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murky Sparkle and smile lines a giggle is a bubble broken a half second too soon warm glow with red overtones what is the cost of ebullient
I am
what once was lost
broken and afraid
the glory which belies the cost
the price that must be paid
Fractional changing of the air
first hint of winters thaw
sometimes here, sometimes there
a kiss from
a slavering maw
Storms which rage,
and flowers first bloom
the turning of the very last page
the bride, and her groom
hope, a sweetly sighing poem
the cold of this forgotten age
returning, again,
to my home
ambitions emerge,
summer swoons oblique
amid the trappings of perfection,
perched above the breach
of seven sands a flame ignites,
shivers of esteem
permit a lapse in self possesion,
writhing with potential
sophic notes collect inured,
to obfuscate a yearning–
restless hips
a classic gait,
the soul resounds
in acquiescent want
Questions
Are these hands made of human bone and do these words still have the heart to sting, am I the butterfly or simply the bee a slave to the weeds, or a monarch in the process of change
a river rushes through this wild heart flooding equidistant points willing spilling hope into parched promises
~Aubrie~2019
love me a blossom love me some trees love me a new route
Core
I dug deep into the earth,
From its porous skin to its hardy pastures.
I tunneled through faults and crevices,
The imperfections of our foundation.
And just as above,
With ever falling depth
The air gives up,
Forfeiting the challenges of space.
There is no real escape for the body,
Hence I shed my skin and pushed forward.
Towards the heat,
Towards the simmering rage of our constant existence,
Towards the slow churning wheels of flame,
That gives us a stable footing.
I wanted to find the core,
The driving force of our home.
And when I chanced upon it,
Jagged and torn through my ordeals,
The star kissed center,
At the reach of my weary self.
When I saw it,
With eyes consumed or slowly being eaten away
By its radiant immensity.
It was then I realized,
The true strength it takes,
To touch a heart.
- Mild Reflections
through the old swings where he found me, listening to dolly parton and holding the coffee in my stomach. past the house of a boy who lives near a movie theater. I might see both the boy and the movie tonight. past the tennis club, site of tennis lessons and a party that taught me how to pretend to be old. past the old courtyard, where I organized a misguided fight club, where I learned to jump rope, where I fantasized, alone and screaming with a loneliness I knew was temporary, and hated for that fact. I think if I knew I would be lonely forever I would learn to be joyful. and here we are, Jack and I, neither of us happy, both of us in a good mood. he has recently returned from Hawaii. I have been to Central Park fifteen times since summer started. and so we are both new. Jack and I are not in love but the woman who hands me my bagel thinks we are. this might be because we are talking about love, loudly, talking all down Austin Street, Metropolitan Avenue, Manse Street, Juno Street, Kessel Street, Love Love Love we are both in Love and Sad and filling the air with it. how I finally watched all of Star Wars with my boyfriend how he ate dinner with his girlfriend’s mother how my ex is still fucking me up how his girlfriend is still fucking him up how he’s quitting theater how i’m quitting being abstract about things Jack and I are childhood friends and adult friends and we used to meet here and play tag but now we just meet here and talk about love.
Jack And I, Walking Through The Neighborhood, Talking About Love (via blank-grace)
Vodka
I watched it fade before
Unwavering in the sense that it was gone before I could catch it
I find it disconcerting that first times never last
I find it even more unfulfilling that I never want them to
Recollection of dates and faces
The sad eyes and unchanging expressions
It’s better to leave before you get left
Always better to be the first to pull back from the kiss
I loved once
Or thought I did
I can never be too sure but I learned my lesson and it tasted familiar
Almost like the absence of my father
I have a fear I’ll end up like my mother
Alone and wasted
Reaching for a bottle instead of redemption
-a.a.
I hear pain should be specific to be relatable: what was the color of the sweater you wore or the smell of the food in the oven or the TV show playing in the background on the day your world broke in half? I could tell you all of those things but why try to make you feel as if you’d been there when all I wish is that I hadn’t been?
—day sixteen
Guilty
obsessive urges
a mood tucked in blues
as my mind is running
with Hermes’ shoes
I pick up the pen to scream
I have no other means
to think in concrete
from emotions complete
and I stand
with hands behind my back
they’re red
Bittersweet
I hear the rain softly tapping on the window
As I slumber and continue to burrow
In my blankets, blocking the noise with my pillow
I can still hear your twinkling laugh, see you glow
And I can’t open my eyes yet and go
For in these fragments of dreams, I can make you stay
Make myself believe that you never say
Goodbye, and forget that fateful day
Forget your broken promise, that you ever went away.
abject unraveling
No substitutes For the reclusive seer Of illuminating visions Crafting disorder Amidst the minefield Of a mind by design Clearing a pathway To find a means to say What no words could convey Alone as collaboration’s spirit Tore the paper mache wall That covered a void in the soul Readying to explore Human instincts’ need For what lies behind more
Submerged
I come and go like the tides
and often times a lament of waves
washes me away
but I usually wash back up on the shoreline
somewhere down the coastline
I am a cast away
self-stranded debris of wreckage
lost to the ages long forgotten
I am no raft though
for I sink into the abyss
so do not cling to me
I will only pull you under like an undercurrent
leaving you gasping for air
water-lunged
and gill-less
the sea bed is my tomb
Wring
Get so good
At making lemonade
From life
That you never
Look at lemons
With anything but delight
Ask for other people’s lemons
Teach them how to squeeze
How to accept with open hands
How to reach for
The sweet
____________________________
Maureen Armstrong @haikkun
Or all at once
he sidled up to her running his fingers across her arms and shoulders she shivered, said, get the lush off me
M Baumgart
Will he ever touch me
To an extend where I’m not feeling
Like it’s just the wind
Brushing on my arm
Will he ever be
Someone in my life
Rather than someone
I danced with
Alone at night
Like he’s there
Will I ever
Heal the bite wound
On my soul
That only spirits can give
Just a breeze
Hurting like it’s teeth
I really like the thought behind the first few lines