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poet Anonymous

snuff vi
2 ov 30


[iii]
doll eyes floated in the teacup
winking from scalding peppermint when they surfaced
with a sickening plop;
i licked your irises, swallowed the dilation that devours the cosmos at dawn,
never sated, either ov us ~
... i could suck the accent from your tongue, chew words from
the thick muscle until it falls limp into my mouth
and still hunger, still crave to taste the worlds in your sockets ...

[ii]
i hold hummingbirds captive in the terrarium ov my lungs
feel them flutter anxiously, waiting on a dark call that does not come;
they peck_ furious to breathe your notes, to inhale
the seduction ov your timbre
momentarily quelled by the ripples dancing from where you first
dripped like honey from a razor blade into the center ov my being
 
[i]
gentle swirls ov counter intuition lap at the gravestones ov my hips,
i let the corpses sleep for tonight...
everyone has skeletons in their cunt
... they don't deserve to rattle their bones in the perfumed aether
& the gyration ov nicotine stained smoke slithering from
the glimmer ov shattered souls;
there is weight in the air,
heady with things unsaid & confessions made in momentary fear
tho they can wait for tomorrow's tomorrow

rowantree
Thought Provoker
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Forum Posts: 217

1/30

day collar

These days, I keep on feeling,
over and again,
your middle finger and thumb almost meeting
around my lithe little neck,
that palm upon me, that collar, like lightest armor! -
my windows, I mean eyes, singing you an honest song.

ting, says the leash,
sound that nibbles my ear on its way in...
and the chains, clink, of course I am here
at your heel, your skin - what on earth was I doing
before I met metal's wink?

In my own day, now,
my own breathing,
the day collar holds me
and in its perfect position,
learns my heartbeats
just like you.

My own windchime of a laugh
born under the collar
fell out on the sheets,
fine enough to surprise me;
now, it replays
and I hope you are listening, too,
to the notes you set free.

Thetravelingfairy
Fire of Insight
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Joined 12th July 2017
Forum Posts: 286

1/30

Mirage

clear as day, I see you
across a broken yellow line
you are just beyond the horizon
but to me, a foot away

running through this desert land
ocotillos just a blur
catching up to you
is like chasing the moon

I needed you today
you were supposed to stay
now you’ve left me in the dust
I didn’t think it would be this way

maybe if I closed my eyes
let the night finally fall
you wouldn’t be so far
you’d want to come after all

here at last, I stand alone
where you once saw me
you are a mirage
because you’ve disappeared

Unique words: 78

Amorous_tryst
Dangerous Mind
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Joined 12th June 2017
Forum Posts: 945

April's Fool

2/30

Ode to 'NaPoGloProWriMo


What I'll write from now 'til May
I hope will be myself
for I have grown far much too weary
to remain upon this shelf

it's my plan to use this time.
to clear out some debris
in hopes that ridding most of it
will help to set me free

Objective 1

I sit in wonder of these poems
composed by those who can
create such beauty with their ink
while mine all seem so bland

it's jealousy and envy
those cur-sed human traits
ones I know if left unchecked
will bring a wret-ched fate

chase these demons from my thoughts
by taking pen in hand
release this misery welcomed not
to dwell within my land


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words, 118 unique. 97

rosegold
Thought Provoker
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Forum Posts: 58

1/30
unique words: 65

bruised brain

my brain-
it must be speckled
with bruises and holes
scattered deep and wide
across it's soft
vulnerable surface

chipped edges
lining fragile veins
dents and valleys
marks and scars
full of broken, damaged parts

it's sure been knocked around
beaten up inside my head
it's been abused
but it's still alive
still bleeding
and still
fighting

if I could see its shape
outlined on a screen
I wonder
how disfigured would it be?




yelluw_always
Haley Quaquaversal
Fire of Insight
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Forum Posts: 141

Lakeside 2/30

I ring them into the digits
   made for pressing eyes, for touch
      avows to mold an
   earthside
vision, in how I parse the effect
   and cause of what makes the turtle
       abandon its log, the
   clouded
water plops a three-
   dimensional sound of murk
      straight above as its
   shell
is blanketed of depths, can’t help think
   the water is what I breathe, as
      movement is everything
   there.

And the sky high-
   lights the ascension of what is
      thrown up, displaced,
   air-
grains rushes in those spaces like sand
   collapses back into his foot
      prints. He writes a
   mangrove,
their fractal roots jag the foil
   of the lake font. Replacement
      as color, as a sunset
   ginghams
pink with teeth- the angular
   vexes of a horizon, these billowed
      lips I can read in any
   direction.

Here Painted Turtles
   fugitive their own lake,
      look, look, finery
   struck and deeper than ink,
by birthright on their skin, warnings
   striated bright, and paid for in past
      lessons. There painted is day
   navigating
a black protocol
   as a fickle flood of re-
      collection language
   chews

deltas through. War generates
   sentences on their necks
      I could have
   used
to diss the course of being an
   empty voice-box. One webbed foot
      had lifted slow at my
   care-
less furrow upon the air and
   roiled their raft of peace. Instinctual
      flight of my hands as a
   throat.

Untethered, mercy
   is the water
      gingerly kissing
   away
hexes, kissing my curvature
   ratios of a crow-thirst for shiny
      lexicon, my after-
   thought
abandons its relief and compels
   the subject to jot backwards;
      to refill the vowels of my anti-
   presence.

Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
Tyrant of Words
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Forum Posts: 5134

2/30

A New Waste

There’s nothing and everything traditional
about myself. And even though you bring me
rare and exotic offerings to this table of myself,
of a retentive spirit with suspicions, I sniff
at your lack of knowledge of such cuisine.
I turn to race to the high country for fresh air
and a barn-sour mode of transportation
before my city insides knot. Yet in my flight
I feel the pull as my primitive hunger gets the
better of my expired wanderlust despite your
patrician ignorance. This naked nature’s girl
sick with drink in the wilderness. You know
the lay of the land I was born to, anticipating
it with wandering fingers undoing me, and
a moist mouth to a parched clime yielding.
Clearing all that came before, to lay a new
waste, sending invitations. The mortician.




unique words: 97

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thepositivelydark
Fire of Insight
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Forum Posts: 134

2/30

and I


Would anyone look for me,
He asked.
Not really, not tonight.

Stuck in a room somewhere -
Like a child about to be scolded,
I looked back at him -
Staring me down.

Air thick with something and I still can't think straight,
"Spill,"
He told me,
And I do.

Just a little bit above the sound of song playing-
I say the sordid,
I say the harsh -
The sprinkle
Of gentle mercies,
The scratched up melodies with it.

And by midnight,
He spills his.
By this moonlight,
Nothing was pretty.
Clothed,
And barer than I have ever
Ever been.

And it hangs around, the way
Everybody wants to jump in the sympathy,
Until they see the reality of it -
The filth of it, the ugly of it.

(The reality of me -
The filth of me -
The ugly of me.)

But he was familiar with it, too
So when the words faded, and throats raw,
We just sat in the silence
And kept our judgements away from the lightening room.
His deep dark chuckle silences everything.

By dawn, we fell asleep.



179 words, 113 unique

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poet Anonymous

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JusTim_
Tyrant of Words
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Joined 22nd Jan 2017
Forum Posts: 171

2/30

Day Two

It's day two
but really day four hundred ninety two
where my first thought is of you

where my eyes open
and picture your blues
still floating in my dream

desperately I scroll
thru every last page
every scene
still scrambling in my brain
not knowing where we left off

so I begin again
knocking on your door
lost on a road unkown
only hoping to find my way
you offer up a place to stay

and I oblige

your fire simmers against the chill
as our steam it gently sways
and we talk into the night
no questions, no answers, no right

you choose the perfect song
and we dance, and we dance
and we dance

entwined we drift away

poet Anonymous

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DaisyGrace
Dangerous Mind
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Forum Posts: 1392

2/30

Believers

“Now I’m a believer!
Not a trace
of doubt in
my mind”
rang out from the
backseat.
Little boy voices
mixing with
grownup.

Still unashamed
of their parents’
dancing and
singing
and loving.

Only the occasional
“why are you kissing?!”
As you and I
kissed across the
middle console.

This random,
spontaneous decision
to eat greasy
fried chicken and
mashed potatoes
was probably one of the
best decisions of
the last two months.
A call to
“have the boys ready
at 5:20-ish and we’ll
leave.”

So many smiles
and laughs and
big family
memories
that I want
frozen into time.

Time for them to
stay little,
not big,
for all eternity.

“Not a trace
of doubt in
my mind.”

*******
Quotes at the start and end are from I’m a Believer by Neil Diamond, by way of smash mouth and the Shrek sound track.

poet Anonymous


2 of 30

art in the dark


who knows the story
now shrouded in darkened cavern walls
a tale all but eclipsed
so deeply hidden light cannot follow
where these strangers left their message
in an ancient long ago
millennia in concealment
unnoticed they waited
voices silent
yet speaking volumes to the human condition
using the most basic & simple of connections
touch
hand to hand
crossing time & evolution of life
what once was known
now only a memory
merely assumed
but never lived by us in truth
existing only in history
forever whispered in halls of painted stone
buried within the dust & shadows
of a long forgotten survival
when mere life was a daily battle
and only the strongest would remain
who were these souls
placing palm to rock & leaving their permanent mark
did they know how long it would last
or the questions it would arouse
curiosity
a sense of reaching back
tip to tip
and connecting with those of the past
the art of speaking
without words
a caress in the darkness
assurance
we are never alone
give me your hand
you are heard

Hepcat61
geoff cat
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2/30

Morning's Rise – Day Two

Fast running feet on mountain loam,
With baying dog that runs behind,
A wood that tastes like wind and roam,
Like sunlit pools and melon rind.

In brothers’ yelps and screams descend,
Fast running feet on mountain loam.
We raid the dumps, attacks pretend,
For Playboy mags and Styrofoam.

With sun low bent and calls for home,
Through sandstone spires and redneck roads,
Fast running feet on mountain loam,
With hopes of stew and pie “ah ha-mode.”

We wash – “make sure behind your ears”
With snapping towels, and mustache foam,
We pray in rhymes, “sweet dreams” appear,
Fast running feet on mountain loam.

Words: 109
Unique Words: 75

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Tallen
earth_empath
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The Game of Tag
(Two  of  30 -- NaPo/GloPoWriMo 2019)  


If I should look
one day
and unable
to find myself,

Slap me,
Please.  I promise
to like it,
the pain.

I will ever be
with You only
biding my time.

Soaring and floating
how is it different?
amidst the starlit
universe, I try to wipe
tears from Your eyes
assurance of memories
encouraging no more
no more tears
for it has always been
and been my course
to wait for You
if I got here first.



My love,
I can’t wait to show


You the universe.


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73 unique

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