If you want to feel
As the poet feels,
Don't hold her hand;
Pick up his pen.

If you want to hear
A poet speak,
Don't listen to him;
Read her lips.

If you want to see
As the poet sees,
Don't look to his eyes,
But see with her's.

To smell like a poet,
Splash in the rain,
Dance dry in the sun;
Follow your nose.

But get an inkling
In your mind,
Even if deaf, mute or blind;
Find your center,
Sit with it.
I oftimes get a sense of it.
Braxan Jun 2017
Bad with this coping.
Since it’s been long,
It’s lost to the individual  reading this poem and making sense of anything I've yet to say,
could’ve you sensed this was written off on a whim?
See now I’m paying up for it.
what a waste Mar 14
Let me put down the kaleidoscope.
Okay, I could plagiarize the moon
and they still wouldn’t give it a look.
I could literally hand them the sun
and they’d be there looking like,
"Are you fucking dumb?”
As a matter of fact, yes.
So that makes sense.
Where was I?
Oh, yeah. The rain.
It was there in the trees
beneath one dr0p-
my beloved bliss.
Marco Buschini Dec 2016
Lie within chaos, and create comfort
In visions of endless love.
Riding slowly on the crest of a morning fling, and flutter,
The body stutters
Like a street dancer.
Shine in different directions
And end the yearning
For a love of creativity
By stripping off
And darting
Into a sea of uncertainty,
with a sense of
Unimaginable lust for what keeps you
Ticking like a sturdy clock.
Find the rhymes that combine
With what lies inside the mind,
To stumble upon the future pleasure,
That you unearth with delight,
As you wonder.
Inspiration is born out of desire.
Fuel to fire the birth of creation.
The mind quakes for a taste
Of the cake, that is blessed with greatness.
zebra Jul 9
it was a dark dance
of an immovable body
as she was taken by the throat
death causing stupendous distortions
and an addiction to a lunar landscapes
somewhere between smothering
and seeing through a miraculous inner eye
deepening her sense of nothingness
as if pickled in a jar, and suspended in
like a cloud you can not fall through
where there is no reason for anything
and everything
moves out from a veiled corridor
an innerness, like a one-sided face

her  panties wet with the scent of fear
she fell through the earth
into the infernal arms of

his kisses like eyes
she could see through
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