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1.
inexplicable things
that we sense
like wings fluttering
in the shadows
or chest rising with the effort
of feeling
crystal chandeliers
so fragile in the wind
shards of memory
piercing the stillness
and screams silenced
with agony
the lashes to our eyes
hurt and bleed
come again
and wound me
so close to breaking
I can see the cracks.
they widen
and begin to disintegrate
the holes patched
the pain "forgotten"
(as if things
like that can just go away)
I see light
cold and clear through dry eyelashes
whispers in the ink
and music that sings
2.
inexplicable things
darling and sweet
unmistakable
…and there
I see the light in your eyes
I hear your warm heart
I know your thoughts
…I feel you here
there it is
on the raven's wings:
happiness…
on the feathers of pain
I can see the black
far away
but always close
as a dream (nightmare)
I am not lost
I can see beauty
light is fun to watch…
dancing in the eddies
hands are warm
inviting and open
new for me and my still heart
who are you?
a new word is mine
never mine before
glass – fragile with color prisms:
happy.
3.
inexplicable things
so incomprehensible
and wrong
opposite and backwards
impossible to understand
I don't…
a paradox
brows furrowed
flashes and color
exploding
rampant, run wild
and be beautiful
yes or no?
stutter in silence
numb and trapped
words with no explanation
behind the scenes
a fairy (or elf?)
pulls the strings
marionette or voodoo doll?
highs and lows
intense beyond measure
tears and smiles
either or, or even together
what is this creature?
the piano plays on
rising notes
in question
inexplicable things
that we sense
like wings fluttering
in the shadows
or chest rising with the effort
of feeling
crystal chandeliers
so fragile in the wind
shards of memory
piercing the stillness
and screams silenced
with agony
the lashes to our eyes
hurt and bleed
come again
and wound me
so close to breaking
I can see the cracks.
they widen
and begin to disintegrate
the holes patched
the pain "forgotten"
(as if things
like that can just go away)
I see light
cold and clear through dry eyelashes
whispers in the ink
and music that sings
2.
inexplicable things
darling and sweet
unmistakable
…and there
I see the light in your eyes
I hear your warm heart
I know your thoughts
…I feel you here
there it is
on the raven's wings:
happiness…
on the feathers of pain
I can see the black
far away
but always close
as a dream (nightmare)
I am not lost
I can see beauty
light is fun to watch…
dancing in the eddies
hands are warm
inviting and open
new for me and my still heart
who are you?
a new word is mine
never mine before
glass – fragile with color prisms:
happy.
3.
inexplicable things
so incomprehensible
and wrong
opposite and backwards
impossible to understand
I don't…
a paradox
brows furrowed
flashes and color
exploding
rampant, run wild
and be beautiful
yes or no?
stutter in silence
numb and trapped
words with no explanation
behind the scenes
a fairy (or elf?)
pulls the strings
marionette or voodoo doll?
highs and lows
intense beyond measure
tears and smiles
either or, or even together
what is this creature?
the piano plays on
rising notes
in question
Literature
Untitled
I spend my sleepless nights
deconstructing her suicide
and gnawing on regret--
because I always told her she was a star-child
born for better worlds and quiet days
alive at night and in the rain.
And as I lay on summer grass, damp with dew,
with only the moon to witness, and
with her head on my chest,
her breathing even and slow with the whisper of sleep,
I promised her that she would be fine.
But I am a liar--
white words turn black in time,
as she was no fool, no child, no blessed angel.
She was the girl who had demons in her veins
raking her wrists, pulling at her throat
bleeding in her eyes and staining her heart
she
Literature
Untitled
1. her sunset hair all
hell-bound and flickering
like the memories of us
at 2:00am trying to spark
a liver-fire.
she never screamed.
That’s what’s different about us:
I’m all lungs and April
droughts, cracking,
until the showers bloom
cornered in my eyes,
and I praise God.
I praise God.
she quivers in a humid silence.
Literature
untitled
seducing the writer
is pointless;
he'll seduce himself
if you're silent.
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inexplicable things
of inexcusable nature,
unidentifiable creature,
and unthinkable torture.
we three
illusive be
hiding identity
in mystery
What did I do right? wrong?
Anything unclear? Are the images understandable? Is there anything confusing?
Can you feel the emotions? What ones can you identify?
And...what are "the three"?
EDIT:
=DrippingWords was sweet enough to suggest and feature this as a DLD here: [link]! Thank you, my friend!
EDIT 7/14 Hear me read it here!
of inexcusable nature,
unidentifiable creature,
and unthinkable torture.
we three
illusive be
hiding identity
in mystery
What did I do right? wrong?
Anything unclear? Are the images understandable? Is there anything confusing?
Can you feel the emotions? What ones can you identify?
And...what are "the three"?
EDIT:
=DrippingWords was sweet enough to suggest and feature this as a DLD here: [link]! Thank you, my friend!
EDIT 7/14 Hear me read it here!
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I liked this poem, it was long and interesting, I would of made it a little shorter, but this wasn't a bad start at all.
You had a good idea, and you took the idea and did well with writing this, all the words and all, made it come together well, something people put all the right words in the wrong places, but you didn't.
You did well with the technique, and it made this poem turn out well, keep trying to change up all your new poems, always good to try to do new things.
This poem was interesting and does have a big impact, keep up the good work, the more i read the more I see you try to get better at what you do.