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yelluw_always
Poem Published
6th Feb 2019 5:14pm
6th Feb 2019 5:14pm
The Natural Cues of the Visual
You are on a sidewalk. Strolling along in a conversation conversion of a complete circle. You and partner are barbell ends. When partner moves a millimeter away from you, you slip in step and slip a telephone pole. You are home alone reading. Leave a sliver of the alcove window unshut. Foe enters at the other end of the brownstone. Tiny cyclones pass over forearm slanting to the slitted vortex. Tiny inflatable air dancers advertise "A presence is here. Shiver. A presence is here. Wobble.” You are in a car. Bust out in a dance at any time because you don't need music on the outside. Passenger...
#identity
#prose
#culture
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fianaturie8
Fia Naturie
Fia Naturie
Poem Published
8th May 2024 9:10pm
8th May 2024 9:10pm
Musing 2
It’s kinda funny,
How you’re always hanging round.
How can I encourage you?
To come close.
Be on even ground.
There’s no pressure.
We can do what you want to do.
What I am trying to say is, I see you.
Are you shy, or just playing a role?
You want my hand.
We can take a stroll.
Better yet, take the lead.
I’ll follow you,
And we will see.
What you want I can do for you.
There is no pressure.
That’s a fact.
I just...
How you’re always hanging round.
How can I encourage you?
To come close.
Be on even ground.
There’s no pressure.
We can do what you want to do.
What I am trying to say is, I see you.
Are you shy, or just playing a role?
You want my hand.
We can take a stroll.
Better yet, take the lead.
I’ll follow you,
And we will see.
What you want I can do for you.
There is no pressure.
That’s a fact.
I just...
#FreeVerse
#prose
25 reads
8 Comments
smackdownraven
Poem Published
11th Nov 2024 11:28pm
11th Nov 2024 11:28pm
a Priestess
the trance triggers memories
powerful feelings overcome
in my midnight hours yearn
burning with passion
I can't explain my deep need
sorrow festers and I seek the sun
sadness comes with the rain
the grey overwhelms
it hangs over me heavy
I must touch blue
kissing the angels I rise
a cloud floating alone
the winds carry my soul far away
lilting on the breeze
across the desert
where I touch down
the sun is life and death here
still, I worship the sun
my body falters and I have...
powerful feelings overcome
in my midnight hours yearn
burning with passion
I can't explain my deep need
sorrow festers and I seek the sun
sadness comes with the rain
the grey overwhelms
it hangs over me heavy
I must touch blue
kissing the angels I rise
a cloud floating alone
the winds carry my soul far away
lilting on the breeze
across the desert
where I touch down
the sun is life and death here
still, I worship the sun
my body falters and I have...
#love
#prose
35 reads
2 Comments
fianaturie8
Fia Naturie
Fia Naturie
Poem Published
26th Jun 2024 7:54pm
26th Jun 2024 7:54pm
The Grey of the Artic
The depth in the slate of natural rippling glass
Deceiving of its strength to hold
Inviting to tempt fate and step in
I see the weeping of the snow queen tears rests on your shoulders
Beautifully sad in her cold blessing of droplets that have dried leaving a white coat to last until she weeps again.
Deceiving of its strength to hold
Inviting to tempt fate and step in
I see the weeping of the snow queen tears rests on your shoulders
Beautifully sad in her cold blessing of droplets that have dried leaving a white coat to last until she weeps again.
#FreeVerse
#prose
40 reads
15 Comments
BaldyBrown
Poem Published
24th Oct 2024 6:25am
24th Oct 2024 6:25am
Seeds
The bee and the flower, how could either know
that because of their little dance the world lives?
Writing words is like waxing one’s carrot, to borrow from a colorful George Carlin metaphor. One sees something and it sets off a spark in the loins. What are words on a page but the end result of the same spark? and what is a sperm cell that is produced without first being a very pleasant hit of dopamine .
This is our process, displayed through a billion variations on the same life-giving theme and force.
But for every word written in this single suspended...
that because of their little dance the world lives?
Writing words is like waxing one’s carrot, to borrow from a colorful George Carlin metaphor. One sees something and it sets off a spark in the loins. What are words on a page but the end result of the same spark? and what is a sperm cell that is produced without first being a very pleasant hit of dopamine .
This is our process, displayed through a billion variations on the same life-giving theme and force.
But for every word written in this single suspended...
#philosophical
#prose
#StreamOfConsciousness #symbolism
#StreamOfConsciousness #symbolism
52 reads
0 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
25th Sep 2024 11:51pm
25th Sep 2024 11:51pm
journey completed
fed up with people calling whatever
happens to them a journey
and agree with the bloke in the pub
who says what the f*ck even for
me it’s far too early to get drunk and ordinarily
I prefer to remain seated
happens to them a journey
and agree with the bloke in the pub
who says what the f*ck even for
me it’s far too early to get drunk and ordinarily
I prefer to remain seated
#prose
55 reads
2 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
20th Sep 2024 7:30pm
20th Sep 2024 7:30pm
bare feet
his only chance was through
a back door which led into a yard, which
is three foot three inches his
way out
a back door which led into a yard, which
is three foot three inches his
way out
#prose
57 reads
3 Comments
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