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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: 211
Thought Provoker
5
Joined 16th Aug 2023 Forum Posts: 211
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: 762
Dangerous Mind
31
Joined 22nd Dec 2015Forum Posts: 762
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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MadameLavender
Forum Posts: 5696
Guardian of Shadows
90
Joined 17th Feb 2013Forum Posts: 5696
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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PAR
PAULO ACACIO RAMOS
Forum Posts: 281
PAULO ACACIO RAMOS
Fire of Insight
18
Joined 26th May 2022Forum Posts: 281
Failure
And then he got up
only to fall again immediately...
just to lose track of himself again
only to realize that he had already lost his ability
to be himself and never a shadow of someone else
only to realize that he had already lost his ability
of losing track of himself again
only to fall again immediately...
And then he got up
only to fall again immediately...
just to lose track of himself again
only to realize that he had already lost his ability
to be himself and never a shadow of someone else
only to realize that he had already lost his ability
of losing track of himself again
only to fall again immediately...
And then he got up
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(PAULO ACACIO RAMOS)
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wallyroo92
Forum Posts: 1851
Tyrant of Words
151
Joined 11th July 2012Forum Posts: 1851
Retrogenesis
She taught me not to fear death
It’s just part of living
Now every time that I go and visit her
My soul hurts and heart sinks
She’s waiting to cross that bridge
Gone are the stories she used to tell
As far back as 1936
All the great details she could recall
Are now but soft flashbacks of mystery
I kiss her cheeks and forehead
Her smile and childlike eyes know who I am
The skin on her hands is paper thin
Soft and warm under blankets
Fighting the impending cold and darkness
An internal silent battle is raging
For a few minutes in the light and lucidity
She remembers people and places
Glimpses of a past life
Recollections of love and loss
Before they are tossed into an ocean of…of…
…memory drifting
her voice. has diminished to a whisper,
. struggling - to get the words out
like, broken echoes of…history
lost in time
mind slowly declining
.the. familiar.distortEd :
themusic has more_static ' * ``.
…and it’s skipping .
^ little by little /
slipping... ~
into an abyss …
skipping
...|
fading
...
Written by wallyroo92
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Mstrmnd1923
Forum Posts: 186
Thought Provoker
2
Joined 2nd Feb 2024Forum Posts: 186
Autumns Glow Winters Burn
I remember that day so vividly
When fear and anxiety became estranged
The doctor explained unequivocally
The test results have changed
My body collapsed to the ground
As leaves crunched beneath me
The sun started shining all around
I could feel again, a harmonious breeze
Blanketed by a landscape of autumn glow
I was comforted with hope
Treatments for cancer she'd undergo
With the medicines helping her cope
I took care of her every single day
On the road to her recovery
The strength she would display
And her smile so perfect and lovely
Winters burn approached as months went by
Every moment together a memory
We cherished instead of sharing a cry
My wife and I lived this eternity
Joking laughing and sharing
The most priceless time together
Her loving heart constantly caring
These moments in time last forever
As we were sitting by the fire inside
A reflection glowed within her eyes
It was that moment she had died
Asleep in my arms her body lies
I had kissed her one last good bye
Questions loomed why she was dead
I couldn't quite understand why
Her cancer like a wild fire spread
But hope helped me appreciate life
And it taught me how to learn
I fell in love again with my wife
Autumns glow and winters burn
When fear and anxiety became estranged
The doctor explained unequivocally
The test results have changed
My body collapsed to the ground
As leaves crunched beneath me
The sun started shining all around
I could feel again, a harmonious breeze
Blanketed by a landscape of autumn glow
I was comforted with hope
Treatments for cancer she'd undergo
With the medicines helping her cope
I took care of her every single day
On the road to her recovery
The strength she would display
And her smile so perfect and lovely
Winters burn approached as months went by
Every moment together a memory
We cherished instead of sharing a cry
My wife and I lived this eternity
Joking laughing and sharing
The most priceless time together
Her loving heart constantly caring
These moments in time last forever
As we were sitting by the fire inside
A reflection glowed within her eyes
It was that moment she had died
Asleep in my arms her body lies
I had kissed her one last good bye
Questions loomed why she was dead
I couldn't quite understand why
Her cancer like a wild fire spread
But hope helped me appreciate life
And it taught me how to learn
I fell in love again with my wife
Autumns glow and winters burn
Written by Mstrmnd1923
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Zazzles
Broomie
Forum Posts: 1797
Broomie
Tyrant of Words
24
Joined 23rd Nov 2013Forum Posts: 1797
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Zazzles
Broomie
Forum Posts: 1797
Broomie
Tyrant of Words
24
Joined 23rd Nov 2013Forum Posts: 1797
True Love A Metaphor
I breathe in your fragrance and it becomes nostalgic, like a myth from a story book I will bottle and bury it deep within my heart foreverand and always. Unmistakably undeniably undoubtedly I love you and as such is beyond contestation.
As if a prophecy of Ill-fated love had been foretold to me,
I drop down to my knees helpless and begin to weep.
I know you are leaving me as many before you have done, never to return until you are lifeless, until your body lay dead at my feet.
I whisper into his ear softly do not forget me, then reach for his hand and tell him, take this and keep it safe, then place something wet into his outstretched hand and walk away.
Innocently he uncurls his fingers and looks down to find a blood-filled stain in the palm of his hand, he looks at me once more as if to say, I understand, I understand you my love, forever and always.
Now frightened and lost for words he looks at me and wonders for a moment; not knowing why he starts to cry, streaks of fear now scar his cheek he wipes his face and tells me to come to him, I go to him to ease his pain
Solemnly, lovingly and with great pain I return his gaze with a wry grin and say; you have been granted the greatest gift of all, a piece of my heart for all of eternity, remember me my love, remember me always.
I breathe in your fragrance and it becomes nostalgic, like a myth from a story book I will bottle and bury it deep within my heart foreverand and always. Unmistakably undeniably undoubtedly I love you and as such is beyond contestation.
As if a prophecy of Ill-fated love had been foretold to me,
I drop down to my knees helpless and begin to weep.
I know you are leaving me as many before you have done, never to return until you are lifeless, until your body lay dead at my feet.
I whisper into his ear softly do not forget me, then reach for his hand and tell him, take this and keep it safe, then place something wet into his outstretched hand and walk away.
Innocently he uncurls his fingers and looks down to find a blood-filled stain in the palm of his hand, he looks at me once more as if to say, I understand, I understand you my love, forever and always.
Now frightened and lost for words he looks at me and wonders for a moment; not knowing why he starts to cry, streaks of fear now scar his cheek he wipes his face and tells me to come to him, I go to him to ease his pain
Solemnly, lovingly and with great pain I return his gaze with a wry grin and say; you have been granted the greatest gift of all, a piece of my heart for all of eternity, remember me my love, remember me always.
LostViking
Lost Viking
Forum Posts: 37
Lost Viking
Fire of Insight
8
Joined 2nd Apr 2020Forum Posts: 37
Echoes of the Past
It was a cheap room in a cheap hotel he knew well. The only furnishings were a bed, a chair, and a small bedside table. The bathroom light was on casting a dim glow.
Jenny, a woman in her early twenties, stood by the bed with a small, knowing smile on her face.
“Mr. Weiss? Is that you,” she asked in a voice he remembered.
Mr. Weiss, a man in his late fifties, stepped closer and adjusted his glasses.
“Oh my. Is it Jenny?” As he said, the words, he felt the heat of a blush across his face.
“Yes, it’s me,” Jenny replied, her smile dimming as her eyes look away from Mr. Weiss and then back to him, her head tilting as if studying him.
“I remember your kindness,” she said at last.
“You were a good student, Jenny. One of the best.”
“I remember you telling us to seek learning and wisdom. I’m sorry for you to see me here,” Jenny said.
Mr. Weiss with a rueful smile said, “I’ve sought wisdom but fallen very short. The more I learn of life, the less I understand. And now, seeing you...” His voice trailed off. “It's as if time has played a cruel trick on us both.”
Jenny: (Reaching out, touching his hand) “We are older, Mr. Weiss, but that doesn't mean we're any less alive. Sometimes, the heart grows hungry for more than just knowledge.”
Mr. Weiss blushed again realizing he’d never felt Jenny’s touch as a student through they were close.
“Yes, hungry...” Mr. Weiss shakes his head. “But what am I saying? You were my student, and I...”
Jenny inserted, “We’re just two souls who once shared a classroom and now we meet again, Mr. Weiss. The past is a shadow; it doesn't define us now.”
“Jenny, I—” Mr. Weiss stops with a questioning look.
Jenny speaks up now with a more mature voice. “I know why you’re here. Do you still want me?”
“Yes,” answered Mr. Weiss.
As Jenny turned away and unbuttoned her blouse, Mr. Weiss was transfixed and gazed at her form. Her blouse fell to the floor and he saw the smoothness of her back. As she began to unsnap her jeans, he placed an envelope on her bedside table. When she turned around, he'd disappeared through the doorway.
Jenny, a woman in her early twenties, stood by the bed with a small, knowing smile on her face.
“Mr. Weiss? Is that you,” she asked in a voice he remembered.
Mr. Weiss, a man in his late fifties, stepped closer and adjusted his glasses.
“Oh my. Is it Jenny?” As he said, the words, he felt the heat of a blush across his face.
“Yes, it’s me,” Jenny replied, her smile dimming as her eyes look away from Mr. Weiss and then back to him, her head tilting as if studying him.
“I remember your kindness,” she said at last.
“You were a good student, Jenny. One of the best.”
“I remember you telling us to seek learning and wisdom. I’m sorry for you to see me here,” Jenny said.
Mr. Weiss with a rueful smile said, “I’ve sought wisdom but fallen very short. The more I learn of life, the less I understand. And now, seeing you...” His voice trailed off. “It's as if time has played a cruel trick on us both.”
Jenny: (Reaching out, touching his hand) “We are older, Mr. Weiss, but that doesn't mean we're any less alive. Sometimes, the heart grows hungry for more than just knowledge.”
Mr. Weiss blushed again realizing he’d never felt Jenny’s touch as a student through they were close.
“Yes, hungry...” Mr. Weiss shakes his head. “But what am I saying? You were my student, and I...”
Jenny inserted, “We’re just two souls who once shared a classroom and now we meet again, Mr. Weiss. The past is a shadow; it doesn't define us now.”
“Jenny, I—” Mr. Weiss stops with a questioning look.
Jenny speaks up now with a more mature voice. “I know why you’re here. Do you still want me?”
“Yes,” answered Mr. Weiss.
As Jenny turned away and unbuttoned her blouse, Mr. Weiss was transfixed and gazed at her form. Her blouse fell to the floor and he saw the smoothness of her back. As she began to unsnap her jeans, he placed an envelope on her bedside table. When she turned around, he'd disappeared through the doorway.
Written by LostViking
(Lost Viking)
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