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The Golden Tear
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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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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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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All The Best Guys Are Dead
Wish I could've met you
when you were still alive,
but this will have to do.
Videos and interviews--
I can see the real you, a kindred soul,
your demanding presence,
your wry smile,
behind everything else.
So now that you've skedaddled
in the middle of all your raging prime,
let's get to know each other, through the veil.
I would have laughed at all your dark jokes.
I would have been flinging my own, right next to you.
I would have waited in line for you.
Maybe it's me?
Michael died, after hardly a pittance of time together.
Maybe you saw me coming and said "Oh shit....gotta go!"
I would have walked through the woods with you.
I would have understood your thoughts
I would have seen your shock value, and raised you one
Good on you, for cleaning yourself up
while you still had the time to do it.
Do you have any regrets?
Anything you want me to tell anyone, (or myself) ?
Portals are a real thing--
do you watch this realm, sometimes?
Did you see the young guy on YouTube
who plays your music
and sounds just like you
so much that it brings tears to the eyes?
I guess the one good thing
about falling in love with you, now
is that I can play it all out
in my mind
just the way I want it to happen.
No one gets hurt
No one argues
We're both always happy.
Meet me back here
and we'll talk some more, next time
Ok?
You were a good man, you know.
when you were still alive,
but this will have to do.
Videos and interviews--
I can see the real you, a kindred soul,
your demanding presence,
your wry smile,
behind everything else.
So now that you've skedaddled
in the middle of all your raging prime,
let's get to know each other, through the veil.
I would have laughed at all your dark jokes.
I would have been flinging my own, right next to you.
I would have waited in line for you.
Maybe it's me?
Michael died, after hardly a pittance of time together.
Maybe you saw me coming and said "Oh shit....gotta go!"
I would have walked through the woods with you.
I would have understood your thoughts
I would have seen your shock value, and raised you one
Good on you, for cleaning yourself up
while you still had the time to do it.
Do you have any regrets?
Anything you want me to tell anyone, (or myself) ?
Portals are a real thing--
do you watch this realm, sometimes?
Did you see the young guy on YouTube
who plays your music
and sounds just like you
so much that it brings tears to the eyes?
I guess the one good thing
about falling in love with you, now
is that I can play it all out
in my mind
just the way I want it to happen.
No one gets hurt
No one argues
We're both always happy.
Meet me back here
and we'll talk some more, next time
Ok?
You were a good man, you know.
Written by MadameLavender
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