Eyes On
~StolenCarbon
~seussical-love
~Crazy-and-Proud
~seanography
~suan-la-tang
~lhpoetry~inkyechoes
~sugar-ruby-butterflyThese folks deserve to be read.
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CloudsI have it down to faces – Filling spaces that erase us From the ocean of our memory As the clouds distilled from wind And furthermore, our choices – Little voices that annoy us With the candor of a songbird's song Hang whispering with no endClouds
Echoes shuffling far and near Can tease to tears our foolish ears And each and every false disguise Delights our poor, hungry eyes
We love to build a house of cards Our favorite suite by far is hearts
by ~IronOctopus
Self Portrait in CommunicationI’m feeling snide with the sun’s high tide. A wash, awash with wayward waves, tingling waves, of broken crystal gold.Self Portrait in Communication
Set. I’m set. I’m all there is. Everything, from thought to stone -- the sea, the stars, that glowing sun; heat itself; The trees and vines that make me make my making face: all green in every way -- are nothing if not fabricated. The fabric of a dreaming boy
that cannot wake.
A heavenly hell of lies laid heavily, heaping hard upon my helpless mind.
by ~IronOctopus
AmmunitionMy heart has a funny shape –Ammunition
It’s a shape like the slope of the muscles in your back
Skin over muscle over sinew over bone
Bulging, pumping, sweating, naked
And at once before such beauty
I’m an infant, swaddled in the blankets of your affection
And cradled lovingly in the sling
Whipping around your head as you prepare
To hurl me
To the moon
by ~IronOctopus
We Have PoetryWe have poetryWe Have Poetry
Because “I love you too” doesn’t mean
“My heart is like a blossoming rose
that, before your spring, I’d never seen;
or ever even guessed such beauty
had a home within my soul.” but should,
I’d have to say “I love you too” at
least two times for every word you speak
to me. I guess the things I have to say
that I really have to say can’t be really
said at all but must be sung in prose.
by ~IronOctopus
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Several Minute ParadiseIt mends the fissures in your heart That all their demons pried apart Close your eyes; feel what you've found Control the world you see through soundSeveral Minute Paradise
Revive the dead through plastic keys And use their voice to ignight the seas Of vibrant strings mixed with the zest Of the pounding waves against your chest
For when rhythm becomes a dying beat You'll feel the ground beneith your feet You'll blink and realize, you are here Vulnerable to all your latest fears
And as you watch the numbers slip right back To those two double zeros and colon intact &nb
by ~Crazy-and-Proud
FoodIf I can't taste all the ingrediantsFood
Then it's not a true pasta dish
And I refuse to pay for the meal
If I find just one bone in my fish
I can't take a bite of a pizza
That's been slathered in greasy cheese
And I will not take a bite of a steak
That's been cooked below 90 degrees
But even though I'm so picky
The scale will tell me no lie
I will quickly refuse a dish
But my head's still the size of my thigh
by ~Crazy-and-Proud
snapshot:punctuatedstay.in.touch. the dial tone drones, monotonous as the dime drops and you leave your message after the creep in front of you vacates the booth.snapshot:punctuated
stuck.up.tough. Tommy Two-Tone limps, thug-4-lyfe! his strident tattoo screams emblazoned above his boxer shorts riding low like his homies choose to do.
stroke.my.face. dimples dapple your face, aching eyes closed as my fingers roam just inside your waistband and Tommy shouts into the phone.
by ~Inconspicuous54
for a factthere is the smell of lightning bugs as they die... this entirely informed my childhood... my sisters and i would stay up much later in the summer--since it wouldn't get dark until 9:30 or so, and bedtime was arbitrarilly based on the absence of daylight--and we'd catch them, put them in Jiff jars with tinfoil over the top. we'd put the jars on our dressers and watch their slow blinking after we'd finally been made to go to our beds. sometimes we'd shake the jars to see them flash more rapidly, panicked. sometimes, we'd let them out of the jar. they'd dart around the room, running at times against the ceilifor a fact
by ~corset-wench
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- Tools of the Trade: Ah... the *letter* 2, my friend.
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