Bheue

[bheue]

I Love That You’re a Loner but

If blood did not intertwine In the hot instant of Intersecting eyes

I would be able to breathe, But my lungs are thick In the absence of your mind.

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Mind Like Mine,

Take all of me, My thoughts and tranquility Wrapped so tightly In the coils of your hair,

Let my body Be the stairs That bring your body Home

Cause I know, On this round & crowded road, There have been Some scattered moments When you have felt alone.

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Primary Colors, I am in awe of your roots. Having myself always floated In the tangerine and purple In-betweens. I look at you, bright and solid, Seated on the spectral thrones, And I'm itching to polish my hue, To be bold and whole like you.

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Love, you stilted shit, You’ve caught my throat Again betwixt your twisted Thorns, how roughly do Your tangled vines hold Stiff my breath, knotted my breast And still I look upon you Like an angel smiling In this ever-spinning brothel; Illuminating aching filth Making jives and cries Seem as light and honest As a child’s smile, I must plead, “my breast, give rest, And do not rise” For I do injustice to my mind By craving mirthful lies To spend a mourning 

In the view of your brown eyes.

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Papa

Smoke filled the silence That could have been your words.

Dark features, darker than hers, Thick digits, rising out of A thick wrist, wrapped around A thick magic stick that you’d Suck and puff.

Everything was big with you. A booming voice that shook The trees you were so Unfamiliar with, having Always belonging to The pavement.

A presence that demanded, A jovial aggression, A primal, Dionysian Madness that made Me want to test the flames too. To close my eyes, while Caution begged your ear, And somehow enjoy the ride.

The biggest thing about you Was your persistent mystery. Pouring white lies like red wine Into my bottle and my mind. I swallowed and craved more Hoping that through The gallons I could Form some distillate of truth. Take earnest sips of you And spit out the residue.

The smoke I’d twist like chains Around my fingers were Infinity more tangible Than my knowledge Of the great man who’s lap I sat on.

But you smiled at me And I was yours. I wanted to prove it, To be like you, never knowing What that meant.

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Gentle as the Holy Ghost, Beneath time's falling blanket, I hear you in the summer's moan At midnight when the bats are bold, Crickets singing ringing in my drums, I shuffle on my solemn throne, Pondering you in the interlocks Of a lacy weave of far off finger knobs.

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I stretched my toes And let you flow Over me Like a dove You flew in Pale and laughing And I thought It sounded nice.

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Men apologizing

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I skip stones Across the flowing Reservoir Of your greatness

I shutter At its vast Expanse, Humbled By my pebbles

You are an echo And I am a kerplunk

I shave my head, Strip my clothes, And then jump.

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When a boy texts you, “want to hang out?” And it occurs to you that you would actually rather slit your own throat and watch your blood paint the black and white tiles a salty, deep red than smile and talk about yourself…

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Je vois le rêve de lune quand je regarde dans tes yeux;

seulement des fleurs au hiver savent désir d'une telle chaleur.

Mon Cher, mon âme, ma chair, Tu es les étoiles dans mon sang.

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On a long winding road I saw your head overflow I watched you come To a subtle close;

So I climbed up on my tippy toes To run far far away.

Don’t blame me for the space I simply cannot make Or for my heart that never stopped To break.

I’ll take time to tie my shoes When I know there’s far Far less at stake.

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Dissect my ranting breast That one nights rest I may know silence Like the dawn’s dewed calm.

I speak of madness As if it is not an embarrassment, As if it is not the helium In my heart that mocks My marked biology

Can I not be human And also a woman? <\p>

My birth right was shame While yours was to be brave And you wonder why I am just fragments

My body is a gift While you’re a hand Outstretched And you wonder why I shake at night

You’re love is a blessing While mine is a storm And you wonder why I cannot let you have it

And you ask me How I became so bitter And independent And I tell you That I was born With fists and breasts And I will not thank you For wishing I might Be possessed.

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Drips of liquid glass Come to a close On the edge of my Waiting, wanting nose. The finite drums Immeasurable Against the crickets Gentle hum.

I’m lost in this Forever feeling, This arbor silence That sits like a distant soul Outside the realm Of times busy grasp.

Hold me close Against your wholly breast Mother of my boiling chest, Sing me the spirits Mad old tune, I know you haven’t forgotten The twisted notes,

The drips of liquid glass That fall like a laugh Into my never ending clasp Take me to the God of wine And whispers, Lay my head upon His hectic lap, And, like the glass, Let me laugh The mad old tune That you hold above me Like a child’s chocolate cookie .

For the busy time Is a never ending supply Of scratched up vinyl And the white noise I sought out hurts My tired mind.

Sleepy I come to you Mother of my thoughtful brew, And in my dreams I sing the words, They rise as I loose my mind, Those wholly notes Of your mad old tune.

[nicobotto]

“The truth is out there”

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Galaxies were created Like dances shared And in your open eyes Traces of pretty, dead lies Still dance there.

[ryantippery]

Ryan Tippery | VIII