“blackberries”
I squish the sweet protesting black
berries between my teeth, heaving sweetness
the ebony royalty gushes tart and flowing,
spinning a web of sweet syrup down my gullet.
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She feels the dreadnought.
An electric secret from the dark,
pushing her haze aside
and the cages on her heart
still as the heartbeats inside.
But her private darkness melts
like an anchor unbolted.
The exertion strobes senseless
from her every fiber on skin.
Velvet joy and swelling touch,
her world extends alluring,
loose every bond to shadow
and she feels the world pound.
Every feeling, she feels double,
passion bright white knuckle,
undoubtedly meshed with others,
like the ocean shoving senses offshore.
“flowers. Dancing. moonlight”
The night thickens and I feel dance.
Outside there is a tingling movement,
a bursting triumph painting the air in tumbles.
Night jazz crawls up the flower’s stems,
I see dandelions dip and dive like dolphins
for the skittering drops of moonlight.
Petals floating; confetti upwards in joy.
They feast on unreasonable passion,
exhaling all sense with beauty
until the edge of dawn comes again.
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“a poem about maleficent”
From mists to mists, the maleficent
black like scraps
of night cast down, she swoops.
She sleeps in sharp brambles,
soaking in a darker nature
waiting for her peace to pierce.
Whistles of fresh death flush
on the song of the black bird,
claws digging into her shroud.
She listens like snow under the sun,
soaking in her darker nature;
waiting for her beauty to die.
“Forget my bad memories”
Please quell my rugged memories
they twist my head. Warping.
My days decay-
Let’s grab our shovels and shove
the past to the curb
peace to my head.
Let the stench shrivel
into silence.
“A poem addressing a ‘you,’ describing for them the wonders of this world, and with each one explaining why it can’t compare to ‘You.'”
I see the world, sprung
forth from stars,
burned from beautiful heat.
Humans walk, and You are born.
No wonder on the rocky plains,
No wonder on the sands of Egypt,
No bablonian gardens growing,
until I saw You.
I walk and see ancient power,
but old dust and walls-
crumble like bones and bread
spread on the roman stones.
The vision of You- completes
my submissive mind.
Obsession wheels me far
to great walls to falling towers.
These petty stones built for your toes.
I saw Zeus in white marble,
majestic and abrupt, I walked on.
You have more power in a touch
than a thousand touchstones on Olympus.
It is no wonder that the gods came
down from the skies to kiss
strangers, but no gritty love
between the pyramids or towers.
Beauty seeps from You,
in pools of unexplainable gold
and I return with shallow
news of distant sunshine, fading.
You are above all distance and stony structure.
You are the richest sunset stretching
around my world.
“One about exams please – I need help getting through the revision!”
My life is not my life.
I am the reaver of essays,
Haunter of libraries.
All I need is in my hands.
The words creep from the pages
Into my worn out palms
Memorization by osmosis.
It’s later. Piles of papers.
Surrounded, I focus.
The time of night slows to legato blurs.
Eyes feeling the weight of moons.
The fuel of Hermes is here.
Coffee flows free like earthen faeries.
Now from my shady desk, I rise.
Untrapped knowledge hastens forth,
And the ceaseless papers shrink in fear.
Somberly, I sip on the words
And the morning meanders forward.
Plucky people brush past, as my exam pulls me-
into a new madness wherin I wallow.
“Any”
She feels the black,
around the sleeves
of her slender soul.
She shares images.
Black and white nights.
Her life inside.
Her planted art,
unfettered heart.
Found scattered on the internet.
“ill never let you down shane,im here till the end of this nightmare. loving and missing my boyfriend shane lots, cant wait till this nightmares over and were back together”
Once loving arms,
when We were We.
Now shrunken shadows.
With passion cold,
Only shells left to hold.
We were We,
And now we are each
living like days are nights,
and nights are nightmares
that feel like cold cellars
and vacant streets.
Once, we could kiss the storms away-
When We were We.
But now we are gone,
With knots undone.
Like kites lost in tangled branches
Yet, the strings still feel attached.
My breathing may turn to tears,
but, I am still filled
with this heartbeat of yours.
Because we need to live
Like when We were We
when the days were easier to swallow.
I can’t shrivel my feelings.
because they can’t be lost
when I see you in my dreams.
Which is why I wait,
And why I won’t let you down
when We are We again.
“Family”
Family is a chain unbroken.
Linked in legacy and love,
forged for years in many homes.
hands over hands holding strong.
Family is pink laughter with green hope.
Encouraging, balanced, loving.
Always returning, opening arms-
warm, white joy surrounding all.
Family calls for us to care
To keep the nest tight
To ensure every embrace
that sweeps all strain away.