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Heather Moon Mar 2015
Hands that hold to speak
quiver in this moonlight
awaiting slipping moments peak
to cry to the heart
Trembling its darkened dawns
dusting away at the pieces
of myself that have been
left to the wind.

Emptied caskets
fill the spaces of
energetic flesh
on my breast
Gashed and still
in this wippity whimperous moment.
Do you hear me?
Do you hear me when I make silent calls between two worlds,
Do you hear my voice calling to you?
Then gapes a girl curious to explore the world
"I think I hear you" she says,
all the while raising an ear to snippits.

I,
I just want to love you so, so deeply
I want to cleanse you
I want to make you shine with a radience like sunlight
liquid dancing flickers on flowing river songs
creek beds of bliss
Do you hear me?
Do you hear me?
Do you, you , you, you, you hear me?
I´m pleading to that smile
hidden by mental chitter chatter
hop off the train, empty off your platter
of burdenous fruits
release all of that matter

Do you hear me?

Hey darling, moon belly seastar
dancer
I see you
I love you
I am you
Do you hear my long echoing cries for freedom?
Do you hear my gentle sighs,
gateways to divine skies
Do you hear me?
A drop of arms
A rising breath
an emptied teth
"I hear you¨" she says,
"I hear you, I hear you, I hear you!!"
her voice roars on
"I hear you, I am you"
Wild ravonous wails
I hear your nightingale calls,
I hear the ups and downs as heartbeat falls,
I hear rambling nectar
rollin smoothly off our soul
I hear a lovebirds
sonnet roll
Oh mother, oh Great on in Me in You in We,
I hear you, I hear you, I hear you,
I hear you

and I´m ready to listen.
Julie Grace May 2012
You and me
We share unfinished conversation and broken sentences
And in between the moments interrupted
Are long white tenses.

We swim in a sea of great big ears
And look at a sky of wide eyes
And there on the shore
A hundred mouths or more
Ready to Shout
Out
LOUD

All the snippits and snappets
Spread like butter
All bittered and battered
How would you like some feelings on your toast
To haunt you like a ghost
Just something shared
Just some kind care
So why's it lying there
Shivering and bare

So I'm writing and thinking and fighting and tempted
To crawl through the floor
I'm lying on my bed
trying to remember what was said
Some kind of question
To try or test me
What kind answer
Will rest me.

I've got feelings with no voice
Feelings with no choice
Over what they are
Despite what I said about owning your own star
Sometimes I wonder
Do stars unite
In the night
And are feelings
Something to fight?

You know if I could I would
Love you
And shouldn't
Just wouldn't
Know.
Alaina Moore Jan 2019
Missed the deadline
To submit poems
To one of my favorite books...

Lost my drive for poems
Because I am caught in the gears
Grinding against medal

I have a lot to say
Eh... I'm to worried to say it
To tired to push through articulation.

The poems come like fleeting thoughts
With no time to focus on them
Nor jot them down in the moment.

Just small snippits for me
I suppose
Jumbled attempts at explaination.
Senor Negativo Aug 2015
Outside
there exists limitless bliss.
I set it free
before I stitched shut your spirit.
She flows forward towards
secure healing.
Be calm
your brain may be shattered
it crumbled apart in pieces
without his hate
I see the little snippits she saves
his singular death
soiling the path before me!
this person isn't;
after I sealed my mind
I remembered to leave you
this joy outside you.
Now she is free
she doesn't have to try to be.
My cruelty has collapsed in on itself,
as she collapses against his memory.
She will never step outside
not now, not ever.
Dry-eyed
I will neglect the stiches in your spirit,
and you will erase me next.

— The End —