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The Golden Tear
olliec
Oliver Cocks
Joined 15th Oct 2023
Forum Posts: 4
Oliver Cocks
Lost Thinker
Forum Posts: 4
I / You
I will bring you a crown of barbed wire,
laurel of art magazines, and throne
of alabaster. I will name you King of
my heart, Queen of my body. I will
bring you olive branches and cocaine.
I will aeroplane to your house,
Rolls Royce to your bed. I will take
your breath and transmute it into
amphetamines. I will toss aside the sun
and carve your face into the sky.
I will baptise you in a sea of honey.
I will turn your words into song, then
assemble a choir of recalcitrant toddlers,
to bawl them for eternity. I will take you by
the hand and lead you into a moonless mansion.
laurel of art magazines, and throne
of alabaster. I will name you King of
my heart, Queen of my body. I will
bring you olive branches and cocaine.
I will aeroplane to your house,
Rolls Royce to your bed. I will take
your breath and transmute it into
amphetamines. I will toss aside the sun
and carve your face into the sky.
I will baptise you in a sea of honey.
I will turn your words into song, then
assemble a choir of recalcitrant toddlers,
to bawl them for eternity. I will take you by
the hand and lead you into a moonless mansion.
Written by olliec
(Oliver Cocks)
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Anne-Ri999
Forum Posts: 202
Thought Provoker
5
Joined 16th Aug 2023 Forum Posts: 202
wooing betwixt and between
Dark is a sorceress
within mine withered heart
I hold you
beneath these frozen waters
a voided path
where so many times
death has asked me
to forgive
though a true silkie
is kept within salted streams
thawing waves wintered
away our humanness
as we carved
proclaiming deepest
dearest psalms
within his palms
pressed against mine
the hourglass
where time hides
frocked frost
upon a window
lulls lilting heads
as nightshade
roses
in mantic dusk
as skin
we meet again
as snow drops
mark our foreheads
your gaze is kept
held within mine
and your name
on my frost bitten lips
return to me
o apple of mine eyes
white swan
vagabond
poet
Lancelot
Taliesin
Merlin
prince
pauper
one day
we will become
stars incarnated
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within mine withered heart
I hold you
beneath these frozen waters
a voided path
where so many times
death has asked me
to forgive
though a true silkie
is kept within salted streams
thawing waves wintered
away our humanness
as we carved
proclaiming deepest
dearest psalms
within his palms
pressed against mine
the hourglass
where time hides
frocked frost
upon a window
lulls lilting heads
as nightshade
roses
in mantic dusk
as skin
we meet again
as snow drops
mark our foreheads
your gaze is kept
held within mine
and your name
on my frost bitten lips
return to me
o apple of mine eyes
white swan
vagabond
poet
Lancelot
Taliesin
Merlin
prince
pauper
one day
we will become
stars incarnated
copyrights © owned by Rianne 2024
all rights reserved
Written by Anne-Ri999
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eswaller
Forum Posts: 761
Dangerous Mind
31
Joined 22nd Dec 2015Forum Posts: 761
No One to Replace You
There are the unfinished poems and unread texts.
They become the story of my life when everything
Has loose ends and there is nothing that connects
To my current or next chapter. I am trying to fling
Myself into work and diversions, but nothing could
Ever fill the empty hole like you do. No one can lift
Me up when all I want to do is melt away like wood
Floating down the river. No one understands the drift
And wind I feel in my bones when they are telling me
That I am going in the wrong direction. No one to tell
Me that the irrational thoughts and feelings that I see
Playing in my head are not reality. The truth is I fell
For the potential instead of the guy standing right in
Front of me. I fell for the guy I could see a future with
And who made me feel comfortable living in my skin.
The simple truth is that you really made the wordsmith
In me come alive when I have felt dead for days, months
And years. In every second of every day, you have revived
Something in my soul. Maybe when I can finally confront
The fact that I love you is the day when I said I truly lived.
They become the story of my life when everything
Has loose ends and there is nothing that connects
To my current or next chapter. I am trying to fling
Myself into work and diversions, but nothing could
Ever fill the empty hole like you do. No one can lift
Me up when all I want to do is melt away like wood
Floating down the river. No one understands the drift
And wind I feel in my bones when they are telling me
That I am going in the wrong direction. No one to tell
Me that the irrational thoughts and feelings that I see
Playing in my head are not reality. The truth is I fell
For the potential instead of the guy standing right in
Front of me. I fell for the guy I could see a future with
And who made me feel comfortable living in my skin.
The simple truth is that you really made the wordsmith
In me come alive when I have felt dead for days, months
And years. In every second of every day, you have revived
Something in my soul. Maybe when I can finally confront
The fact that I love you is the day when I said I truly lived.
Written by eswaller
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