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Well, it's overstatement i think but i thank you. :D And The part that makes me like your poem is about what i lack. I think whenever i write something, i lack something wild, rawness, instinct, and like my poem above, it's quite self-centered and simple moral story.
Not at all. It's very free in a sense. When I write though, you are correct, I do not really think at all. I am just picturing a set of related images. Some people might read it and see extroverted intuition at work but all the images are subjective and internal unfold linearly sort of like a cascading stop-motion unfolding of a flower melting and turning into a city, or something like that. One image to the next is a symbol of the previous I suppose. It's a form of active imagination for me. As opposed to drawing on paper, the drawing occurs in my mind and i just write it.

I was going to post this one next but i'll use it here as an example (thanks for lettin me blap a bit):

Out in the Aether,
Cold black space between us
I pushed into a reflection
and thought you'd fly into the sun and burn alive screaming
Instead I fly back now
Dying to the moon.
My last breath
A kiss to you for all the times

Love,
Your skeleton key.
 

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We are one
The zeitgeber of the beating pulse on your neck determines the pulse of my hunger
and I see it amplified, a vampire in the night.

My friable ego is also shattered being part glass and part dust
I rely on you to spill water on me to breath
spill it on me and blow.

me.

We sit at the Triclinium with imaginary friends we really have
They are there exchanging grapes and laying like dainty uselessness
Although to be fair, so are we.

The volte-face of it all is that there will be some magic in some other place, when this magic wears out
And we search for a new place to visit
But there will be no other magic, we'll see, as we exit the front door into the same story we're tired about.
There's Just our magic, and when we forget, we will find it again. Resurrection.

Do you have modicum of forgiveness in your bag of tricks?
Not too much
A little should do
I would never cheat on you
but I might call your mother a bitch
After I call you a bitch.

two.

Fidelity is high resolution here
my loyalty is deeper than the ocean, girl.
But there are a few evil sons of bitches who were loyal too so don't get creeped out by my scary eyes.
I assure you I'm equally as kind, at times, and only violent when I say vague fuckeries into the night
or whisper sweet fuckeries into the mistresses ear
My mistress is whining. My psychologist said I was verbally abusive.
I stopped talking to him because he charged me 200 an hour but told me that I should vote blue.
Fucking hypocrite.

I'm not duplicitous. I just don't want your mom to know I think she's a bitch so I act different when she's around
and you're not.
Anyways...

Thanks.
Later.

Love
12 year olds in love in 50 year old bodies.
 

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Semper Fidelis in Love

i"m special, so special
I am a sweet bite of catfish
on a summer's day
(you'll find no pescatarian here)
I am a stack of lies
more books than ten libraries
I'm special, so special
why?
because the tune i sing
can be found in no other
(like a cat on a fence)
because i'm rich
(and poor men tell no lies)
semper fi,
in love
 

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It's so hard to sit here
You're just getting wet in the rain
Come in here and let's go inside
To the kitchen where I can make us
Something to eat slow
Don't look away when I lick
The end of this spoon
It's so hard on your lips
and so wet on the moon

now listen to this
I think it would be really good lyrics if there was melody to your poem! I really liked how you visualized particular 'wet rainy day'. I can imagine it in my head.
 

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Well, it's overstatement i think but i thank you. :D And The part that makes me like your poem is about what i lack. I think whenever i write something, i lack something wild, rawness, instinct, and like my poem above, it's quite self-centered and simple moral story.
Well I thought it was supergreat!! Woot 🤟😎
 

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Now's the day our sun no more sinks into red ocean
But into night owl's halfheartedness, nightshade's bitter tang, nightmare's chill
I need you to feel long night of the knights' nation on bygone reduction
We won't go far, kept alive by apple juice, captured by- beep, beep, beep
I need you to miss me when i dig into the hole of
South ideal's passion, burnt incense's invasion, dying Hollywood's assassination

All is my fault, as long as we could believe in meant-to-be-ness
But i won't worry as much as sinking heart of fatherless mother

Now i hope you shoot that bird, not its heart, but its heat
Free it, We don't no more rise onto aura of blue sky
We won't no more rise onto death of who's-that-guy
We won't no more rise onto bloom of Yokai
We will rise onto that bird's heart, our now motherless heart, beating heart
I just dream it, hearing the beat of our little monster
I just dream it, I just drink it, I just mean it

Till then, i need you to miss me.
Don't worry, of course i will miss you.


Interpretation is on you, guys! It can be about love, humanity, death or anything really.
 

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BLUE STEEL

You came on the scene
I was looking down and caught your shoes.
I thought they were tacky but then I saw your ankles shaped by high socks
and ran up your legs to your thighs
exposed
except for fishnets
and a short Halloween dress
And an open blouse

Showing off your thick seams, I dropped my lava lamp and shook
and spilled all my beer
it came squirting out the cup
as I crushed it with my big hands
and threw it at the wall
"Damnit! Get me another"

We danced through the forest
my legs between tandems, high wires gracefully moving in the dark
we stepped and you asked me if it was too thick
I said I like a hairy mess
So we danced further along
Eating up the sound and looking down at something moving
Coming around
Grooving

You said your father made you point your toes
like a ballerina
And made you cross your legs like a lady every Sunday
Like Jesus on the cross
So you were going to wear a shorter skirt
When he wasn't looking
Then you blinked and we were gone
Like a good song
Oh so gone

We watched the sun rise and I was polishing my sword in total focus
Standing by the doorway, steel against steel, hardened like iron
You said "watch this." and you grabbed the piston to a rocket and squeezed it like a lemon
and let it drag you out of bed onto the floor
and up against the wall, but it was gentle in its brutal lift and thrust
Until we both stopped moving
And time moved on
and we broke our joints due to rust

We nearly exploded in mid-air
A hair's width apart, you latched onto the trigger
And Jack fell a part, unable to touch beyond the magnetic field
Because you were too close to the tree of life, forbidden
We separated into infinity and the space began to infinitely decrease
Bringing closer the fruit upon the table
That we read about once
About a third cousin who found a prince in a fable

The crease between your crests, the doves did cry
And the small mountains on the surface, the heat began to try
Throbbed and ached of molten rock, we screamed to the sky
But the volcano could never explode, "Oh god why?"
Tension under crust continued building, eon over eon
And then you told me something funny
That I heard in a song
"What if Jesus could be made in neon."
Your father used to scold you
Drink a beer
and lock you in the room
Because you kissed a boy at the park
And that was the first spark that turned you to a lark

Until you fell on the rock hard surface of a distant planet
And broke a crack on the earth with your push off the arms of a granite hold
And we left gorilla tracks in the mud as we danced into each other
When I threw my helmet off to the ground and declared,
unprotected,
That I would enter Hades, you said you would not force me, but if I must, please do
In the thick of bushes like two rabbits hitting
chased and rabid breathing, smashing sparks and splatter
the rain came down and wet the earth, with slaps
the leaves built up and split into ravines chasing each other
Tickling down the thy's edge on to our hands so we could drink
And turning down the skirt of a mountain, we saw her naked
One hand on the hips of fate
And the other stroking gently down her side with intentions to hold her tighter
We turned her face gently toward our lips
And she turned away to spurn us with her face, but drew closer with her body
and shook her hips in a mesmerizing trance
and she to our arms and brought them lower
Turned back and kissed us
And brought them even lower

So we held her closer, but not too close, just close enough to breath behind her ear when she did her dance of turning
And she begged us to do it, finally, and to not keep her waiting there, sitting on her Sunday school seat, waiting for religion
She was ready to throw it all into the garbage
Just to spread her wings one night and take flight
To wrap them around something hard and slow
That felt warm

So we laid her down and took her there
In the alley with her high heels on
Against the trash can
After prom

The thick and long sword I sharpened, I raised up
And slowly stalked inside
She trickled out the cavern
But i heaved and grunted up the sword
And went to work upon her bosom
And left behind a Spartan's armor

And when we awoke you turned to me
One more time my love you see
The dampness begs for Jubilee
Blue steel Blue Steel
Only for me.
 

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BLUE STEEL

You came on the scene
I was looking down and caught your shoes.
I thought they were tacky but then I saw your ankles shaped by high socks
and ran up your legs to your thighs
exposed
except for fishnets
and a short Halloween dress
And an open blouse

Showing off your thick seams, I dropped my lava lamp and shook
and spilled all my beer
it came squirting out the cup
as I crushed it with my big hands
and threw it at the wall
"Damnit! Get me another"

We danced through the forest
my legs between tandems, high wires gracefully moving in the dark
we stepped and you asked me if it was too thick
I said I like a hairy mess
So we danced further along
Eating up the sound and looking down at something moving
Coming around
Grooving

You said your father made you point your toes
like a ballerina
And made you cross your legs like a lady every Sunday
Like Jesus on the cross
So you were going to wear a shorter skirt
When he wasn't looking
Then you blinked and we were gone
Like a good song
Oh so gone

We watched the sun rise and I was polishing my sword in total focus
Standing by the doorway, steel against steel, hardened like iron
You said "watch this." and you grabbed the piston to a rocket and squeezed it like a lemon
and let it drag you out of bed onto the floor
and up against the wall, but it was gentle in its brutal lift and thrust
Until we both stopped moving
And time moved on
and we broke our joints due to rust

We nearly exploded in mid-air
A hair's width apart, you latched onto the trigger
And Jack fell a part, unable to touch beyond the magnetic field
Because you were too close to the tree of life, forbidden
We separated into infinity and the space began to infinitely decrease
Bringing closer the fruit upon the table
That we read about once
About a third cousin who found a prince in a fable

The crease between your crests, the doves did cry
And the small mountains on the surface, the heat began to try
Throbbed and ached of molten rock, we screamed to the sky
But the volcano could never explode, "Oh god why?"
Tension under crust continued building, eon over eon
And then you told me something funny
That I heard in a song
"What if Jesus could be made in neon."
Your father used to scold you
Drink a beer
and lock you in the room
Because you kissed a boy at the park
And that was the first spark that turned you to a lark

Until you fell on the rock hard surface of a distant planet
And broke a crack on the earth with your push off the arms of a granite hold
And we left gorilla tracks in the mud as we danced into each other
When I threw my helmet off to the ground and declared,
unprotected,
That I would enter Hades, you said you would not force me, but if I must, please do
In the thick of bushes like two rabbits hitting
chased and rabid breathing, smashing sparks and splatter
the rain came down and wet the earth, with slaps
the leaves built up and split into ravines chasing each other
Tickling down the thy's edge on to our hands so we could drink
And turning down the skirt of a mountain, we saw her naked
One hand on the hips of fate
And the other stroking gently down her side with intentions to hold her tighter
We turned her face gently toward our lips
And she turned away to spurn us with her face, but drew closer with her body
and shook her hips in a mesmerizing trance
and she to our arms and brought them lower
Turned back and kissed us
And brought them even lower

So we held her closer, but not too close, just close enough to breath behind her ear when she did her dance of turning
And she begged us to do it, finally, and to not keep her waiting there, sitting on her Sunday school seat, waiting for religion
She was ready to throw it all into the garbage
Just to spread her wings one night and take flight
To wrap them around something hard and slow
That felt warm

So we laid her down and took her there
In the alley with her high heels on
Against the trash can
After prom

The thick and long sword I sharpened, I raised up
And slowly stalked inside
She trickled out the cavern
But i heaved and grunted up the sword
And went to work upon her bosom
And left behind a Spartan's armor

And when we awoke you turned to me
One more time my love you see
The dampness begs for Jubilee
Blue steel Blue Steel
Only for me.
I'm sitting in the park bench listening how to disappear by lana del rey. Then i read your poem. God... I wish you knew how i feel right now. I can feel everything now. I really wanna tell you are born to write. Not to make you feel good. But to encourage you to master writing poems. I absolutely loved it.
 

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I'm sitting in the park bench listening how to disappear by lana del rey. Then i read your poem. God... I wish you knew how i feel right now. I can feel everything now. I really wanna tell you are born to write. Not to make you feel good. But to encourage you to master writing poems. I absolutely loved it.
Wow thanks..those were the vibes I was reaching for. I don't write enough but I'll try to write more. Very very positive for me here. Gracias!
 

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I'm sitting in the park bench listening how to disappear by lana del rey. Then i read your poem. God... I wish you knew how i feel right now. I can feel everything now. I really wanna tell you are born to write. Not to make you feel good. But to encourage you to master writing poems. I absolutely loved it.
And I'm really happy I made you feel something cause I was feeling it while I wrote it and spinning it out like a web.
 

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Corona x-mas

Got a liscence to kill
And you know it's gonna tear us apart
Gonna start write my will
Because x-mas without you breaks my heart

🌲☃😔💝

Who keeps two metres distance
And leave their family members behind
There is 6 in one bubble
Leaving one out is not very ...kind

👵👴👨‍👩‍👧‍👦

What if one has corona
And we others don't have any idea...
Some have cronic disease
And the danger just keep on and increase

🤒🤕
 

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Goodbye Stranger (A long life)

We are riding now in the margins, bounteous delights, full for grabbing
A holiday, ambrosial, we are lost in our sweet and bitter sweat, getting drunk
holding your hands, palm on palm, arm on arm, lips on lips, neon city lights, hips over hips.

Pushing them down into the bed with a heavy and gentle thrust lead by gravity, sinking on you
your breath is fresh but stained with vulgar strokes, an ingenious pheromone, even when it's dirty
We renew our fall from the stars
Through the abyss
As you say something flirty
and we spin again the webs
that fill our sacks with food
and feed us on our journey

Your face so new, I hold it like its porcelain
As we turn in the eternal empty space, and thicken my pace and grip to show you I could break it

The moon hovers low tonight
and your fingers crankle in my hands like shriveling spider legs
The obstreperous fiends invited to see us dance
Begin to turn to dust as they lust for just one chance
But I am the hardest villain who gets to win your hand
and puts my own so close and squeezes all the soft and silk
Your willyard ways have melted and I can feel you descending
And the heat in the bellows
has expanded to the abdomen, ascending to the heavens
We have not touched ourselves in some time
with any fancy stories
or any sort of sinful crime
You were once my lemon
but tonight you are my lime
At the end of our lives
I will still be a stranger
and you will always be mine.
 
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