"thyn" poems
With a scarlet drop on his brow,
and a penny in his pocket.
The beggar turns to his king,
"Thyn couldn't be as happy as I."
Jul 13, 2012
Jul 13, 2012 at 12:32 AM UTC
just a poem it was
A poem of love at most!
in the form of
a flower,
a rainbow,
a bird ,
a tune,
a word ,
a picture
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Some came in written
in technological terms
Some quantized
as futuristic incense
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You have sensed it all
the untold
Even long before my say
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Not ‘the all’ go though
through
You know … once you can close yourself,
set a fence…
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but in that latter case
although you may have done your best
to shut these gates
It seems they have reached premises against
without my knowing
aethēr so lucid does trespass
once built an absolute bridge through souls of equivalent selves.
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Each n every time is mine a hopeless cry to make you furious ?
A touch at the physical and meta-physical to eventually develop anti-sense?
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Naturally so easy
As you reside at an exact opposite side of me
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Angered n equally frustrated
in rage of a momentous burst
You sell my identity
<Intimately-shared-digital>
to a dreadfully operating net-entity
and target me as if to spears
oh how that really hurts
maybe you wished so
but no not really
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a boomerang brings in a rhyme
of a thoughtless action
returns it to the center of a rotating spiral
where you stand
the exact opposite end
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I won’t allow though
You to frown
this way you learned to simmer n cool down
became a clown of your own ghost town
as we’re entangled beings
already since sometime
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so let me just also have fun
Instead of you- bring me down
On the competing wheel game of up n down
Oh no there we sit not anymore!
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Realize to have targeted a wrong one
Once it is so much alike an opposing side or a town or a crown
Of you and both eventually you!
So wonder in sane what did I do
And put a SPAM mask on
To warn me through
and clearly do as if you were one of them:
an Intellect-Deficient-Agent scam.
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So let me just P.S. a burp here now
Haven’t learned to develop gallstones of anger to compete thyn
but joy at most with a parasympathetic smile
Take it as a blessing if you like or a teasing
that she has you loved so without your willing
and equally convert it to a bile.
Sep 16, 2014
Sep 16, 2014 at 4:42 AM UTC
If you'd just tell me that
you're happy I could leave you be
But you've revealed to me
your consistent sadness
You've let me see
the dark parts that I love
My lips are sore from
repeating the same words to you
My heart burns as if
I haven't expressed it well enough
I would love all thyn flaws forever
I would let you bury thynself in my soul
You could put your sadness there
and I could keep it cold
So many questions
I am ok without answers
for they may hurt worse
than ignorance
Dec 5, 2013
Dec 5, 2013 at 4:35 AM UTC
Drain me
I entreaty
Tears like diamonds
Falling
Drain me
I beg
Make thyn humanity
To be arctic
As frozen as glaciers
No more can I endure
The pain
Living to harsh
Drain me
So I may be
Take away the pain
Set me free
Give me the gift
Keep me from
The sorrow
By black rose
Date: 2014
Apr 12, 2014
Apr 12, 2014 at 2:37 PM UTC
Oh the kiddos outta there
whoever again dare to call me names that end it with a Girl or a Mademoiselle
You at most reflect an image of me to fit to the level of your potency
same as to a ridicule of your fantasy
weeping and spitting big turfs of
-at most admirably-
musical words
as your age allows you to be
an equivalence that functions still
OH THE WOW in most efficiency
only whenever the rhythmic pumping ejects seedlings
to swim up the rat-race
from your reptilian starship
parked at sacred ocean’s depths
crossing a few inches behind thyn abdomen
towards your jellyfish brain
and that’s shorter than TIME
oh the poor whining with BIG Holy One
hidden in the oaths of your monstrous
zombie-town
so now listen in PURE Attention to me (if you can)
It’s True my first kiss was at age twenty three
HAHAHA and yet not even a romantic one
at most an obligatory
who knows maybe a task
from the higher self
probably to teach me
or the physical body -
YES and the last one at age forty
that tried to **** all the ****** futility outta me
the rest and the in between remains dark and edgy and thorny
who cares when it does not bother me
what business does relate to you oh my Sexuality
or the inherited **** beauty
but that makes not less of me when
I am now almost 43
my coal black hair made of Sea Breeze
grows the beauty of my aging color
to the creamy WHITE topping of delicious wisdom cookies
baked by my peaceful wishing
the joy of my child innocence remains
to fire Passion and Desire
which I reserve
to one/ single poem only
who made me realize the truth of me recently
that I haven’t yet dated … a Monsieur
who dares to call me a Madame
with whom I can fully be Me and grow towards a maturity.
Dec 27, 2014
Dec 27, 2014 at 5:24 PM UTC
'Tiss thyn sky blue gray?
'Tiss broken and out of use?
'Tiss lavishful wits not so now?
'Tiss thyn love not around?
Beloved , my sweet thyn still here
May 26, 2013
May 26, 2013 at 9:37 AM UTC
And the woman turned to her prince
with a tear in her eye and a ciggerett in her hand;
she said, "Art I just an object to pass thyn time?"
Jul 13, 2012
Jul 13, 2012 at 12:30 AM UTC
Through treacherous currents and coral reefs
no sunken Manila galleon holds a treasure far more precious than thee.
Fair maiden
thyn beauty has spoken to me.
Jan 28, 2022
Jan 28, 2022 at 11:06 AM UTC
It is queer
The way that eyes blink out from the walls
yet still whilst I water them so
there screams are the loudest calls
It is queer
the way that the water flows up
Even when the bed is dry and the fish flop into the valley beside thee pond
despite being filled with wine, I can catch them in my late evening cup
it is queer
That this poem shall reach you
For where I reside cannot possibly be described
for the dank dark feald is oh so dry, I don't know how anything grew
it is queer
the concept of time
for in this place one may notice things
things that used to be fine
why, one fact that I truly find to be queer
is the state of thyn mind whilest you sleep
everything is turned on its head
and everything has landed in a heap
Why is it said that in thyns dreams
Thee must always be happy and gay
that there will be nothing said of demons
that it shall consist of unicorns and fae
And truly I say, that a common man's opinion on dreams
opinions that weren't even written in your year
can be seen by many and not called queer
that now it is called a song of the heart
and that is something that thee should forever hold dear
Apr 23, 2025
Apr 23, 2025 at 10:57 AM UTC