#porety

[wrote-you-a-poem]

(via https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=glzGOQHOJt0)

It’s a brand new year and I made this for you. Pls watch and share.

[glassskeletonspoetry]

Floral Daydreams

There's a song in the way she moves A melody of hips And subtle fingertips There's language in the color of her eyes They are words I cannot speak And still, they pull me in deep

Roses grow in her blood and fall into her lungs Break her open and perhaps she would bloom She's the bouquet in the piano room A crystal lattice of dangerous potential in her head Sharp edges laced with lavender I find myself chasing after her

There's a summer night streaming through her bones The honey on her lips Brings shame to the tulips There's beautiful complexity in the way she stands A lily too perfect to pick She's a painting drowning in acrylic

She's a sculpture of marble and red stained glass Smooth curves entice with every turn Inside she holds gems that have an outward burn She's a garden in a dress Roses, thorns, and sweet honeybees She is a midnight breeze dancing in the trees

I am the dirt, And I have lost myself between her veins

Zach Krieger

[glassskeletonspoetry]

Scarecrow

summer slips from the sun / it reaches to the fields and gives them the color they work for / a bloom of such majesty that the farmer cannot see / his daughter / she drifts / between pink petals and purple berries / the accent of hazel in her eyes / dips into the vegetation / stealing its color / she is a blur screaming / with laughter / the callouses on her feet protect her / the cold soil between her toes encourages her / she runs faster

// the farmer catches a glimpse

/ yellow rain boots / abandoned by a girl in blonde curls / who took to a canopy of shadows and fresh fruit / a Scarecrow watches from a distance / the field is alive with the laughter of a farmer’s daughter / the flowers echo / a chorus of windy whispers / bees drift silently / they watch the scene / “come catch me” / she hides / a Scarecrow watches

// the farmer has hands that can see better than his eyes / they brush away the canopy / it does not help much / it is hard to see between the sun / the burning green / perhaps she would fall / scrape a knee / shed a tear / but this is a game they play / she will run / in the summer between the fruit / the farmer will catch her / before she gets too far / and he will bring her home / the farmer has not caught her / and the bees grow loud / and his feet hit the soft ground a bit harder / and there is the turn of a neck / and a tightening fist / and his voice tears through the field / and surely / she is hiding / and panic rises in his chest / and he catches a glimpse of her / orange sun hat / and here is the farmer’s daughter / nestled between the shadows and the fruit / he reaches down / with hands that can see better than his eyes / to find his daughter / and petals and vines give way / and an empty sun hat falls flat / and a Scarecrow has vanished

// and all at once / the crows begin to scream / a sound that does not belong in a field / fills this new absence / their voices cascade / and there’s an extra set of footprints / that race / through the shadows / and the fruit / and the fruit / a Scarecrow must have grown legs / and found the farmer’s daughter / and plucked her

summer recoils back / it leaves a farmer in a field / frost / and emptiness / and screaming in the wind / there’s an empty orange sun hat / hanging from an epitaph / a Scarecrow watches in the distance

/ but the farmer does not see him

Zach Krieger

[routenowhere]

Amireable reproach Don’t pervoke, known In doubt, choke.

So polluted

I’ve created my joke Giving in, creating foe Desperate rymes

A choice to fate Unable to contact justice was told to wait No worry to fret, giving in This apeite for production Will cover. Really shouldn’t have bothered I think she’s running the water. asked for one last breath

For you, tonight, there is no fear Get some rest my dear.

[emanij]

Too Late!

‘Take care. Goodbye,’

I said to you.

Decades ago, once,

In the august noon.

Yet here we sit,

Hand in hand.

Why so,

Under this lovely moon?

I asked you to keep upon,

The word to leave me alone.

Never to meet you again,

With love flowing in my veins.

And I tell you tonight and every night,

What a lover may speak,

To a lover,

All about myself, my life.

The time you left me,

Time of despair that may be.

Every single second passed,

Like light years full of memories.

And now I see,

Why I wait for so long!

As for a goodbye,

It was too late, for you to be gone.

[kat-ducouteau]

I truly love this girl... Her smile is so radiant, Her voice is music to my ears, Her laugh is so utterly adorable, Her very beauty transcends that of all else. I want to learn everything about her, I want to see every side of her whether its good or bad, I want to give her all the happiness in the world... She may not see herself the way I do, She may not believe me when I tell her what I see, But I will try my best every single day So that one day... One day she'll believe me. I will be her savior, Just as she is, And always will be mine. She's the light in my darkness, She's the Sun to my Moon, She's my very heart and soul. She gave me strength when I was weak, She gave me a reason when I so desperately needed one, She found me when I was lost, She picked up all the pieces when I had fallen apart, She loved me and still does when I couldn't, and never will be able to, love myself. I am not much, I probably will never amount to much, And I know I can't offer a whole lot, But I will love her unconditionally. That is a fact, And a promise I will never break.

Kat-Mun ( @kat-ducouteau )

For @priestesskiyoko

[beckythebarista]

nevermind because you never mind because I can never speak my mind it’s never in the right mind nobody should mind a load off my mind when I give a piece of my mind for a peace of mind so that anyone in their right mind will help me not go out of my mind I have half a mind to change my mind to put my mind at rest and have this mindset in the back of my mind I have to speak my mind but nevermind because you never mind

[awawadad]

Musical Language

These notes, chords,

provide no escape.

I am trapped within

The fret markers.