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Orcas in Puget Sound Along the road, abandoned wild apple trees bend with their heavy loads, dusty skirts of blackberry bushes purpling fingers, piercing flesh mouths ringed with berry juice, vampires all. Along San Juan Island salmon leap clear out of the briny water, just yards ahead of their predators, Orcas, dorsal fins curving shiny black, sluicing and slicing the surface like sharpened knives They have bred with one another for 10,000 years trolled these waters through famine, earthquakes, world wars through shifting continents, glacial avalanches, through the extinction of whole civilizations. Standing on a cliff, my daughter and I watch the Orcas churning the water - studies in grace the largest gem on the necklace of a great food chain and when we sleep we too chase the great King Salmon of our deepest dreams, the fathers we lost, the currents that bear along children Translucent jellyfish, palm sized, breath below sideways exhale, convulsive inhale umbrellas opening and closing a thousand years or more sliding through forests of brown kelp where mollusks cling We have clung like this to one another, with my body thrown over hers for protection and her exhaling away from me If Mama Orca keeps her young close, so will I If there are salmon to chase and harbor seals to command, so we will Arcing in the late August sky slapping and parting the surface, over and over the whales, lords of the Sound, swim in our brains as we sleep sparkle against blackening waters You are of my body from my body cleaving there for 10,000 years Whatever quarrels there are on land vaporize In the presence of these creatures, arcing against all that is temporal, vicious, small, studies in power and grace The tide pulls out, skimming across rocks and oysters in their muddy beds But this need to care for you remains as big as an Orca your appetite for adventure as voracious and I watch you, my child, disappearing with summer into high school, into womanhood, into the salty, light-dappled ocean
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Jul 15, 2012
Jul 15, 2012 at 4:15 PM UTC
nika-cavat
Orcas in Puget Sound
Orcas in Puget Sound Along the road, abandoned wild apple trees bend with their heavy loads, dusty skirts of blackberry bushes purpling fingers, piercing flesh mouths ringed with berry juice, vampires all. Along San Juan Island salmon leap clear out of the briny water, just yards ahead of their predators, Orcas, dorsal fins curving shiny black, sluicing and slicing the surface like sharpened knives They have bred with one another for 10,000 years trolled these waters through famine, earthquakes, world wars through shifting continents, glacial avalanches, through the extinction of whole civilizations. Standing on a cliff, my daughter and I watch the Orcas churning the water - studies in grace the largest gem on the necklace of a great food chain and when we sleep we too chase the great King Salmon of our deepest dreams, the fathers we lost, the currents that bear along children Translucent jellyfish, palm sized, breath below sideways exhale, convulsive inhale umbrellas opening and closing a thousand years or more sliding through forests of brown kelp where mollusks cling We have clung like this to one another, with my body thrown over hers for protection and her exhaling away from me If Mama Orca keeps her young close, so will I If there are salmon to chase and harbor seals to command, so we will Arcing in the late August sky slapping and parting the surface, over and over the whales, lords of the Sound, swim in our brains as we sleep sparkle against blackening waters You are of my body from my body cleaving there for 10,000 years Whatever quarrels there are on land vaporize In the presence of these creatures, arcing against all that is temporal, vicious, small, studies in power and grace The tide pulls out, skimming across rocks and oysters in their muddy beds But this need to care for you remains as big as an Orca your appetite for adventure as voracious and I watch you, my child, disappearing with summer into high school, into womanhood, into the salty, light-dappled ocean
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I'm going to go through with it This just has to be done It's all going to stop Chasing our tail around For The ****** Dollar It's all the same in the end Passionate and proud At the burst of a cloud Rain falls in whispers All today and into the night When the wild are on the verge Of some kind of taming Who cares who you are blaming How much does it matter that some are unaccountable Not that you can get away with ****** and wars When it's time to take your artwork And put it in a frame The picture is yours It's the painter who takes the claim When it's time to die What's in it for the stars Maybe a big wake and Miles of lined up long electric cars The mountain's shadow Keeps the place cool in the summer Not 'till the volcano spews it's guts Will you lay down and burn Or vaporize just in time It's over with the death of the Star 'What is and was will be  bleaker and bleaker A place you'd turn your head away from When we have this chance to change into living without borders What does that mean a shot of the The New World Order An evocation of imaginations of and for the somewhat rich and the richer   A full and complete Police State, militia walk the street, Their bidding done No way to travel but by foot And the odd old bicycle   Horse and mules being bred To save the soles on your leather boots All the waters contaminated all the crops hollow not fit for an animal We go this way or we go that Who will drag us down or Who will bring us up Vibrational  influences could save us all We can't keep trying to tell ourselves that the Government Has our best interests at heart because they don't If there is war among the classes it's a way to distract us But it needs to be done and I'm bringing my 'A' game
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Jun 3, 2016
Jun 3, 2016 at 1:09 PM UTC
irving-macpherson
Death Of The Sun
I'm going to go through with it This just has to be done It's all going to stop Chasing our tail around For The ****** Dollar It's all the same in the end Passionate and proud At the burst of a cloud Rain falls in whispers All today and into the night When the wild are on the verge Of some kind of taming Who cares who you are blaming How much does it matter that some are unaccountable Not that you can get away with ****** and wars When it's time to take your artwork And put it in a frame The picture is yours It's the painter who takes the claim When it's time to die What's in it for the stars Maybe a big wake and Miles of lined up long electric cars The mountain's shadow Keeps the place cool in the summer Not 'till the volcano spews it's guts Will you lay down and burn Or vaporize just in time It's over with the death of the Star 'What is and was will be  bleaker and bleaker A place you'd turn your head away from When we have this chance to change into living without borders What does that mean a shot of the The New World Order An evocation of imaginations of and for the somewhat rich and the richer   A full and complete Police State, militia walk the street, Their bidding done No way to travel but by foot And the odd old bicycle   Horse and mules being bred To save the soles on your leather boots All the waters contaminated all the crops hollow not fit for an animal We go this way or we go that Who will drag us down or Who will bring us up Vibrational  influences could save us all We can't keep trying to tell ourselves that the Government Has our best interests at heart because they don't If there is war among the classes it's a way to distract us But it needs to be done and I'm bringing my 'A' game
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She told me to "Imagine a safe place", a quiet place, somewhere to go when the fog is at my feet. But everywhere I went was crowded with doubt and a lingering loitering presence on my shoulder, come out from the fog to hurl accusations and taunt. I can only assume it's a he on my shoulder, an enigma, my father's doppelganger come to dredge my mind of all the **** he dished out when I was a child, and feed it back to me again. I tell her I'll need more tools and stronger ideas. So she gives me a seat at the head of the table where my ****** committee meets, and a gavel to establish order or bash in their brains. She arms my dreams with weapons and courage, gives me REM when I'm wide awake. We fashion a furnace of love, hot enough to vaporize the cold darkness pouring into my gut, customized with levers and pulleys to push and to pull in the fight. We tally Alpha and Beta waves, trained and retrained, hard coded messages sanded smooth by repetition.        *Through it all I give too,        and what I give is all I can give,        it is the warmth of what enslaves me,        and the thought of letting it go….          Well.... lets not go there right now.* In the long run I'm not sure that any of it will be enough, I am weakened by the war. But occasionally there are shiny spots that simmer, You see, I may have found that place, the place she first told me to find way back at the beginning, the place to feel safe, although it isn't really a place per se. If it were true I could finally ascend to where no fog can go. Where my father's voice cannot be heard, nor the ghosts I grew up with. A place of love and honesty, where my furnace would sit idle in awe. There is a picture of us on our bedroom wall. It is the perfect depiction of all that is safe for me. I look at your smile and I see peace. Nothing can penetrate your radiance, you are everything I've never had, double layered and impenetrable by all of it. By all of the **** I am learning to go there when the fog is at my feet, and the ghosts are in my ear. When the accusations come I can escape there with you, and together we can drown them out if only for a little while.
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Apr 5, 2019
Apr 5, 2019 at 1:39 PM UTC
v_V_v
A Safe Place
She told me to "Imagine a safe place", a quiet place, somewhere to go when the fog is at my feet. But everywhere I went was crowded with doubt and a lingering loitering presence on my shoulder, come out from the fog to hurl accusations and taunt. I can only assume it's a he on my shoulder, an enigma, my father's doppelganger come to dredge my mind of all the **** he dished out when I was a child, and feed it back to me again. I tell her I'll need more tools and stronger ideas. So she gives me a seat at the head of the table where my ****** committee meets, and a gavel to establish order or bash in their brains. She arms my dreams with weapons and courage, gives me REM when I'm wide awake. We fashion a furnace of love, hot enough to vaporize the cold darkness pouring into my gut, customized with levers and pulleys to push and to pull in the fight. We tally Alpha and Beta waves, trained and retrained, hard coded messages sanded smooth by repetition.        *Through it all I give too,        and what I give is all I can give,        it is the warmth of what enslaves me,        and the thought of letting it go….          Well.... lets not go there right now.* In the long run I'm not sure that any of it will be enough, I am weakened by the war. But occasionally there are shiny spots that simmer, You see, I may have found that place, the place she first told me to find way back at the beginning, the place to feel safe, although it isn't really a place per se. If it were true I could finally ascend to where no fog can go. Where my father's voice cannot be heard, nor the ghosts I grew up with. A place of love and honesty, where my furnace would sit idle in awe. There is a picture of us on our bedroom wall. It is the perfect depiction of all that is safe for me. I look at your smile and I see peace. Nothing can penetrate your radiance, you are everything I've never had, double layered and impenetrable by all of it. By all of the **** I am learning to go there when the fog is at my feet, and the ghosts are in my ear. When the accusations come I can escape there with you, and together we can drown them out if only for a little while.
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Vigilance, sentinel. Vigilance… The moment you close your eyes, you let dreams in. But I am done. I vaporize all worries and cares, I disconnect from all earthbound tethers. I will fly. Nowhere to go but up, nothing to lose, and nothing to fear. - The first steps to freedom are always the hardest. To obtain true freedom, you must make certain sacrifices… like security. To grow strong means to build a castle around your infant self, to lock the door and hurl the key far out, over the castle walls. It is to the distant hope that an innocent someone, will disregard every brick. And walk right in with the key. N.H.
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Jun 2, 2013
Jun 2, 2013 at 1:18 AM UTC
nihl
Relax
Vigilance, sentinel. Vigilance… The moment you close your eyes, you let dreams in. But I am done. I vaporize all worries and cares, I disconnect from all earthbound tethers. I will fly. Nowhere to go but up, nothing to lose, and nothing to fear. - The first steps to freedom are always the hardest. To obtain true freedom, you must make certain sacrifices… like security. To grow strong means to build a castle around your infant self, to lock the door and hurl the key far out, over the castle walls. It is to the distant hope that an innocent someone, will disregard every brick. And walk right in with the key. N.H.
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“I'd love to tell you I had some deep revelation on my way down, that I came to terms with my own mortality, laughed in the face of death, et cetera. The truth? My only thought was: Aaaaggghhhh!” “I could have killed you.” “Or I could have killed you,” he shrugged. “If there’d been an ocean in Kansas, maybe.” “I don’t need an ocean—” “Boys,” she interrupted, “I’m sure you both would’ve been wonderful at killing each other. But right now, you need some rest.” "My fatal flaw. That's what the Sirens showed me. My fatal flaw is hubris." "The brown stuff they spread on veggie sandwiches?" "No, Seaweed Brain. That's HUMMUS. hubris is worse." "What could be worse than hummus?" "How did you die?" "We er... drowned in a bathtub." "All three of you?" "It was a big bathtub." **Best chapter names: I Accidentally Vaporize My Pre-Algebra Teacher 2.Three Old Ladies Knit the Socks of Death 3.Grover Unexpectedly Loses his Pants 4.My Mother Teaches Me Bullfighting 6.I Become Supreme Lord of the Bathroom 7.My Dinner Goes Up in Smoke 10.I Ruin a Perfectly Good Bus 12.We Get Advice from a Poodle 16.We Take a Zebra to Vegas 17.We Shop for Water Beds**
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Jan 4, 2015
Jan 4, 2015 at 5:58 PM UTC
ember-evanescent
Get The Reference? (Series)
“I'd love to tell you I had some deep revelation on my way down, that I came to terms with my own mortality, laughed in the face of death, et cetera. The truth? My only thought was: Aaaaggghhhh!” “I could have killed you.” “Or I could have killed you,” he shrugged. “If there’d been an ocean in Kansas, maybe.” “I don’t need an ocean—” “Boys,” she interrupted, “I’m sure you both would’ve been wonderful at killing each other. But right now, you need some rest.” "My fatal flaw. That's what the Sirens showed me. My fatal flaw is hubris." "The brown stuff they spread on veggie sandwiches?" "No, Seaweed Brain. That's HUMMUS. hubris is worse." "What could be worse than hummus?" "How did you die?" "We er... drowned in a bathtub." "All three of you?" "It was a big bathtub." **Best chapter names: I Accidentally Vaporize My Pre-Algebra Teacher 2.Three Old Ladies Knit the Socks of Death 3.Grover Unexpectedly Loses his Pants 4.My Mother Teaches Me Bullfighting 6.I Become Supreme Lord of the Bathroom 7.My Dinner Goes Up in Smoke 10.I Ruin a Perfectly Good Bus 12.We Get Advice from a Poodle 16.We Take a Zebra to Vegas 17.We Shop for Water Beds**
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# *How long wilt thou - this generation of deceit and joy – detain, Starve, and defraud the people of our holiest reign? Content ingloriously wasted to pass by as our falling days, Like the flooding rains, as virtuous fools chase each other’s praise: Till all thy fleshly allegories, now dimmed once shined so bright As the multitudes grow stale - tarnished with each day’s new light. Please believe me, ye youth by whose royal fruit thy must be Gathered before ripened - else ye rot upon the tree. Heaven itself must be sufficiently allotted, soon of late, Like some unlucky youthful revolution born purely out of fate. This false fate whose notions if we watch with skill, For does not human good depend on human will? Fortune rolls upward like lava, smoothly it does ascend, From its first release, it takes not the bend. But, if un-seized, it glides away like the wind And leaves us - a late repenting fool far behind. Now to meet with you, the you reading of this glorious prize, As I spread these wisdom words before you as above you he flies. Had thus Old Noah, from whose ***** we all offspring, Not dared, when fortune called him to be the lead offering, At the bottom of the ocean in exile he might still remain And Heaven's sacred anointing oil would have been in vain. Let Noah’s successional ages to your heart engage And not shun the examples of this prophesized declining age. For behold soon there comes three days of darkness to the skies, As the shadows lengthen into the airs and then we slowly vaporize.* #
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May 31, 2018
May 31, 2018 at 12:52 PM UTC
willy-shakysphere
Three Days of Darkness
# *How long wilt thou - this generation of deceit and joy – detain, Starve, and defraud the people of our holiest reign? Content ingloriously wasted to pass by as our falling days, Like the flooding rains, as virtuous fools chase each other’s praise: Till all thy fleshly allegories, now dimmed once shined so bright As the multitudes grow stale - tarnished with each day’s new light. Please believe me, ye youth by whose royal fruit thy must be Gathered before ripened - else ye rot upon the tree. Heaven itself must be sufficiently allotted, soon of late, Like some unlucky youthful revolution born purely out of fate. This false fate whose notions if we watch with skill, For does not human good depend on human will? Fortune rolls upward like lava, smoothly it does ascend, From its first release, it takes not the bend. But, if un-seized, it glides away like the wind And leaves us - a late repenting fool far behind. Now to meet with you, the you reading of this glorious prize, As I spread these wisdom words before you as above you he flies. Had thus Old Noah, from whose ***** we all offspring, Not dared, when fortune called him to be the lead offering, At the bottom of the ocean in exile he might still remain And Heaven's sacred anointing oil would have been in vain. Let Noah’s successional ages to your heart engage And not shun the examples of this prophesized declining age. For behold soon there comes three days of darkness to the skies, As the shadows lengthen into the airs and then we slowly vaporize.* #
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Meteor streaks an onyx sky, thoughts vaporize without a tail Words have seized the winds, usurped control from ideas Page absorbs a mutant slang, lines malinger with an attitude Inspiration silhouettes reason, unblemished by banality Grant language mellifluence or condemn the poet to monologue Lost are themes, jewels of a lifetime separated by melancholy vicissitudes
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Oct 20, 2012
Oct 20, 2012 at 12:54 PM UTC
brian-oarr
Ghazal Ephemra
Meteor streaks an onyx sky, thoughts vaporize without a tail Words have seized the winds, usurped control from ideas Page absorbs a mutant slang, lines malinger with an attitude Inspiration silhouettes reason, unblemished by banality Grant language mellifluence or condemn the poet to monologue Lost are themes, jewels of a lifetime separated by melancholy vicissitudes
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If I could melt the confines of my body and spread out into the ocean / I would / push through jagged unwieldy rocks in my path / take up as much space as I need / gently remind the unsettled shores of my presence / encourage my finned inhabitants as they trek across / race past the sharks without a racing heart / vaporize into the sky / and undulate with the moon for all eternity.
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Apr 7, 2022
Apr 7, 2022 at 8:37 PM UTC
soulmusings
body swap.
If I could melt the confines of my body and spread out into the ocean / I would / push through jagged unwieldy rocks in my path / take up as much space as I need / gently remind the unsettled shores of my presence / encourage my finned inhabitants as they trek across / race past the sharks without a racing heart / vaporize into the sky / and undulate with the moon for all eternity.
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I don't want to exist I want to melt into The darkness, Vaporize in the air, Only to envelope you, After every sunset, And be the one you breathe.
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May 11, 2016
May 11, 2016 at 12:56 AM UTC
kastoori-barua
To Exist
I don't want to exist I want to melt into The darkness, Vaporize in the air, Only to envelope you, After every sunset, And be the one you breathe.
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I have to admit That I immediately knew what the media meant As I grew up I drew out- Side lines Meaning kinds when you omit the 'n' so I'm sent To set askew a few lies, yes my butterfly knife flies like a feather pen oh I've been A berserker moving farther Further herding words heard for war it's forward But since before he was drafted roughly but justly Just to sink in ink engrafted ****** because he's Made for brigades who blockade it to shock it Force it shoot it and make it play its poor music to Bach it Oh face it, we rock it The battalion's out there and they're shouting I'm silent but they rattle Yeah my rabble of stallions, they're rowdy But of course, off course it is not all Norse my love because They say the other north Yeah your horizontal course turned up with a Tincture of madness And that is the one, single error and I'm glad of it If you catch it Maybe a troublemaker by nature but baby a peace speaker missing demeanor With misdemeanors when getting meaner But I practice a bit In an out-there train re-accident be- Cause the battalion's out there while they're shouting I'm silent but they rattle rapidly Yeah my rabble of battle lions rabid To vaporize vapid rabbits They're rowdy and And love is getting much louder than growling it's It's sounding much louder than growling
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May 12, 2014
May 12, 2014 at 8:29 PM UTC
criss-jami
Berserker (Much Louder Than Growling)
I have to admit That I immediately knew what the media meant As I grew up I drew out- Side lines Meaning kinds when you omit the 'n' so I'm sent To set askew a few lies, yes my butterfly knife flies like a feather pen oh I've been A berserker moving farther Further herding words heard for war it's forward But since before he was drafted roughly but justly Just to sink in ink engrafted ****** because he's Made for brigades who blockade it to shock it Force it shoot it and make it play its poor music to Bach it Oh face it, we rock it The battalion's out there and they're shouting I'm silent but they rattle Yeah my rabble of stallions, they're rowdy But of course, off course it is not all Norse my love because They say the other north Yeah your horizontal course turned up with a Tincture of madness And that is the one, single error and I'm glad of it If you catch it Maybe a troublemaker by nature but baby a peace speaker missing demeanor With misdemeanors when getting meaner But I practice a bit In an out-there train re-accident be- Cause the battalion's out there while they're shouting I'm silent but they rattle rapidly Yeah my rabble of battle lions rabid To vaporize vapid rabbits They're rowdy and And love is getting much louder than growling it's It's sounding much louder than growling
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Whirl and swirl Down deep within This heart-heat  Spin Nosedive into Outer limits through Our imagination With water and fire Renewed As we descend Pulsating beats Pursue Ablaze Beneath Our Skin Evaporate with me Moving away from Swamps of... Misunderstanding Evaporate with me Into a basin of Outstanding Rapture let  Me capture You my Sweet Tears fall into pools Rejuvenated As we dive into A puddle of mirrors Can you See yourself  Through the eyes Of someone else That you've Become In me? Floating above High springs that Swell and breathe You are the fire  That burns  Inside of me You are the river That flows  Indefinitely An infinite well  Of flowing creeks Buckets of Flames and  Vibrant streams Channeled into  Estuary dreams Behold our Atlantic destiny Our Indian Ocean of Open arms And misty Colored Schemes Rivers and Lakes  Harbor  Us Safely A love-filled Gulf retreat Fists full Of fire and Adriatic Seas Evaporate with me Moving away from Swamps of...  Misunderstanding Swimming in an Abyss of believing In our mystery Paddle through the mud Sweep through the debris That would hold Us back from Wading with Wonder Carefully I will carry you With every stroke Plunge into our Outer limits To evoke The innermost Parts that we Confide in One another A pond of Affection Silver Reflection A soul-mate Connection Watch as the bubbles Rise before our eyes A reservoir of Blue skies Fire and ice Intertwined in White Light Golden blue and Coral hues Vaporize and Fade Into a  Perfect Sound Surrounding View Evaporate with me Moving away from Swamps of... Misunderstanding Evaporate with me Into a basin of Outstanding Rapture let  Me capture You my Sweet My altogether vestibule My love-lamp fuel My golden rule You are free to Float here In our Pool © tHE tERRY tREE
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Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 1:30 AM UTC
terry-tree
POOL
Whirl and swirl Down deep within This heart-heat  Spin Nosedive into Outer limits through Our imagination With water and fire Renewed As we descend Pulsating beats Pursue Ablaze Beneath Our Skin Evaporate with me Moving away from Swamps of... Misunderstanding Evaporate with me Into a basin of Outstanding Rapture let  Me capture You my Sweet Tears fall into pools Rejuvenated As we dive into A puddle of mirrors Can you See yourself  Through the eyes Of someone else That you've Become In me? Floating above High springs that Swell and breathe You are the fire  That burns  Inside of me You are the river That flows  Indefinitely An infinite well  Of flowing creeks Buckets of Flames and  Vibrant streams Channeled into  Estuary dreams Behold our Atlantic destiny Our Indian Ocean of Open arms And misty Colored Schemes Rivers and Lakes  Harbor  Us Safely A love-filled Gulf retreat Fists full Of fire and Adriatic Seas Evaporate with me Moving away from Swamps of...  Misunderstanding Swimming in an Abyss of believing In our mystery Paddle through the mud Sweep through the debris That would hold Us back from Wading with Wonder Carefully I will carry you With every stroke Plunge into our Outer limits To evoke The innermost Parts that we Confide in One another A pond of Affection Silver Reflection A soul-mate Connection Watch as the bubbles Rise before our eyes A reservoir of Blue skies Fire and ice Intertwined in White Light Golden blue and Coral hues Vaporize and Fade Into a  Perfect Sound Surrounding View Evaporate with me Moving away from Swamps of... Misunderstanding Evaporate with me Into a basin of Outstanding Rapture let  Me capture You my Sweet My altogether vestibule My love-lamp fuel My golden rule You are free to Float here In our Pool © tHE tERRY tREE
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Hello little fly lying there on the ground Did you ever stop to think what end would come around? Did you ever wonder how it may all end? What kind of death that fate did wait to quickly your way send? Most of the time generally you get old and die All the buzzing stops at once, and in silence there you lie Another common way in which you may have died Is when your inside someones house and they spray insecticide You start to get all dizzy and fly iratically As the chemicals penetrate and affect you dramatically After a few seconds though, you stop flying around at all On your back you spin around break dancing there you sprawl Another way that's quicker and happens just like that Is when you're swiftly swatted and you insides go 'Ker-splat!' That is rather messy as everyone can see All your guts and blood get spread. Oh my goodness me! All your little entrails and intestines so fine And look at that. Your blood is red! The same color as like mine! Sometimes there are even eggs that get squirted out A death and an abortion, simultaneously no doubt There's also an electric zapper that does a real fast job Twenty thousand volts that your life from you does rob You simply explode and your parts vaporize Into fly mist without any time to say your last goodbyes But the slowest and most gruesome by far seems to be The fly strip that beckons you with a smell of food for free As soon as you land there thinking it's a treat You find yourself stuck there by your six little feet The more you struggle though, the more the glue does bind But it seems to take very long, you for death to find Sometimes you squirm there for oh so many hours Sometimes so stuck moving would take super powers And then what is this grossness that I see Little tiny baby worms squirming out of thee I wonder if they realize that you're in trouble dire And decide to abandon ship to escape the deadly mire I guess it is that you flies have no morals or loyalty The only thing on your minds survival seems to be
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Dec 10, 2012
Dec 10, 2012 at 4:05 AM UTC
mike-west
Oh My Fly, How Did You Die?
Hello little fly lying there on the ground Did you ever stop to think what end would come around? Did you ever wonder how it may all end? What kind of death that fate did wait to quickly your way send? Most of the time generally you get old and die All the buzzing stops at once, and in silence there you lie Another common way in which you may have died Is when your inside someones house and they spray insecticide You start to get all dizzy and fly iratically As the chemicals penetrate and affect you dramatically After a few seconds though, you stop flying around at all On your back you spin around break dancing there you sprawl Another way that's quicker and happens just like that Is when you're swiftly swatted and you insides go 'Ker-splat!' That is rather messy as everyone can see All your guts and blood get spread. Oh my goodness me! All your little entrails and intestines so fine And look at that. Your blood is red! The same color as like mine! Sometimes there are even eggs that get squirted out A death and an abortion, simultaneously no doubt There's also an electric zapper that does a real fast job Twenty thousand volts that your life from you does rob You simply explode and your parts vaporize Into fly mist without any time to say your last goodbyes But the slowest and most gruesome by far seems to be The fly strip that beckons you with a smell of food for free As soon as you land there thinking it's a treat You find yourself stuck there by your six little feet The more you struggle though, the more the glue does bind But it seems to take very long, you for death to find Sometimes you squirm there for oh so many hours Sometimes so stuck moving would take super powers And then what is this grossness that I see Little tiny baby worms squirming out of thee I wonder if they realize that you're in trouble dire And decide to abandon ship to escape the deadly mire I guess it is that you flies have no morals or loyalty The only thing on your minds survival seems to be
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I used too feel whole Bowl after bowl I'd watch my life each day Just vaporize Or go up in smoke I gag and I choke I sleep and I puke When's it enough I made out twice It wasn't by fluke Once to coke the other too ice It wasn't till near death I realized I need to wake up And stop acting victimized Too my surprise I get too see another day
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Oct 24, 2015
Oct 24, 2015 at 8:51 PM UTC
LostSouls
My reflection..
I used too feel whole Bowl after bowl I'd watch my life each day Just vaporize Or go up in smoke I gag and I choke I sleep and I puke When's it enough I made out twice It wasn't by fluke Once to coke the other too ice It wasn't till near death I realized I need to wake up And stop acting victimized Too my surprise I get too see another day
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i  miss you very much very often very frequently it will never vanish or even vaporize it will just volumize more and more this is voluntary i surrender my vulnerability coz this love is visible this will be viral vocal ****** vital vivacious viable even if just for now it is just virtual xo
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Dec 29, 2020
Dec 29, 2020 at 4:26 AM UTC
mykarocknrollin
V
i  miss you very much very often very frequently it will never vanish or even vaporize it will just volumize more and more this is voluntary i surrender my vulnerability coz this love is visible this will be viral vocal ****** vital vivacious viable even if just for now it is just virtual xo
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January winter objectivity the coldest month of the year a month that bring most folks to tears Wooly shawls, fluffy robes doggy ears slippers struggles to warm the curse of your cold feet ~~ Early to bed, and early to rise Followed by a hot cup of fresh mint tea Vick vaporize that stings your eyes Would make a blind person see clearly ~~ Re-corking that age old red wine from nineteen eighty-nine with two wines glasses on the top cabinet In hopes of one day for another romantic setting Or most likely your daughter futuristic June wedding ~~ let’s accepted the unacceptable I cannot imagine a winter without snow a summer without the hot blasting sun or autumn without the leaves  slowly falling to the ground, mother nature the grief we feel your unalterable changes of your teaching once again you have won this round
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Jan 8, 2014
Jan 8, 2014 at 12:42 PM UTC
darknbeautiful-1
January
January winter objectivity the coldest month of the year a month that bring most folks to tears Wooly shawls, fluffy robes doggy ears slippers struggles to warm the curse of your cold feet ~~ Early to bed, and early to rise Followed by a hot cup of fresh mint tea Vick vaporize that stings your eyes Would make a blind person see clearly ~~ Re-corking that age old red wine from nineteen eighty-nine with two wines glasses on the top cabinet In hopes of one day for another romantic setting Or most likely your daughter futuristic June wedding ~~ let’s accepted the unacceptable I cannot imagine a winter without snow a summer without the hot blasting sun or autumn without the leaves  slowly falling to the ground, mother nature the grief we feel your unalterable changes of your teaching once again you have won this round
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And it is true, that if tomorrow the oceans go dry and the seas vaporize like water in a pan, I won't know how to react. I might scream, I might hear my aunt scream I might see my grandma rush to the stove. I might see my mother rush to my grandma. I might see them spill water from the faucet onto the pan on fire While I stand still still watching how the world reacts as the oceans go dry as the seas vaporize and there isn't a stove nor water to set the fire on Earth off.
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Feb 7, 2014
Feb 7, 2014 at 11:50 PM UTC
everlasting
Water On The Stove
And it is true, that if tomorrow the oceans go dry and the seas vaporize like water in a pan, I won't know how to react. I might scream, I might hear my aunt scream I might see my grandma rush to the stove. I might see my mother rush to my grandma. I might see them spill water from the faucet onto the pan on fire While I stand still still watching how the world reacts as the oceans go dry as the seas vaporize and there isn't a stove nor water to set the fire on Earth off.
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When the west moon tilts and goes on the wane Becomes a dying streak on your windowpane Your frenzied sleepless mind breaks in roaring lust To hammer the unyielding night into powdery dust! All else but you in slumber dwell Your rebellious thoughts burn hunger’s fuel To pry out from darkness fading treasures of night Dig them intact and bring them to light! You could buy peace and live within norms Bathe in moon’s kiss stay away from storms But a ****** madness in you wreaks havoc You nurture it, allow it to run amok! Past the ebullience of night your furies vaporize Can’t hold back the transience, stay in poet’s disguise The dawn would devour it for transform you it must To conventional sanity from the garb of an iconoclast!
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Sep 30, 2013
Sep 30, 2013 at 4:02 AM UTC
pradip-chattopadhyay
Duality
When the west moon tilts and goes on the wane Becomes a dying streak on your windowpane Your frenzied sleepless mind breaks in roaring lust To hammer the unyielding night into powdery dust! All else but you in slumber dwell Your rebellious thoughts burn hunger’s fuel To pry out from darkness fading treasures of night Dig them intact and bring them to light! You could buy peace and live within norms Bathe in moon’s kiss stay away from storms But a ****** madness in you wreaks havoc You nurture it, allow it to run amok! Past the ebullience of night your furies vaporize Can’t hold back the transience, stay in poet’s disguise The dawn would devour it for transform you it must To conventional sanity from the garb of an iconoclast!
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You told me my colors clashed But I think them more to dash and lash out at passersby to sing and scream, to shout to sigh and shrug, to let it all out To breathe real deep and hold it there my chest the spectrum swells to a tear dulls, pallids, dry and opaque to sing and scream, to shout, to shake. Violently to wake. Violently vaporize voluptuously from lustful lucidity lusciously to chromatically color kaleidoscopically and wake. Silently shake and to... Brilliantly Break. Such a brilliant break, the day's. To shatter smoothly in calm collision through the dripping dew, the haze Oh the grip of you, the taste         Such a fantastic fission Illuminate           Such a drastic decision in a dreamstate.              Such a calm collision. You told me my colors clashed. *Your eyes, my sinking shrine A wishing well in Town Square filled with hope and change over time Long and Loving I would sweetly stare copper glowin' fine Your eyes, at the present, you forgot to mention what new love with my coins did you buy? Your eyes, at the present, you forgot to mention was my wishing well shrine emptied in the night? Your eyes, at the present, you forgot to mention why void of shine, lined with lies?* You told me my colors clashed Your eyes, though sublime, Maybe Mis-matched.
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Sep 16, 2011
Sep 16, 2011 at 1:30 AM UTC
LamarLewis
Your Eyes, the Present.
You told me my colors clashed But I think them more to dash and lash out at passersby to sing and scream, to shout to sigh and shrug, to let it all out To breathe real deep and hold it there my chest the spectrum swells to a tear dulls, pallids, dry and opaque to sing and scream, to shout, to shake. Violently to wake. Violently vaporize voluptuously from lustful lucidity lusciously to chromatically color kaleidoscopically and wake. Silently shake and to... Brilliantly Break. Such a brilliant break, the day's. To shatter smoothly in calm collision through the dripping dew, the haze Oh the grip of you, the taste         Such a fantastic fission Illuminate           Such a drastic decision in a dreamstate.              Such a calm collision. You told me my colors clashed. *Your eyes, my sinking shrine A wishing well in Town Square filled with hope and change over time Long and Loving I would sweetly stare copper glowin' fine Your eyes, at the present, you forgot to mention what new love with my coins did you buy? Your eyes, at the present, you forgot to mention was my wishing well shrine emptied in the night? Your eyes, at the present, you forgot to mention why void of shine, lined with lies?* You told me my colors clashed Your eyes, though sublime, Maybe Mis-matched.
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The girl with the eyes That crinkle at the sides That shows she hasn't lost faith in the world just yet. Don't look at me I'm not talking about me! I've seen the good, the bad and the ugly. And what it boils down to Is that we're all just ghosts With our own missed connections And transparent ambitions. But that girl with the eyes That crinkle at the sides She's got an oyster in a shell, Waiting for her pearl hotel Holding on to the idea That she has a role to fill But the time will pass And she'll see that She's just another ghost with a past. And when the world has no more girls with the eyes That crinkle at the sides I'm convinced we'll all vaporize And the air will fill with our dusty dreams And settle to the ground in a thick, ***** film Then, like a pillow torn at the seams The cycle will begin again Starting with white, fluffy hope, Next comes the question, Then hits the reality, And last is the dark, dark feeling that you were wrong all along. Because, face it... There is no meaning to life.
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Mar 15, 2013
Mar 15, 2013 at 8:30 AM UTC
savannah-varney
There is No Meaning to Life.
The girl with the eyes That crinkle at the sides That shows she hasn't lost faith in the world just yet. Don't look at me I'm not talking about me! I've seen the good, the bad and the ugly. And what it boils down to Is that we're all just ghosts With our own missed connections And transparent ambitions. But that girl with the eyes That crinkle at the sides She's got an oyster in a shell, Waiting for her pearl hotel Holding on to the idea That she has a role to fill But the time will pass And she'll see that She's just another ghost with a past. And when the world has no more girls with the eyes That crinkle at the sides I'm convinced we'll all vaporize And the air will fill with our dusty dreams And settle to the ground in a thick, ***** film Then, like a pillow torn at the seams The cycle will begin again Starting with white, fluffy hope, Next comes the question, Then hits the reality, And last is the dark, dark feeling that you were wrong all along. Because, face it... There is no meaning to life.
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my barricade has become a prison 4 walls that shrink every day and slowly cut off my oxygen they worked too well i sing to them in a melancholy tone more often heard in the mouths of whales there's a sea of bones and they’re pricking at stray scraps look out there, past where the sky meets the earth if you look hard enough you’ll see it cold and empty and sloshing it calls to me now “leave me now” i say to the space beside me before you go pre-heat the oven to 950 i need a warm place to rest and that sounds about right skeletal hands grip around my expanding skin and pull me down tight tight tight they sew me a corset of my own rough skin teeth flood my throat and scratch at my collarbone self-inflicted sorrow heart disease in a can barreling through my system, how much longer do i got, doc?  my bones are unknitting and my brain is unraveling pink tendrils sinking to the bottom of my skull, goodbye little ones, i never did use that much anyways my skin peels beneath my fingers and my light won't turn out 5 am and i'm a halfway alcoholic all i need is the ***** my capillaries have frozen and i'm an ice rink now sliced and diced and punched into shape ready to ride over  no words left no line gaps no punctuation  who has time for that when they're doing nothing? i haven't eaten in a week and i'm still spewing everywhere pressure points and muscle strands oozing against my frame i can feel all my ribs beneath my hands and the jelly will vaporize and i’ll just soften maybe if i push hard enough the skin around them will shatter and i’ll collapse inward well now it appears that i’ve undone myself
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Sep 22, 2013
Sep 22, 2013 at 12:55 PM UTC
sara-13
unhealth
my barricade has become a prison 4 walls that shrink every day and slowly cut off my oxygen they worked too well i sing to them in a melancholy tone more often heard in the mouths of whales there's a sea of bones and they’re pricking at stray scraps look out there, past where the sky meets the earth if you look hard enough you’ll see it cold and empty and sloshing it calls to me now “leave me now” i say to the space beside me before you go pre-heat the oven to 950 i need a warm place to rest and that sounds about right skeletal hands grip around my expanding skin and pull me down tight tight tight they sew me a corset of my own rough skin teeth flood my throat and scratch at my collarbone self-inflicted sorrow heart disease in a can barreling through my system, how much longer do i got, doc?  my bones are unknitting and my brain is unraveling pink tendrils sinking to the bottom of my skull, goodbye little ones, i never did use that much anyways my skin peels beneath my fingers and my light won't turn out 5 am and i'm a halfway alcoholic all i need is the ***** my capillaries have frozen and i'm an ice rink now sliced and diced and punched into shape ready to ride over  no words left no line gaps no punctuation  who has time for that when they're doing nothing? i haven't eaten in a week and i'm still spewing everywhere pressure points and muscle strands oozing against my frame i can feel all my ribs beneath my hands and the jelly will vaporize and i’ll just soften maybe if i push hard enough the skin around them will shatter and i’ll collapse inward well now it appears that i’ve undone myself
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this is how you’re gonna go far, 1.5. this is how you’re gonna prove them wrong. first, drop the number. though they tell you otherwise, it is as much a part of you as the gum you stick under your desk. this world wasn’t made for decimals or the 4.0’s who couldn’t scrape the digits off their skin if you handed them a chainsaw. you’re not going where they’re going. forget everything about balancing chemical equations and own the way you drink your coffee black — one day it’ll impress the gold-skinned barista girl and craft a story that the periodic table could only dream of. purge the formulas from your system and replace them with bus routes and train schedules and how to become properly lost. there is no theorem for the fire escapes you’ll sneak onto or the celestial alleyways you’ll stumble across. know your strengths, because they’re practically shining out of your pores. literary analysis is worthless compared to the way you talk to strangers, and the genius you’ll find shooting up underneath the overpass won’t care about how much russian literature you’ve read. what he’ll care about is how you paint him every sunset he’s ever missed with the words you send echoing off the concrete. let every answer you’ve ever bubbled in vaporize with your mid-december sidewalk breath and don’t wait to see whose haggard face they blow into next. you’re not going where they’re going. you are not a number. you are who this world was made for.
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Jun 27, 2013
Jun 27, 2013 at 10:13 PM UTC
samuel-auden-moore
a poem for the academically challenged
this is how you’re gonna go far, 1.5. this is how you’re gonna prove them wrong. first, drop the number. though they tell you otherwise, it is as much a part of you as the gum you stick under your desk. this world wasn’t made for decimals or the 4.0’s who couldn’t scrape the digits off their skin if you handed them a chainsaw. you’re not going where they’re going. forget everything about balancing chemical equations and own the way you drink your coffee black — one day it’ll impress the gold-skinned barista girl and craft a story that the periodic table could only dream of. purge the formulas from your system and replace them with bus routes and train schedules and how to become properly lost. there is no theorem for the fire escapes you’ll sneak onto or the celestial alleyways you’ll stumble across. know your strengths, because they’re practically shining out of your pores. literary analysis is worthless compared to the way you talk to strangers, and the genius you’ll find shooting up underneath the overpass won’t care about how much russian literature you’ve read. what he’ll care about is how you paint him every sunset he’s ever missed with the words you send echoing off the concrete. let every answer you’ve ever bubbled in vaporize with your mid-december sidewalk breath and don’t wait to see whose haggard face they blow into next. you’re not going where they’re going. you are not a number. you are who this world was made for.
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*Isn't she such a magnet irresistible? does she feel that too, each of us attract the other?* which divine hand intervenes to vaporize, ego, anger and greed, that blinds?
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Aug 29, 2012
Aug 29, 2012 at 1:01 PM UTC
k-balachandran
Astounding magnetic property
*Isn't she such a magnet irresistible? does she feel that too, each of us attract the other?* which divine hand intervenes to vaporize, ego, anger and greed, that blinds?
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Hidden in the shadows bright light burning red such beauty in sight Torch-flames in the passionate air mesmerized by his dancing flare Darkness fall with scornful thunder glowing dimly as an ember caressing heat could still be felt, making this ice to smile and melt must not touch the fire they all say for it could lit a single hay simply fire and ice can't collide we could vanish so must abide Burning coal could slowly go low could vaporize the winter snow my passionate fire, holding tight calming heat with all might trembling ground of the frozen river the heart of ice seems to quiver like olaf said that i adore, "some people are worth melting for"
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Apr 30, 2015
Apr 30, 2015 at 12:40 AM UTC
rhiz
The Ice and the Passionate Fire
Hidden in the shadows bright light burning red such beauty in sight Torch-flames in the passionate air mesmerized by his dancing flare Darkness fall with scornful thunder glowing dimly as an ember caressing heat could still be felt, making this ice to smile and melt must not touch the fire they all say for it could lit a single hay simply fire and ice can't collide we could vanish so must abide Burning coal could slowly go low could vaporize the winter snow my passionate fire, holding tight calming heat with all might trembling ground of the frozen river the heart of ice seems to quiver like olaf said that i adore, "some people are worth melting for"
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a wish flies to skies Swims against the star-glittery streams and inspires the coolest of breeze cincturing a mount ridge to carve a glimpse of an ice goddess made of a pellucid kiss O the flamboyant curves of the temptress abiding the blue-sky shall too one day vaporize by the fire of a touch to deliver a seed of sprouts within the dissipated yearning of the fumes lovers scintillate aureate gleam of the celestial bliss on a non starry sky whence becoming a home to their eyes the moon smiles to exhilarate You by a dawn flower born from love’s secret meeting unmanifest until You have vivified an unknown myrrh in your dream An aroma of true desire by which I shall be born and reshape most elegantly most delicately to dissolve in the euphoria of this incarnating bath made of breath seducing the immaculate flavor of nectar glaring like the mastic of the pine on your tongue for I’ve left my fasting heart in vows of truth to be able to answer your question about what I have meant by my ’you are my first’ resurrecting letters now to a whisper clinging like a perennial symphony in your ears only once heard in the absence of full trust shall it too stop wobbling this waking reality from its truth I would stay then still invariably (unheard) in your ears to aid you create A harmony born universe of here and now as you open and close your eyes and teach me yogas I shall not assume of things and beings Anymore but be the one and the only divine posture of the devi that shall unite me to you Eternally
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Apr 16, 2016
Apr 16, 2016 at 9:22 AM UTC
dnalumuland
Unborn
a wish flies to skies Swims against the star-glittery streams and inspires the coolest of breeze cincturing a mount ridge to carve a glimpse of an ice goddess made of a pellucid kiss O the flamboyant curves of the temptress abiding the blue-sky shall too one day vaporize by the fire of a touch to deliver a seed of sprouts within the dissipated yearning of the fumes lovers scintillate aureate gleam of the celestial bliss on a non starry sky whence becoming a home to their eyes the moon smiles to exhilarate You by a dawn flower born from love’s secret meeting unmanifest until You have vivified an unknown myrrh in your dream An aroma of true desire by which I shall be born and reshape most elegantly most delicately to dissolve in the euphoria of this incarnating bath made of breath seducing the immaculate flavor of nectar glaring like the mastic of the pine on your tongue for I’ve left my fasting heart in vows of truth to be able to answer your question about what I have meant by my ’you are my first’ resurrecting letters now to a whisper clinging like a perennial symphony in your ears only once heard in the absence of full trust shall it too stop wobbling this waking reality from its truth I would stay then still invariably (unheard) in your ears to aid you create A harmony born universe of here and now as you open and close your eyes and teach me yogas I shall not assume of things and beings Anymore but be the one and the only divine posture of the devi that shall unite me to you Eternally
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