It was his prolonged rhyme
And his clock like broken hand
But still made time against me
https://mentalnotes1.wordpress.com/2013/08/07/together-random-thought-2/
EXCERPT: COMMENT SECTION NEVER ENDING WORD PLAY BY ME AND SEAN
You have transformed me into moments of Raindrops
Sunrays from roof tops
When I was closed you opened my blinds
You let in the sunshine
You put me on your gardens frontline
And vacuumed tears from my rivers rain
You soldiered lillies and butterflies that laid eggs on my windowpane
And slayed every dragon that dared creep into my brain
You squeezed oil from my rot
And brought meaning and love to every painful drop
We hugged each other like microphones
You made musical sound to every agonizing groan
It was music only you could read
It was the air only you could breath
And so
It will always be
Me
And you
Together!
Buildings rain grey skies
And rainbows play word games
Giving us unspeakable names
But color will never touch us
AN EXCERT FROM: https://mentalnotes1.wordpress.com/2013/07/19/together-random-thought-2/
I wonder if you knew
That you have one of the most exciting mannerisms I’ve encountered in this physical Dimension
I’ve said it many times before
And I’ll say it 1000 more
I wonder if you knew
I love metaphoric poetry! I am really trying to get away from saying what I mean in my poems. I want the reader to scratch their head and ask their selves “what does she mean?’ My earlier poetry “was so direct. This reblog uses imagery to paint the words. Words like coffin, battlefield, clothesline, diatomic, dynamite and my favorite passage, “pack my body in boxes
“This is a great read! Below is the direct link.
http://infinitendeavor.wordpress.com/2013/08/02/indigo-waves-2/
Hang me from your clothesline
Located in the backyard of your dreams
Wring me out with comments
Make me feel like I too, believe
…
Sink me in your diatomic waste
Full of constrictor dynamite
Fill me with skewers of justice bombs
Make this too, your flight
…
Sing to me the corporeal sea
Found in the beaches of Italy
Sadden the daylight counterpart
With dreams of night
…
Contain the sun
Hidden in your living room
Pack my body into boxes
And sink it into the battlefields
…
But no matter what you do-
Don’t construct love
The way a coffin
Of indigo waves
I’m words away
From exposing this poetic truth
You can’t take me away from my poetic roots
My garden is rich with colorful poetic fruit
Get you a glass come drink this poetic juice
I muse just to confuse
Filling up on poetic soup
Words dangling truth slippin’ poetic noose
Poetry has no justification
Only words I speak
Is truth!
Perizzites lay babies in my brain
Forcing poetic germs from these mythological veins
I write and put my random thoughts in mind carved frames
And I bask in my glory playing this poetic game
My passion has no mercy
It has no senseless shame
I’m sworn to secrecy
I have no poetic gain
And if I don’t write
I fear my brain will not regain
Tryna’ master the art of
Poetry.
Memory.
Listen.
Retain.
I am desperate to repeat what my mind has heard
I hide and take refuge from behind these poetic words
I savoir every image
I don’t want to waste it
Running from the anti-Christ
Because I know he will hate it
Using this poetry to sooth my poetic nerves
But the truth is I’m lost without these prophetic verbs
Words!
I write until my fingers bleed
Making verb babies to add to this poetic breed
And my garden is where I plant these poetic seeds
For all who roam my pastures to meditate and read
So I scribe and plant poetic seeds
I’m addicted to these words
This is my pathetic need
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