Ilion gray Jul 13
If the endless invoked me
..."Come"
I would leave these days.
Without me -
the solidarity of hidden deserts
Under unfounded skies
Will still be resting,
If I remain
Amidst the swaying morning,
by earth-
Inside your space,
Only my hands-
Dark as shadows of holes
In the walls behind heaven
Seconds dripping,
billions all at once...
Trying to keep every drop of you
-in my hands/
But you are a quasar
Even breaking atoms,
collapsing everything /
And lowering yourself
back to earth,
Tonight
inches, equal aeons /
Here in this place
-Where no one ever goes,
I watch the universe
crush
In my palm, I witness
the strength of megallactic clouds-
I am alive,
Because I snatched only the essence of the galaxies
bleeding /
your skin is perfect,
No man could ever touch you..
You having been born of tears,
Of the endless face of God,
Racing back/
Down through
Darkness' unnamed
And unnumbered,
Rushing down
Leaving every empty space
Stained with the fingers of your
Flames while you
escape heaven/
I will reinforce
Every constellation,
Else the ether
could never hold you.
for a moment /
Your skin was placed
superbly over
bones
and flesh, Veins, endless ...
And all the tender entrails ...
in its time,
Sat suspended ...
Remember ...My love-Forget
all other things-
But this:
When your eyes finish....finally
...It wont be day ...
nor December,
There won't be rain,
And stars will not descend
From the space from which you came
...you woke up in childhood ...
You have learned to dream in mirage of minutes,
Be Silent in the shaken shadows
Of hours..
just once you were called by the finite-
But do not be afraid,
My love-
Because the caverns of my heart,
were forged in the thickest charms
In darkness
-Reclusive-
In the unchanged
Spaces of gods thought
-I'll tell you now ...
Spill everything,
from your fury down
inside me,
Because my emptiness can not be filled-
when there was a real light,
in the days of the day -
I sat with the wicked /
In kingdoms, where light can not pass!

-In repentance,

I will save a calm battle/
Until every atomie of my skin has perished
I will rage against the black angels-
In the clouds Behind your eyes -
Until the ice,
Until innocence...
When they lay you in the empty space,
soon you will be the bones,
and the flesh unexcited.
The unexpected veins of the earthstar,
Your scent goes away from the moon-
Your breath on my skin is gravity/ only you could be born once...
as a single kind of dust drifting with Silence/yet, violently Bubbling,
and Spinning-Recklessly /
Endlessly, forever!
Daisy Marrow Sep 2013
The first time I saw you it was in math class.
I didn't notice anything about you at first I just memorized the back of how your head was.
After all, I had an hour to kill.
The second time I saw you were in English class.
You sat next to me but not by choice.
But I was happy about it.
It took me about four to five weeks to talk to you,
and I wasn't even the one to speak first.
You introduced yourself and then we worked together on an assignment.
It's been two weeks and I haven't said another word and I probably won't out of random.
My anxiety swallows me whole and I'm sorry I can't even say hello.
But I have had time to notice you.
And let me just say
I'm in love with your taste in music
I'm in love with the way you hold your book
thinking that if you change the sound of your voice when the diagonal changes
or if you struggle reading words you've never seen before and sat there for a few seconds trying to piece together what they mean.
I love how you can play the mandolin, you should show me sometime.
As I think about these things I also pick up how you would never even think of me.
I mean really,
you probably want some girl that's outgoing and can strum a guitar solo at midnight with you.
You probably want someone with long hair you can intertwine your fingers in
or someone you can spend an afternoon together after church with.
I can't move mountains
and I can't even speak without looking like a fool
but even if nothing will ever happen
It would be just as quite exciting being friends with you.
We could trade books and make each other mixtapes.
It hasn't even been a month yet and I'm already writing mediocre poetry about you.
I'm sorry about that by the way.
I'm not asking for a relationship but a friendship with someone like you would feel just the same.
I wrote this in like 20 minutes and I apologize I don't even know
2013
SassyJ 5d
You said it,how you broke my heart
every time we talk I break and cry
I stop as I was so crazy to love
To give all there is unconditionally
burnt shatters and pieces evoke
Now sat here at the cross legged bench
this country oak that soothed misery
the one with antique aesthetic split
Overlooking the misused McDonald’s
where ducks prey, play and swivel  
by the bus stop where people load
carrying suitcases to a distant destination
Yet, never had I been broken in my life
with lack of direction and unknown trauma
lost 10 feet under the revolting grounds
no apologies, no goodbye ,no explanation
not another chance,nor another beat
not a fiery fire, decrepit with the low blows  
Now solitude is a glove that fits me
It has justly put the pieces back together
Washed the foolishness and carelessness
For we are not made of bricks and blocks
Sat at this very spot today after years...... memories just streamed
Jordan Rowan Dec 2015
I've sat here for 21 years
Watching all this go by
People say things cliché
With pretension in their eye
I'm tired of hearing, everyday, what life is all about
Reality is getting boring, let's tune in and drop out

Have you heard the one
About the killer and the priest?
One blesses people with less and less
And one is just a thief
In "somewhere else" my mind is broken down
Reality is getting boring yet still its name resounds

There's stories everywhere you go
And all of them the same
Reductive plots and happy endings
Just under another name
I'm quiet as I sit and listen to what they all say
Reality is getting boring, maybe I'll revisit it some other day
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