sunkissed looksgently tug my inhibitions
swollen with anticipation
heart stuttering a syncopated beat
eyes that reach across an endless ocean
tide of wavering emotions
tidal wave against my smooth
reflections in your sight
words that fly above
your starry night
reach my morning sun-kissed
looks and heaving sighs
love unites past-present hills and sand
to shine its light beyond another night
my future folds within a smile of
shadows holding hands
Note To Self
I
Remember to write a poem,
today would be nice.
But, if you forget to read this,
do it tomorrow then!
II
Did you remember
to write the poem?
No? Please start it now.
Write about laughter
and the joys of morning.
III
This is your final warning!
Write a poem, please!
You get nowhere in life
if you are slack in thought.
IV
While I am here making notes,
I might as well do the poem.
V
Performance - A Pleiades
Performance poetry
perhaps is better
performed to an audience:
people who enjoy
poetry and the fine art of
prose, spoken politely,
positively and clearly.
:*
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damned candle just won't go out
take care sweetie, love, now
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*the soles of my shoes look damn beautiful*
As I walk this lonely night the images of discontent seduce the fears within, I dream of life prolonged and powers beyond this fragile moment trapped behind the reflected thoughts and my dreams are quashed as rain hits my face and stings the tender skin.
Solitude brushes the air that travels with delicacy towards my lungs of fire and I sigh softly to the stars that hang upon the dark carpet above my quiet movement which comforts my heart, time is lost so casually while the urban nightmare stares at me without compassion.
A second is but a second as an hour is but an hour in the delicate haze I wonder, future thoughts hang just out of sight and entice me to follow their mysterious beauty, but the here and now forbids my fancy, with tremors beside me for company I take another step forward only to find desire’s death.
Nighttime noises stalk the air as clouds of grey and black wander the heavens, cars rush by my eyes with fierce lights burning the visions that grab hold of my attention and fold them into memory, deeply I look upon the afterglow while somewhere close a cat scratches the air with a cry.
I stroke another second fondly and move with purpose towards the moment where hope weeps, the city sleeps soundly around me as my footsteps leave watery graves for all the minute lives clinging to life’s breath, I steal a glimpse at time’s face only to see my own reflection within a casual disarray.
This naked night is mine to play with and to love with all of my heart and soul, I can laugh or cry or sing despair far into the morning’s yawn but this night I stay within the boundaries of hope, to find the place where I beg\n to know myself and not lie hopelessly to my battered soul.
Edging ever closer to the start of the circle where I began I think of the love I lost, wonder strangles me softly while a face smiles hate out to smash the sterile memory and a tear leaps from my eyes, it lands upon my hand and washes the colour from the red rose staining my aging shedding skin.
Not a soul has passed me by as my thoughts and dreams have strolled into view, everything is quiet as I cast my gaze around me to lock onto a broken light above my head so full of broken promises, the cold dances lightly within my bones while the now heavy rain beats a funeral tune upon me.
Sorrow walks into my heart and pleads for me to walk with it awhile and speak of times gone and dark days rush upon me to cover my heavy tears so black they poison all that they touch without malice, the feeling fades as quickly as it came and I stand motionless for what seems an eternity.
With regret comforting me as I move towards my warm bed where love is waiting to greet me, the cold is deep inside me now as I close out the night’s air and quietly slip into her arms which welcome me in sleep, in utter darkness I now lie with wide eyes brushing nothing but the fears that I set out with.
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*the soles of my shoes look damn beautiful*
tongues wrap sensation
desired delight
Artzo
juggling chocolate fishcakes
and burning popodoms
i wiggle a blue flip-flop
from the corner of toes.
whoops there goes a popodom,
right down the greggory peck,
hot as the shores of imagined hell
it waves goodbye to this life,
and another slips right down,
it never even touched the sides,
then a fishcake dives right after it
with chocolate taste exploding
the fish into salmon paste.
trying to figure out how this place works... browsing about and trying stuff at the moment hehe
later...xx *hug*
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Human behavior is often... hm.. *pondering*
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