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HaloThe sky was abstract so I knew you could relate
I told you I saw a unicorn in the clouds
and asked if you could see anything else up there
You came to life as if the clouds had been following you all morning,
"I've got clouds at my house too!"
You didn't know why I laughed.
You laughed, too, because it was your special mind.
The sky is heavy with guilt today, horned fragility,
I should've known you would love it anyway,
I can hear you tell me there's a heroine in rainbow armor in the sky,
you ask if I can see it too.
I'm not a star as bright as I'd like to be,
but know I'm always here,
just like those silver lining clouds
that follow my Angel home.
You didn't know why I smiled.
You smiled back, because it was your halo heart.
ArsonIt wasn't expected to ignite this, but our words
have long ago run away and your words
are calling me back home
to start a fire in dark hallways
with friction of lead and teardrop matches.
Mutual hardships can smooth sail our rhyme schemes
across sublime between the murky skylines
of debilitating storm waves in the scenery.
Please don't abandon ship, leaving me
to merely imagine your natural resources of breathtaking imagery,
shipwrecked on writer blocked, soul deserted islands...
Yet, unbeknownst to you,
I had already left long ago...
Swept away in the stormy waves
And sent down to drift along the river of life.
It feels like I've gone so far away,
And you... your words are unreachable.
It seems like I'm stranded here
All alone, wordless and empty, but so full
Of yearning, of tears, of ghostly memories
Of the life I once lived...
That's where they are!
I've finally found your words again!
Now... I realise the lie I had been living.
There was no soul deserted island
On which, I, alo
Aloe VeraYour baby and you are perfect sunlight to radiate our spirits
Together we'll do well and feel better keeping her warm
Her white sand belief in me doesn't yet believe
your polluted airways of exhausted fumes
so please settle with second chance clouds in clear skies
so our sound advice of the rain
doesn't cover her in muddy lies
Not gonna mention any names
just gonna lay it out for us in the lost and found box
hoping you come across it before
someone else who's not as forgiving as I was
Those ice cubed stares of yours are trapped heat
browning my skin in overexposure of sun ray eyes
and your slapping of the sunburn on my back
and shoulders you'd rather be crying on
are stinging me to split ends of ocean-salted hair.
Well that felt good getting out in the air.
Best Friend Poet VowsWhen our pens have died
where the ink dried of gray cloud cement
let it lead us down suntanned sidewalks, skipping
over cracks of pale heartbreak and hidden shade
cause we've been alive this whole time
just scared half to death
of being caught in the rain
with the pen's blood on our hands.
Erase it, shake it off, we can stomp
in our blood puddles, jump
from our peeling skin, potholes
to whole new worlds than what we saw from our windows.
We'll sip Life's Lemonade
from the last of our straws
Conversing how those wind currents and windfalls
are still just our oxygen
throwing tornado tantrums for a little color
cause they realize their potential for becoming air balloons.
We can grow from these captured experiences
we can call it photosynthesis
and when our sun rises, yawning
in our flower beds, stretching
our horizons, what words
will bloom from your fertile soiled eyes?
Words are the pollen for our
Writing season Together, as one
Why must we tie the knots if
Wright BrothersHoneysuckle sunlight drips as planned
where I was awaiting birds to whistle their morning dew promises
'Today's a new day.'
Free spirit vapor, so I wrote and I wrote
like King Tut preserving his body to maintain his spirit.
Words floated into space bars
raise of our pens to propose a toast
'You hold the key, key, keyboard to any heart daring to listen.'
I felt like an exaggerated cliche standing in rain
but it's been so long
I believed it as fresh metaphors of my own
bowing at the mercy of acid toes
in its butterscotch gown.
I was a fire ant of anger, my nerves,
twitches of flame, the fear
of pillow smothering smoke clouds, until
I settled as a cooling rain fog, rising
from heated surfaces.
Hold your chest to my ear so I can hear ocean waves
We can smell sea-salt breeze from our hermit shells
So much time to waste
carefree in baby blue turbulence
Banana split sunsets just as planned
prepared for but not e
Get Well CardsHer words choreographed interpretive dance of litter
landscaping desolate childhood neighborhoods.
Eloquent consequence. Elegant coincidence.
Decorative integrity in "There's no other way
to say you're better than this. When you're at your best,
you can go further than that in your hospital room for improvement.
So you've really let yourself go with the ice age
and I can only pray
you take my Get Well cards
to broken heart."
When you slam the door behind you, that's a door in my face
and answers aren't always photogenic but truths can sing
acapella, in one ear and out of tune, forgiven frozen
as you only needed a glacier shoulder to sync with.
Feel free to fall asleep with me, still
gonna have our clashing dreams, stillborn
where everything we touch, birthed premature
dies in its sleep or sinks into coma if lucky. Wishing wells
of lava, engulfing this recurring nightmare I can never remember.
The same way I can never remember
what the Hell we were even fighting about.
MaskShe wears a mask like it’s nothing.
Sometimes I forget it was made by demons.
I forget there’s a person living behind it.
Bridge ClosedIn the city of spires
thrust upward through the body of cloud
a piercing spike of adrenalin,
as the wind fondly ruffles her hair,
doesn't stop her from jumping up.
Reaching to be seen or saved,
by a city that blinks and misses her -
a temporary peak on the skyline.
Doesn't stop her from slamming
into the steel slashes
of the trainline below.
Even the most beautiful places
to those blinded by the inside-out-agony
of breathing against their will.
The city of spires remember her
as the cause for a bridge closed
on a Sunday.
Poem for My 2nd Semester English Teacher(Short v.)You stapled these words to the page.
Like a modern day tyrant,
You denied them the little humanity
You trapped their souls into
And threw them to the curb,
I understand that certain things
Should be left Inhuman
But we even give hurricanes names.
You taught us to separate the person from the art,
But if the art is about that person, you can’t pull them apart
Raspy Hill"I don't quite feel like myself."
I haven't for a while now.
My mind seems displaced,
Like it's wandered too far away.
"I've been having strange dreams lately."
Images of strange creatures dance in my sleep.
I don't know them but I know they are malicious.
What do they want?
"But now you're here and I'll make you feel right at home."
My saviour, my protector.
You'll guard me from this evil.
"Welcome to Raspy Hill."
This is my hell.
And you'll join me.
I'll make sure of it.
"Enjoy your stay."
FlamesThere are flames where
his head should be -
a poem left in the fireplace,
a dressing gown, a pipe,
forty pieces of silver.
This man promised you a winter
so warm and bountiful
spring would be ashamed.
He called you by name -
not the one that father knew
shoved under his bible.
But the one left behind
in the branches,
in the bucket of brambles,
and the columbines
buried at your feet.
Stones on the battlefield,
surrender in the grass.
What did his face
even look like behind the curtain,
counting those coins
and loosening the damp earth
from your shoes?
a love poemlike a dictionary ripe
with salted, sun spotted
words that emanate power
and splendor, i am unable
to describe you.
FriendshipFriendship is a tapestry
Woven through the years
With threads of joy and laughter
Happiness and tears
It's a work of art so priceless
It's shared by a precious few
Yet so easily created
By a loving friend like you
each one of us carries cemeteries beneath our skinyou are not the only one
to walk like there are
who looks both ways
before crossing the road
"knew a girl who";
you are alive
and you will experience
hurt, and you will
be so thankful
for every painful breath you take
because it's better than when
everything goes quiet
and all you feel is exhaustion.
there is more than just
one cold snap
before you enter
the winter of your life.
there are spells
of sadness and rage,
hate and denial
of all that you know
and all that you deserve;
and you are not the only one
to fight for everyday you are here,
alive and breathing
and striving to thrive
on such an unforgiving planet,
in such a world
that births emotional deserts
in its people;
you are not the only one
Letter Of RecommendationBefore you walk out, hear me out--
Girl, there is no doubt
you're going long routes;
just recollect this future reference:
Hold up; hold it down--
Sugar rush in high heels
is not the only way out;
not what it's all about.
Let things run their course--
Walk in other people's shoes;
Take a stand, corrected.
Now, turn around--
Display every angle of this attire;
it suits you rather well.
Take a seat for this--
I could break it to you easy, but;
bliss is ignorance.
& whether life's weather foreshadows a breeze--
you're gonna fall hard, swept off your feet
to weak knees. It's not over; it's over
Before you dive in, test the waters--
Girl, he's still your Father,
you're gonna go farther;
just forget those past recollections.
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