D.C. Yost

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D.C. Yost
Little Green Frog
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i am a kitten
i am a dragon
i am a daisy
i am a raven
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i am a quiet forest
i am a lazy river
i am a thunderstorm
i am a passionate lover
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i am a bluejay
i am a dragonfly
i am every purple flower
i am the smell of summer
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i am a little green frog
i am the wind on the water
i am a lonely daydreamer
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and i miss you
so much it hurts
~
Azuki Lynn
I just can’t, Morgan deserves the entire planet and all the cheeseburgers of the world
Marceline, a melancholy ballad,
Sing my heart’s song, melody of malaise.
A mellow meandering river of
Grace, a garnet quality to your taste.
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Marceline of pale blue-grey porcelain,
Millennium-old mastery, what an
Art. Low rumbling thump of electric bass,
Sing my heart’s song, Marceline, midnight muse.
//
— V.O. (2019). Marceline.
Through you I know there is a heaven, and with you, my love, I can conquer any hell.
J.c.A
“being kissed by sadness leads to kissing with kindness”
— e.e.
When I was a little girl I fell into a blackberry bush
It scratched up my arms real good
When people saw the wounds they said ‘ouch, what happened?’
When I was a big girl I fell into a blackberry bush
It tore up my arms real good
When people see they say.. nothing
But their eyes say a lot to me
As a child I fell down and hurt my knee I knew it would feel better
Now I am grown I fall down and hope it will feel better
Bitter are the berries picked with haste
Better are the berries that fall into your fingers with ease
To be easy on my myself I’ll fall on my feet instead of my knees
Love and Hate.
My dearest love, I have to go, And I don’t know if I will return, There’s so many things, that I now know; So many bridges, that blaze and burn. I thought we lived a happy life; Our kids have kids, we are alone, But then one day I find you, my wife, In someone’s arms, in our own home. I know now it’s a lasting thing, It’s been going on for all these years, I could forgive a one-night fling, But this betrayal, just burns and sears. How could I have been so naive, How could you, so long pretend, What I thought we had, lies in a grave, But my love for you, will never end. I don’t know where I’m going; I will find some place and settle in, In my heart, love and hate are growing, Hate and love. Which one will win? Ambrose Harte Scattered Thoughts
We met in books
The corner of the page when i met you,
Is so worn it will soon be broken,
Because i’ve read it so many times,
I could recite it in my sleep if i had chosen.
The page on which we met,
Is so etched within my mind,
That I couldn’t forget all that happened,
When we met for the first time, even if I wanted.
Even if I tore out our chapter from this novel,
You’d still exist, in every phrase, in every word,
Inexplicably, wordlessly, woven into the seams of my life,
In all I speak, the voice you left in me can be heard.
Even if they burnt all pages of the book to erase us,
They wouldn’t be able to, for you’re fused within corners,
They can never find, hidden in the crevices of my existence,
In every word I write, the emotions you left in me can be felt.
It’s hauntingly beautiful,
How your presence still lingers,
In every shadow, between every dream,
In tendrils of love grasping at me with each glimpse of our pictures.
It’s breathtakingly emotional,
How your feelings remain,
Even after all this time, in every little corner within me,
Taking cover from the storms that might rage,
Finding solace in the humble abode of us.
When we loved the heaven welded us into one,
In separation parts of you were too fixed to me to remove,
Brushing off the dust of other heartbreaks was sweeping dust,
But how do you sweep off the tiles or the roof.
With a love so pure and delicate as ours,
The dust off the tiles and roof wasn’t going to be a problem,
For the heartbreaks we suffered were fading,
In the light of what was happening,
Mending, fusing of our hearts together.
It was these moments that broke through,
The already present cracks in my dark shell,
That love could bloom in a field of weeds,
That the devil would rest, for a story, time would tell.
Glistening through those cracks was the light I could feel,
As it basked me in its full glory,
Our love blooming in a moment of joy,
Forming a story the world will read, in books years later.
And one Sunday morning,
A little girl will be sitting on the library’s hardwood floor,
And these pages will be worn by her fingers,
Carefully flipping the taped pages that we have carelessly torn.
And she will grieve and rejoice,
On the highs and lows,
Of our love story,
Surpassing the pettiness of age and time,
Perhaps she will take care of us,
Better than we ever could.
- Tara and Fragments
An emotionally beautiful collab with the amazing @taralovepoetry 💙📚
the owl and the mouse
a mouse saw an owl on the branch of a tree
‘why'asked the mouse ‘are you staring at me?’
'Well’ said the owl 'I am hungry, my friend,
I will soon have to eat you, do you understand?’
'but I have a soul, you can’t be so cruel,
they say you are wise, so don’t be a fool’
'okay’ said the owl, 'I’ll let you go,
I’ll make an exception, the only one though’
'thanks’ said the mouse 'I’ll get you some cheese’
the owl at it eagerly and there was peace
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wachtuiltje 2018🗿
(PRY):
Cold metal warms as it enters.
Flesh unzips under its stark incision.
They gather to explore with hidden fingers.
Crude tools wait patiently for angry hands.
They indulge in my pain with wicked smiles
Prying eyes feasting on my interior.
Curiously they gaze, hoping to find my origin in the flayed tissue.
They invade my broken chassis searching for weakness.
Bent brows punctuate confusion as my complex framework dilutes their expectations.
So many devices at their disposal for this morbid deconstruction.
They overlooked the simplicity of one.
It cannot be said any clearer.
It can only be found…
in the cold hard truth of the mirror.
©R. Marrs
There is a poison in your lips .. so sweet, I’d die
There is an ocean in your hips .. so deep, I’d dive
Solo quiero un momento más a tu lado
Every time an artist dies, God lets them paint the skies
I’ve loved that saying for a long time now, and I finally was able to create something around it.
To love, said the mouth, the tongue to me / I am hers in many ways / yours / the arbitrary of knowing / to find comfort in such knowledge /
that the being who will never leave / to be attached naturally like the water to the moon / to wax, to wane, be in low down, be in high above /who takes, take, took the time / tell the ears of my earth, who begs for the truth? / one in me, forgives the river / the flooding of one’s uncertainty / would I not accept it if the changes in your nature over the heart’s hidden desire? / would the sanity of this being, punishes the deception that lay so comfortably between your phalanges? / eros would not shoot his arrows for two rights to make it wrong nor two wrongs to make it right but for two hearts of a kind to find each other / to say the least, the soft caterpillar in me would hold your every hard shell of your fears / if the restriction would slide away / that in the habitual of a moth, you would embrace the flame that is I / yet, here in the ocean of half a riddle / you are domesticated, the wild flower of my heart, you’re tamed, caged / I wish you, the White Lily of pure love, to one day be free / & find me by the attic, amongst the haystack of this enigmatic verbis Innuendo—
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Dolly
04.12.2018
Know thy self #06
The Me You’ll Never Meet
So I made myself a name, out of old magazines, that kind that you read when nobody is looking. These little glimpses into my reality the things I want to be, that I keep hidden so tightly, so protected inside I’ve learned how to hide who I am. The world long ago told us of woes of pain and jealousy. People will tend, to completely offend, tear down, never mend what they can’t comprehend… I’m not risking my happiness against a world intent, on destruction. The outer shell of flesh but an introduction to the man within, the child, the friend, the hopeful dreamer, the quiet thinker, the refuses to blinker, there’s not a moment that goes by that these deep blue eyes aren’t learning to thrive from inside. But you will never know him I will keep him safe, safe from judgement, safe from hate. I would hide him safely until the world does wake, because I need him to keep believing, dreaming, breathing. He is my soul, the very person I am. I’ll always protect him from, a world that can. Beat you, deceive you, laugh at and cheat you, break you down inside. The world will lie and bark and bite, but I will always, walk with pride…
~ c.S. ~
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