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cue

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cue

someone else heard this buzzing and called it a B flat. someone else heard Beetlejuice Beetlejuice Beetlejuice and I still did not come to you. I heard be the juice and chose apple. I heard a tuning fork and harmonized hum hum hum god the sound of my voice was blue as sky. blue blue blue as sky. Someone else knew how to swim like a kite and still be tethered to the ground. Someone else was

the ground and the quick callous on the finger from the string. a sharp line. someone else was the wind twirling like a warm-up, an arpeggio clear as a flute. as a B flat as a summoning as a come to me as an
I told you my name please hear it please hear it. someone else heard this buzzing and knew what to call it.

Kurama Watches Hiei [poem]

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Yu Yu Hakusho inspired poem. Fanfic poetry? What will end up on this blog next?

Kurama Watches Hiei

Something about it being April
While my friend 
So quietly stares at the ocean 
Like it’s a library
His back to me. 
One hand shoots black fire into the sky
It falls like newspaper 
To torch the sea 
Scorch his arm.
I want to tell him come here 
Let me rinse you forever.
I hear him laugh at this, 
or squish his eyebrows together.
If you can squish your eyebrows together 
What can you do with your ears?
Hear what my arms want 
with your whole body
Your head
Rest it on my flowerbed.

[poem] It’s Halloween Again

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It’s been Halloween for three seasons.
I don’t mean October 31st
We’re not in a time loop.
It’s been a half-open otherworld up here.
Misty metallic air, like the whole atmosphere is woven with ghosts.
Earth breathes greener than it’s ever been in front of these eyes (these old bad boys, these astigmatic dorks)
The sky blinks sunny and blue but there’s a rainy electricity in the air.
You can smell it.
It’s Halloween so early? So late? So long
But it’s Spring. It’s gotta be. The weather searches for softball
and shuffles the tarot cards.
Mushrooms puff out of the grass,
and candles do too, like ominous flaming flowers (all colors)
There’s a twinkle in the eye of every pond
glitter in the inhale
exhale
of dusk and dawn
and all of us can fly.
Trees crack their backs and
all black cats can talk
birds chirp fairies fairies fairies
I hope this lasts.

Zelda poem #Lynel

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#lynel
gung ho – hung tho

i missed the lilacs bloom this year
their sweetness and purple color.  
Dumbass Me. Can’t believe it.  
hooked into a jack ass with
ass for days
(centaur)
nothing near as sweet as spring
so i passed the lilacs a dozen times i bet
one night i go outside just me
i drop everything i can let go  
in the grass
no phone keys wallet
it’s just me out there with restless crickets
so i missed the flowers and became a kid  
hosed out my stamina wheel  
left the block breathless

i sat in a cemetery before work
on a bench by the service berries  
white petal perfume
pure and delicate.
Birds chatting.  

Dolce

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This poem was originally posted here a few months ago as Clair de lune. The true inspiration behind the poem was “Patience” by The Lumineers. I called it Clair de lune because I also felt this way when hearing that song, plus it’s a song everyone knows. Still, it felt dishonest to claim the true inspiration came from a universally beloved classical piece rather than a modern song! Is that silly? Here’s the latest version, which is nothing like the other version.

 

Dolce
After hearing “Patience” by The Lumineers

Dear Piano,
You are the only voice who can sing this one.
No offense to clarinets
But my god
Your black and white teeth
Bite along my spine til it straightens.
You loosen my jaw
Floss my teeth with your strings.
And you’re smooth
As a bar of soap on glass.
Dear Piano you make my eyes roll back
Like a tongue between my thighs.
Unfear me.
I was born to understand what sweet is
in many languages.

Keep Going – poem

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Hello! I hope everyone’s doing well. I wrote this one yesterday, so it’s still fresh! Not sure about the title yet. I’m trying not to publish the VERY first draft of any poem because they’re rarely good enough to claim. But the 2nd and 3rd drafts? Sure. I’m an impatient millennial. I always wanna post [exciting/interesting/unusual/new] things as they happen.

See you later! I might even do a 2018 Goals list like everyone else.

Eva

So I Leave

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Hello,

This one’s possibly two years old now. Since I’m writing so many new poems a day for NaNoWriMo (and my book), I thought I should share a few of my older poems.

 

What he said was good grammar
good tone, good smile
How much does an artichoke weigh
How much Truth Do You Want

How Hard do I Tap my Feet so he Hears I wanna be light
as a dancer on a drum
Do I sing or scream through my window
& how sweet do I make the sound?
The longer I stay the faster my forearms feel dumb

From him I inherit a thousand
tiny vases of jagged glass
in my gums and stutter
on the first word I think to say
and find there is nothing to express

-So I Leave