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 Apr 2022 Vanessa Gatley
Tyler
my entire life would feel complete
if you did nothing but embrace me.
i thought there a life we were to know eachother.

my tears of millenia

would release. all my tension, depression, dark thoughts

would be nothing to your starry glory.
i hope to reflect that same warmth
in any dreary snow-storm.
your cloudy wear.

i love the person you are
more than i have ever
loved another.
i see you in the puddles or
a flower, or a rainbow.

a kiss would **** me
and i could be born anew.

you are the sun
and i am but the sprout that grew.
 Apr 2022 Vanessa Gatley
Laura
i used to trace stars
around your spaces
& kiss your neck with hope
now i’m doing shrooms,
getting a masters diploma,
& listening to too much Lorde
Poets are a strange bunch-
we enjoy the fall until we've hit the ground.
Sometimes we push ourselves if
for nothing but the art.
Oh, how we find that spark
in the darkness of suffering.
Indeed, what a mad bunch we are,
to find sanity in our madness
and I wouldn't have it
any other way.
You are the gloriously gorgeous sun
That pours through my heart
A heaven-sent brightness
Suffused with sweetness
That lights up my world

You are a marvelous morning sky
Imbued with bright white clouds
Wide-winged wondrous birds
Traveling in the immensely brilliant blue sky

You are a sizeable lustrous city scene
Resplendent with extravagantly gleaming sights
Flourishing flowery gardens
Remarkably extraordinary trees
Filled with glistening green leaves
Swaying and dancing in the enchantingly heavenly space
A heartland of ardency
Sheer pleasurable adventures
A greatly ingratiating marvel
That gives me immaculate satisfaction
Do you ever feel
strange to be in your own skin-
like a foreigner?

2:09 PM
6/3/22
I want to belong to you
Taste your musical soul
Feel your dopeness in my vessel
Enrapture your gravity
Your sense of balance
Kiss your attractive, kissable lips
Create eclectic dopasetic poetry
On the fervent surface
Stream into your mysteriously dreamy dimension
You are a wondrous wonder
To my fetching dancing eyes
The clock is ticking,
time is thinning.
I'm withered to a few loose threads,
on the verge of snapping,
threadbare.
It's not fair
that nothing gold can stay
summer fades,
you move away,
youthful days,
and these threads that are frayed
can never be put back together.
Time is brutal, everyone dreads her,
you can run but you can't hide.
The clocking is ticking...
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