30 Poems in 30 Days

[AChild]

?2-1

Called it the thunder clapping
crash with momentum to burn
burn with the base of being high
scream the thought that keeps us changing
the music isn't in my head
more on the fingers of the wind
what's driving toward the win
what worth winning in heaven
hell
your heart
mine

which juicy fruit is fruit to you
meat to me
used blood to the brother
can't find a drug to replace this practice
or any really that puts me toward the
shaper image the realler me than yesterday
don't let tomorrow come with out progression

blades and bullets
I skincker-snap and feel the life flow
sticky, which tears supposed to cry
I fell more like crying for the end of season
when they die they know the secret
broadcloth, gingham or no
I supposed its lucky and until then I'm just being used
so that I am useful

un focus eyes and let the carpet
swim let the arrow vines point
through mirrors to mirrors
watch reflection in worlds and worlds and worlds
in words and words and words

in tangles of a silver color on the wind lace
I reverse the tired
this is my joy - to make my mind a disease

 

[Yoron]

---------------------------------notimeatall-----------

mindgames

Things you do to others before they do to you
patterns that makes you lose yourself
believing you're in control

Subtle movements of the finger writing
you trying to write on me me on you
the need for flesh and blood
to create and destroy

a dance of temptation
to hold what
trust
love

dreams of the blood



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So where will my dreams take me
To what place of milk and honey
will angels visit me
what songs they sing

the song of life
as fragile as your eyes
lonely in their burning betrayal
foremost gazing black hate
behind trust lost

listen love time breaths for you
listen and learn

To crush innocence the vilest of crimes
hurt begets hurt breaking the spirit
coloring your dreams


Innocence still awaits
let it in

out
in


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[PandoraGlitters]

2-18 Rattle of Chains

This is not a love poem it is an account
of a haunting. Do not send
televised psuedo-scientists. Just listen:

do you ear the sigh that curls my toes
into the hiss of his name?

As his ghost rises along my body
flanks flinch into moon-paled timbers which give

as if he were between them. He drinks
my sparkling cup in all phases, pushes
inside to be born again

and again.

 

[4degrees]

17-25

waiting in warmth
the deviant doorway
may spring open at any time
no warning, pouring over
old red passion
loving repitiously
superstition collides with
a tattered mind
sending fragments of
lost ms word files and
self published books
screaming through the atmosphere
turning to fire right before
they completely disappear.

cryptic soiled cynic seeks
one half as broken as me
one not beyond total recall
i recoil, i strike snake-like
but venom fades fast
just like ink on wet paper
like a velvet heart shaped box
like the smells that still exist
still distant and vague
but plague me to
forever.

 

[annaswirls]

again-16

so he slicks up next to me and says
if you're gonna be a dog, you
might as well bark and well how do you argue
with such Dr. Phil logic besides with a nice pat on the head
good boy, you got your day

 

[AChild]

?2-2

the stuff of dreams

the sliding track
the lie that didn't hold

the voices are the monsters
you can't see the faces only
feel the terror real

its that moment
before you could gauge
how much trouble you were in

as a child
your back against the wall
eye peaking round the corner

covered in the mud sweat guilt
it clings as you wipe and dirties everything
the patch you made to shield yourself from reality
has great big holes

bullets in the wanted poster
the forked tongued gaze of morality
eats away the paper

 

[Yoron]

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People

pebbles on the beach
so dull and gray
until the sea touch
colors vibrant and strong

Here but for a moment
scared to live scared to die

Always in search for that moment of revelation
explaining purpose making dreams come true
our anvils resting in foundations of trust
sledgehammers randomly moving
life our forge

Stealing trust is like stealing life
flowing between your fingers
leaving the senses dulled
and the mind closed

someone once said that we are here
to wash away those dark spots
on our souls

let it be so

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[manipulatrix]

3-14

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[Yoron]

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There are different truths
none correct but all true
relatively seen.

this forge smote us all
crusting the human heart
I hear laughter building inside me
like distant thunder

Shiva dances us all
and mercy is none of his names

burn motherfucker
burn


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[PandoraGlitters]

2-19 Dogged

She follows
respeaking me
row by row but

calling the dogs the guards
the gods to punish me
for living

is not going to sow
her harvest.

Why doesn't she fold
back her cuffs
bend her trousered knees

and dip her tip
into her own well?

It looks plenty black
to me.

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Southern temptress advises
walking down a hot road requires
a strut, instructs

we Northerners
on how to woo a southern man,
palming intention and holding it
behind her back. So it is casual
even lazy

when, at 8pm, she mentions
the berries she has plucked
for his breakfast
and biscuits: how they rise.

 

[4degrees]

17-26

a long gray ash
is what becomes of
a newport
and can be blown
away in a single
breath.
my love is long
and gray
and dissolves into
the air.

 

[annaswirls]

again-17

he said be careful
with the mentioning of things like
peninsulas and the color of daffodils

keep it under the covers
celestial smoke screen dig it
no jazz hush

 

[AChild]

?2-3

round the fire
each person adds
a different drum beat

the shadows tell a story
inspired by the flames

the speaker
head of lion
soul of blue feather bird
voice of the full children
calling

stars crowd round the fire
this is how it was made
the introduction
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wolf sting
the winds sends a different message
sheets flow against me on the line
half consumed by clean white
rub my back on the unseen
leaving shadow bulges

the bug on the branch
lands on the path between my eyes and the sun
clear at the wings
the organs break the light
darker spectrums pulse and slide
as it lives and eats leaves

the bug looks my way and says,"Holy Shit! What a huge butterfly!"

 

[manipulatrix]

3-15

.....

 

[Yoron]

beautiful poetry is not but true

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The way of dreams is to walk alone
immersed in the the shadows of myself
In black and white or shades of grey
When at last colors strike me I do not care
I'm already lost inside

There are different types of space mind space time space life space
some say that we live in a time reversal of a black hole
how appropriate instead of going in we're going out
Stepping out Í see you
and seeing hurts

how can seeing hurt me so
I do not understand
It's only my eyes
not like I care

Written in the heavens
the first sound of our universe
The waves are still there to be seen
You too is there forever described
in that drop of endless time
a string of dreams

waiting for fulfillment

Life has its own way of joking
you and me him and her
all in fun

Why am I not laughing
am I


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So the questions above and the abyss below
staring blindly into time waiting for the axe
lift up your hair sweets

Seeing futility
ants running in search
for that wish
that will bring them back
to love lost

burying themselves in movements
echoing alone in chambers to big for comfort
or hiding in their innermost reaches
narrowly defining their limits

believing themself immortal
protected from time by their ignorance
killing the very ground they stand on

and love that most precious of things
defiled by their own choice
time takes us all

time

.

 

[PandoraGlitters]

wing shadows the foggy glass
embracing you in its hush
in your chest are carols to spring

that sing drive with me in the desert
for the sky is full of purple and you can smell
rain in the evening, babydoll

I steal over chilled tile like fog
called to you to that ionic storm
that branches over my neural net

in one hand is the round white cup
of steaming french roast
stealing your spot under the stream I offer the cup

and you sip its gold, ready for the jolt
then we're skins sliding over soap bubbles
steam rises our prayers to Inanna for seed

 

[annaswirls]

again-18

if wishes were horses if wishes
were horses I would fly fly fly
into the sky like magnetic poetry
we toast the moon we swim in flowerbeds
moving words across the surface if horses
painted a thousand words my darling my darling
let's go for a ride

 

[4degrees]

17-27

my poem generator
roget and kafka and
the heat of self
mutilation
all night climax
rings into oblivion
like feral cats
matted sticky fur
collaboration with
some vampish dream
intersecting with a rightous glow
the kind you give off
like the light of
my cpu's one cental eye
that quiet hum
lulls into forever.

 

[manipulatrix]

3-16

.....

 

[AChild]

?2-4

reason for a long night
friends and sprits to enjoy
which I could talk about it more
but
there's a half naked girl on my
couch and she just keeps peeing

 

[Yoron]

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The true measure of a man
where do it rest

In my money
in my dreams
in you

Is it only me feeling confused
everyone seems so assured
as if knowing

is it only me wandering aimlessly searching for that stone to read
I look and I can't choose I decide but I'm not sure
my life hollowed out seeing your colors fade
like watching a nightmare unfould
am I here at all

Life a soulless dream
animals rutting in its belly
am I one of them

I saw you and I thought you might be the one
were you only a reflection passing
never there same as me
here now soon gone

we're not for real are we
same as God
dance
burn




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I wish I dreamt true
Your skin resting against mine
I touched your hair for an eternity
silken strands flowing over me
into your embrace

never meant to disturb just hold
your heart against mine
no stranger to me
in my dreams

I miss what I never got
I do

you


-------0150anddreaming--

 

[annaswirls]

again-19 place keeper

so pointless, unfair
like whacking the dog with yesterday's newspaper
for a shoe he chewed
three hours ago pointless
yesterday you slept in
leaving me awake with the children
night, morning and so today
as I fold laundry I leave all of your tee shirts
socks, underware, inside out
like you put them in the basket

so there ah ha got you
this revenge goes nowhere
but it beats talking about it
yes sir

 

[PandoraGlitters]

2-21 Neon Cliffs

I swear dancing with you is like swimming
with pee in the pool, warm rarely and suspicious
origin. Most people would work hard at it.

You just rattle off eight sections of brilliance
paint it and call it a fence and yes
it holds. It even floats. And there it is

warm again until I try to dive. When I plunge
into this moment, whole, you vanish
leaving behind only a shiver.

 

[4degrees]

17-28

surround
sound of inspiration
abundant in nature
and man
paths of skin and
soil, an interpretated
folk lore of fuck
a long brown root
of life itself, not so deep
laying silent, some-
right behind every
smile or downturned lip
and every blinking eye
the thought, the poetry of
fuck, bides time.

 

[manipulatrix]

3-17

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