise a perfect world With glitter rather than rain Where the weird is not frowned upon To be different is not insane An automatic boomerang Of a ***** rotten gaze An unbroken heart with a chance Of not getting in harms ways Splinters liquify Holes are filled and mended Pain is felt but bearable And politics are ended Such a story can be told A life can be founded If all the worlds people Were just a little more grounded Be the change That you've been searching for You have had it all along You just never knew what to ask for
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Jul 6, 2012
Jul 6, 2012 at 12:47 PM UTC
New you
I’m trapped in the constellations Because I tried to grab the stars But the moon screamed I screamed Echoing across the celestial So the city of lights awoke And the extroverts below Cry out at us To force us to remain mute As if they control the solar system But the moon ignores them Thus, I ignore them too The rays liquify me As I try to connect the dots But the images I arrange Are mocking me Laughing through the sky Teasing the Milky Way And the sun scoffs our feud Too galactic to engage Only observing As I bounce between the fiery lines Surging into boundaries Too torched to care But for the introverts beneath There’s only a catalina void Where the established figures Are marginally vitiated Dim flickers Lost in the distance So I’m overshadowed By this lunar eclipse Helplessly cornered Inside the myriad configurations I scream Because I tried to grab the stars.
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May 31, 2017
May 31, 2017 at 7:11 AM UTC
Lunar Eclipse
Take one step back into the space behind the busy street filled with tears, filled with mirrors, and all mine. Stand, or sit, or lay and be there with Eyes listening, Ears watching, and no-thing between here and now, and a time with words - then and how. Can you taste the sounds of random melody? Eighth notes galloping across the wild plains forced to abdicate their very nature and, instead, liquify to pure impurity... Sense is chucked and the tin lid slammed. Reverberation echoes with concentric chaos. The end of life is strung tight and bound and tuned with nothing but sweet loss. The prelude, which this proves to be, is forever without a name. Buzzing with streams of liquid dreams, transparent with eyes all the same.
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Jun 3, 2012
Jun 3, 2012 at 3:32 AM UTC
The Space Behind: A Prelude
You liquify me. I want to be that cool drip Tracing down, Down your neck Pooling into your coves. I want to be that cool that ravages your insides, Making you quiver. I want to be that cool drip Heating up from your shivers. I want to be that cool That makes your heart drop From a single gasp- I want you to feel me when I'm gone.
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Apr 17, 2015
Apr 17, 2015 at 2:15 AM UTC
You liquify me
Summertime blues feeling down n’ out gut out passed out on the street corner where I hear a familiar song Deadhead born a generation late never suited me anyway just trying to be cool but it’s too hot I’m melting I’ll become something completely new original leaving behind what I was I’m changing for better or maybe for worse I know I’m not perfect growing up ***** when you first see the mold and it starts to fit stick to you like sweat on a hot summer day when you just want to liquify seep through the cracks and drain where they aren’t watching judging expecting you to sublime into something be someone go somewhere even if you drain into the gutter out to sea or if you just take a bus to California where the beaches are cool where the people are cool where you can just feel your problems melt away your lover is there waiting on the beach waiting for you lover boy just go for it what’s to lose? just go for it strike a match let it burn catch fire and let your heart explode lock lips and set her heart ablaze shoot off like a rocket take a look at yourself where did you land? or did you just burn up on re-entry? did you see it coming? did you see her coming? did you see you coming? ‘cause you were really cool when you were burning bright you did it tiger you shot for the red-hot stars you wanted to shoot for and you made it
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Aug 12, 2015
Aug 12, 2015 at 4:49 AM UTC
Rhapsody In Summer
On the sidewalk an egg you could fry My bones are starting to liquify
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Jun 12, 2016
Jun 12, 2016 at 5:46 PM UTC
To ******* Hot!!!!
I walked away from absolutes Emotions bleeding out Determined never to return Preferring the sting of the hailstone Whipped by the wind of a cyclone The relentless hard reason I thought I served Began to liquify and poured through my hands The truth exposed it not as a liar But a murderer of souls Satiating for a long season Before withering and void of any hope I floated in a purgatorial ocean Uncaring, unfeeling, not even knowing I was waiting I thought I saw a chasm But it must have been a reflection in the sunlight A signal flare to let me know The enigma is still there Now I don't believe love has a feeling Maybe joy, maybe passion But never true love Love doesn't channel feelings Love channels absolutes Now I can't walk away again The next big storm might do me in Love will find me joy and passion In exchange for sacrifice and service I must only believe The absolutes are truth and wiser than I Everything else is just waiting to die
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Nov 20, 2014
Nov 20, 2014 at 11:10 PM UTC
Considering the Absolutes
i want to liquify my body into the fibers of my mattress solidify your presence so i can wake up in the summer time with the taste of your name on my lips and your skin on my skin in the summertime is when i will wake up to your face
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May 8, 2013
May 8, 2013 at 11:08 PM UTC
awakening
how could there ever have been a moment between us a vast moment of perfect eternity when you won't even look me in the eyes? how could i have ever lied to you and yet still act surprised when our pathetic excuses for conversations liquify into pools of chewed up curiosities? i guess i wonder sometimes maybe we...i don't know, never mind but sometimes i just hope, you know?
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Mar 31, 2013
Mar 31, 2013 at 6:13 AM UTC
How (work in progress)
come drip with me drip in me fill my senses with fluidity liquify my mind flood my memories reunify, end your trip down stream. drip with me, into each possibility roar with me encompass all barriers along the road fall into the falls with me s o a r i n g through the bends to the end of that trickle. be me its all I have to offer as I desire to be you. I know the truth you do too the chemicals make visibility cloudy and then we start to consider is stream or steam better? and then we slow freeze and develop a rigidity and miss the abyss of the hairline split in time we were destined to kiss. we miss the lessons of our Mother so we must start at the heart. clear your heart for me let me top off your energy with the love I feel pulsating through my crown. shower You down to me. reorganize beliefs move like water
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Dec 30, 2014
Dec 30, 2014 at 9:24 PM UTC
thirst quenched
Sit down and surrender to the waves of green Be at peace, lie back, blend into the serene All not matters, tomorrow never knows Drift away into an extraterrestrial doze Flutes will guide yourself down the lake of incense Warm fires dance on your body, never breaching your defense Voices chant a mantra, Hare Hare Krishna Accept the beautiful universal dogma All humans liquify in space into one single being A river of herbs, a location worth seeing The beauty of living, the meaning within So join the spirit dance, become enlightened.
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Dec 29, 2017
Dec 29, 2017 at 11:07 PM UTC
Enlightened
Want, want to stay in your paradise always yearn for your presence when you're out of touch flames trickled at first and then ate us in a blaze barely remember how it was to feel your embrace. Lost into oblivion, a dispersion of family members all my doing, my fault, my fault, my death. Wounded and weeping, helpless by my own choosing flames easily stretched us apart an put us fully in the dark. Desire to bring them back, yet constantly brinking on goodbye, can't do it again to me or to them. So far so good, my loneliness reasons. What was ventured was also lost, so don't try again. Heart yearning for the sweetness of others, can't reach them under private enclosures. Liquify my excitability, lose my desire for company. Stillness is all I have, it wraps around my destiny.
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Oct 17, 2014
Oct 17, 2014 at 7:12 PM UTC
Stillness.
When I slipped into sleep flattening the frostbitten blades that liquify under my body the creeping amperage of aches distract me from exposure When he said 'It ain't easy out there' he didn't envision blood curdling screams Vivid nightmares that would pop me off my cardboard mattress The ever common theme of falling hoping I would hit the gelid side street The path is singular when succumb to tunnel vision in a gritty simulation I carry light wallet, knife, and the daunting magic meter In the romantic beginning, I was Aristippus twice removed sailing on an escape route, against the grain until the end (at least)
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Jan 8, 2017
Jan 8, 2017 at 1:57 PM UTC
Twin Brother Circa 82