#poets thoughts

[widowk33per]

Agaricus bisporus

They tell me when I die,

I will not stay buried for long. 

Even caskets are made of wood, 

splintering beneath the damp rot

and sagging with weight. 

Beckoned by an endless death,

they will grow from my body,

worming their way through decaying 

matter and above the soil,

carting me from spore to spore 

until I become them.

When the sound of dirt 

hitting another body echoes 

through the woods,

they will carry me onwards 

to eat another acre. 

By that point, I will be 

indistinguishable from soil.

Look--already they begin 

their inexorable march. 

Soon I will be large enough 

to swallow a forest.

[poetbitesback]

I am tired of memories that keep me warm one night and hurt the next, your love is an ache  I am finally waking from.

untitled || O.L.

[mspoeticpoetry-blog]

as you watch the midnight sky, unaware whose watching how your nose is chiseled and whose thinking your melanin is amazing, and who's imagining angel wings popping out of your back and whose currently writing about you. you just don't know.

mspoeticpoetry

[shadoweventual]

A certain few of them have center lights for eyes- Hot as sin. Twin gashes open me from hip to hip and through the valley of the brow where my hidden work is found. Without permission, they toss the weight of the real world into my fruitless womb for how else could I know a single thing?

-gwyn

[mspoeticpoetry-blog]

just breath, don’t suffocate let the amber rose cover the cell let the night speak to you, to your soul let me breath you in, I’ll show you art, her tips are orchid angels, just breath. let me love, love your elbows, and the ankles. let me breath in your sent of rose. let it set in my nostrils, let it tickle its way in me, discover my heart. only to find your scents in graved beneath flesh and bone, believe, believe what i see. just stay, let me breath you in.

mspoeticpoetry

[mspoeticpoetry-blog]

its been at least 6 years since the last time i laid my eyes upon your tinted green eyes, they still haunt me in my sleep

mspoeticpoetry 

[mspoeticpoetry-blog]

just let me be something, something to you, something as small as a memory at the back of your head . just let me.

mspoeticpoetry