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Elle Oct 16
Cotton candy in the sky my love so blue

Day dreaming if fairy tales are true

Trap in that innocent look but everyone has a clue

Turning back the pages again to square one

Repeating mistakes is my forte
I guess?

You're the last page that i can't escape

Loving you was not my intention

I  just want this chapter to end
writerReader May 2015
his pale face was covered in week old scruff
I could see his life's blood in his eyes
pale dead moon

them the words heard, cloud covered, make the few streaks visible
look like mocking smiles saying see we got your numbers,  
play pale and dead you’re sure to win and add an over/under
and a trifecta guaranteed

everyone is willing to take and give you thanks
with a nice tap on the head which buys them
a grimace smile of 2 seconds recognition and
further confirms the crumbling internals
and unless you walk away,
into solitude and recall from
high school language class

répète après moi "c'est la vie,” repeat after me, that’s life

no, now,
pale dead moon,
that’s life
CK Baker Oct 2017
dust cloud heavy
in an apricot sky
cottonwood mucker
under ambrose pale
whippet and shepherd
mill at the earth patch
yellow birch hangs
over red bench park

combine shavings
in ***** rust brown
scissors chips
fall to the back stop
whiskey jack looters
sing patented chords
siblings (and 2 wheel enthusiasts)
give thanks

joyous retrievers
master the criss cross
bare maples stand
at settlers way
barred owl and blue jay
whistle the fore-wind
and goblins
pull at the seeds

wind gusts belt
over the west gulch
blood rush churns
in a chilling fall morn
hallowed grounds still
at the midday
quiet reflections
of the afghan
and hound

jumpers unite
at the oxbow
route runners bend
(on a sultry foray!)
meadows exposed
in the framework
ball park empty
with pennants past

barrel dirt favors
the brew house
crimson and copper
find bracken ridge gate
harvest hands savor
the honey and hops
blankets of color
for a winter's hatch

brush fire kept
under steady peruse
bark bites fly
and embers glow
pine cones drop
from timber tops
3 wick candles
set at the dinner place

shiver and ******
at the piper's call
cob web dew
on the shadowy gates
a chilled mist mellows
the season's return;
poets and artists
and dreamers awake
I lost myself in your pale blue eyes. Rising and falling like the eye of a hurricane gliding over the ocean. Despite the way they destruct me. They are the only eyes I want to see after the toughest of days and the greatest of ones. My dear, that’s why I can’t rest in your arms. Someday, the morning after a hurricane when pale blue is painted all across the sky. Will be the only time I see your eyes. I cannot lose sight and become swallowed by ocean waves. You see my beauty in the way my hair rests behind my ear or the black high waisted shorts I repetitively wear. I’m your summertime beauty. Until the day autumn leaves start to fall and the wind blows them away. You’ll do just the same and fade away. Thank you pale blue eyes for the summer of bliss. I’m sorry this must end before the day it inevitably withers and flies away. I hope one day you will gain sight. I hope you see there’s more to me than beauty you delight in, like the way my dark brown hair gracefully appears tucked behind my ear. Until that day my dear. I’ll always get lost gazing into your pale blue eyes painted all across the sky.
PoserPersona Jun 20
The moon sings the languid flower,
  to bloom at midnight hour
Harmonious feast transpires -
  luminescent choir

Pedals mirror la hue de Luna,
  but pale below her glow
Though the desert sweet aroma,
  is fragrance plus photo

Neither causing nightly failure,
  in idyllic charm
In fact, those powers are greater,
  together than apart

The moon a long gone distant rock,
  yet pulls on ocean tops
Cereus lures with sweetest tricks,
  and stings with countless licks  

Battered holy asteroid face,
 woos flawless solar gaze
And even though it causes mire,
  lunar eclipses fire

The cactus thrives in driest sands,
  and chokes in fertile lands
Alluring lonesome wanderers,
  promising mere water

The lucid beauty bewilders,
  as much as it can haunt
In fact, those powers are greater,
  together than apart

You, once my cereus and moon,
  were drowned in my love well
Perhaps, I was this to you too,
  though your hole I’d not delve

However, what was first velvet,
  morphed into devil’s horns
Winter shed those thorns in my chest,
  now spring gifts hope and more

The icy grips of each winter,
  provides spring fuel to spark
In fact, those powers are greater,
  together than apart

Although we’ve gone on our own ways,
  I wouldn’t change the past
For each step was necessary,
  to find true love at last

We were once greater together.

I’m now greater apart.
Pale leaves
Lying in heaves
Crave for life
To relive and strife
Staring at branches
Which have shed
Now lying on earthbed
With covering fog
Like a wooden blog
Awaits for a miraculous touch
Bothering too much
Some one would take it back
To the branches and stick there
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