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~u & i

pronouns hang in the hollow

of my throat

          trapped vowels, too hard

          to pronounce

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Written by InkArtist in portal Micropoetry
~u & i
pronouns hang in the hollow
of my throat


          trapped vowels, too hard
          to pronounce









lah 4.4.17 ©®
#poetry  #love  #relationships  #thoughts  #personal 
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~esoteric

notice the stillness

     of water

how it carries us along

its softened edges

     holds us in 

     its fragile depths

the lull of a lonely lake

& its blue mood

     wet with reasons

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Written by InkArtist in portal Poetry & Free Verse
~esoteric
notice the stillness
     of water
how it carries us along
its softened edges
     holds us in 
     its fragile depths

the lull of a lonely lake
& its blue mood
     wet with reasons









lah  4.3.17 ©
#poetry  #reflection  #nature  #thoughts  #personal 
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Written by InkArtist in portal Poetry & Free Verse

~little wife lies

 

 

 

 

 

diary pages smell

like stale silk sheets

a marriage of dirty, wilted petals

& a dying summer

 

but she enjoys the chill

of winter more

 

the thrill of carving lines in snow

always makes her wet

as she spins like a half-lit star

on a northern dance floor

 

she is an august lemon, heavy with juice

 

& he cums in the shape of a god

as she worships

his dark night sky

 

her fingers find the form of his hips

& she falls away to yesterday’s knees

unzips wanting lips

to write throaty sighs on the shadow

of his thighs

 

her mouth opens

to hot silk milk of his veins

pulsing against

another strange headboard

another interstate motel

 

her nails trail the length of him

stretching to read his punctuated skin

remembering his braille spine

as she runs her tongue over

the curve of his moon

 

& swallows each

secret

endless

moaning

echo

 

then slips away
 

 

 

 

his salt, still on her lips when she kisses

her husband

goodnight

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Written by InkArtist in portal Poetry & Free Verse
~little wife lies
 
 
 
 
 
diary pages smell
like stale silk sheets
a marriage of dirty, wilted petals
& a dying summer
 
but she enjoys the chill
of winter more
 
the thrill of carving lines in snow
always makes her wet
as she spins like a half-lit star
on a northern dance floor
 
she is an august lemon, heavy with juice
 
& he cums in the shape of a god
as she worships
his dark night sky
 
her fingers find the form of his hips
& she falls away to yesterday’s knees
unzips wanting lips
to write throaty sighs on the shadow
of his thighs
 
her mouth opens
to hot silk milk of his veins
pulsing against
another strange headboard
another interstate motel
 
her nails trail the length of him
stretching to read his punctuated skin
remembering his braille spine
as she runs her tongue over
the curve of his moon
 
& swallows each
secret
endless
moaning
echo
 
then slips away
 
 
 
 
his salt, still on her lips when she kisses
her husband
goodnight
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
lah  10.13.11 ©®
#poetry  #relationships  #thoughts  #personal  #cheating  #seductive  #sensual  #affair 
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~obscurity

just beyond summer, it's

soundless

   like old love & lightning

how many months to remember?

how many whispers?

  warm pinks & spread wings

the way she bends the sun's distance

between a tender curl

of leaf-sprout

& a brief flowering

his touch, as quiet as nightfall

soft ground on the cusp

of evening

   an indecent, unblanketing wind

the dimming ache

  her hips

  belonging to the shape

  of moonlight

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Written by InkArtist in portal Poetry & Free Verse
~obscurity





just beyond summer, it's
soundless
   like old love & lightning

how many months to remember?
how many whispers?
  warm pinks & spread wings

the way she bends the sun's distance
between a tender curl
of leaf-sprout
& a brief flowering

his touch, as quiet as nightfall

soft ground on the cusp
of evening
   an indecent, unblanketing wind

the dimming ache

  her hips
  belonging to the shape
  of moonlight









lah  7.7.15 ©®
#romance  #poetry  #life  #reflection  #love  #thoughts  #personal  #seduction 
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~gradually

 

 

i.

when I was little, I asked,

“is heaven in the sky, daddy?”

 

he said heaven is a further calling

a purpose, a destiny

          that love is blue

          & blue is limitless

 

when he was called home, I remembered

          love is blue

          & blue is limitless

                    like grief

 

 

 

ii.

spring inevitably brings violence

in the same bruised sky

a drunk wind pivots frantically

          swings in my direction

 

anger conjures up another storm

that thunders through windows

          & walls

 

the smell of rum is the sound of touch

          the crack of an open hand

 

 

 

iii.

october's orchard is still

at dawn

 

a family of deer feast on leftover fruit

they pause as they notice me

settling into a quiet, cold fog with

          the beekeepers ghost

 

 

 

iv.

the metronome ticks away

at distant shadows

 

words pulse in her eyes

like stars traveling in their

own orbit of solitude

 

desperation borders

the autumn

of her once auburn hair

 

          but she is fierce

 

slaying dragons until the heat

becomes too much

& imagination stops racing

through her heart

 

 

 

v.

blind birds stumble

from a damp bed where

poetry grows

 

          starved for attention

          starved for scent

 

hands stir awake the grasshopper

who spits like a preacher from

the pulpit

 

I am the flower

swallowing clouds

          full of tears

as day casts a spell of yellow

 

I bud my petaled armor

          sharpen my fangs

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

lah  4.4.14. ©®

V1 - to a parent

V2 - to a past relationship

V3 - to a place you grew up

V4 - to someone you look up to (Sylvia Plath)

V5 - to yourself

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Written by InkArtist in portal Poetry & Free Verse
~gradually
 
 
i.
when I was little, I asked,
“is heaven in the sky, daddy?”
 
he said heaven is a further calling
a purpose, a destiny
          that love is blue
          & blue is limitless
 
when he was called home, I remembered
          love is blue
          & blue is limitless
                    like grief
 
 
 
ii.
spring inevitably brings violence
in the same bruised sky
a drunk wind pivots frantically
          swings in my direction
 
anger conjures up another storm
that thunders through windows
          & walls
 
the smell of rum is the sound of touch
          the crack of an open hand
 
 
 
iii.
october's orchard is still
at dawn
 
a family of deer feast on leftover fruit
they pause as they notice me
settling into a quiet, cold fog with
          the beekeepers ghost
 
 
 
iv.
the metronome ticks away
at distant shadows
 
words pulse in her eyes
like stars traveling in their
own orbit of solitude
 
desperation borders
the autumn
of her once auburn hair
 
          but she is fierce
 
slaying dragons until the heat
becomes too much
& imagination stops racing
through her heart
 
 
 
v.
blind birds stumble
from a damp bed where
poetry grows
 
          starved for attention
          starved for scent
 
hands stir awake the grasshopper
who spits like a preacher from
the pulpit
 
I am the flower
swallowing clouds
          full of tears
as day casts a spell of yellow
 
I bud my petaled armor
          sharpen my fangs
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
lah  4.4.14. ©®

V1 - to a parent
V2 - to a past relationship
V3 - to a place you grew up
V4 - to someone you look up to (Sylvia Plath)
V5 - to yourself
#poetry  #reflection  #relationships  #nature  #thoughts  #personal  #introspection  #abuse  #goodbyes  #retrospection  #vignettes 
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~apertures & stigmas

 

 

 

 

 

it's still thursday

 

 

and always longer than

the average distance

 

 

a wider circumference to travel

as this clock swallows quarter hours

like ohio rain, circling the voices I

collect in my hip-pocket

lincoln penny reminders, tucked away

 

 

the contraband of snapped

promises

and I wonder if time is some kind of

warning

 

 

an extended moment when I understand the pulse

of certain fractured things

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Written by InkArtist in portal Poetry & Free Verse
~apertures & stigmas
 
 
 
 
 
it's still thursday
 
 
and always longer than
the average distance
 
 
a wider circumference to travel
as this clock swallows quarter hours
like ohio rain, circling the voices I
collect in my hip-pocket
lincoln penny reminders, tucked away
 
 
the contraband of snapped
promises
and I wonder if time is some kind of
warning
 
 
an extended moment when I understand the pulse
of certain fractured things
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
lah  3.28.17 ©®
#poetry  #reflection  #memories  #thoughts  #personal  #introspection  #retrospection 
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~ the length of a spine

there was a time

I was afraid of the dark
afraid to measure empty angles

of a January afternoon
when winter slept in the stillness

of my hands
the way its cold blue pause

burnt my fingers
as if I'd touched the sun


& there was a time

I used my heart to cover my face
when the wind bruised cheekbones

in shades of merlot
swept my hair away

like crumbs from a new year’s toast


it was midnight

when I first held his eyes

as color fell from the sky
& a shallow breath of a breeze

fluttered on my lips


it was 12:38 when I touched 
the fabric of a low-slung cashmere moon
ran hands over the curve of its smile
heard the moans of morning stars

from a melody of bed sheets
& the fragrance of musk escaping between thighs

I was naked in the dark


& I was not afraid












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Written by InkArtist in portal Poetry & Free Verse
~ the length of a spine






there was a time
I was afraid of the dark
afraid to measure empty angles
of a January afternoon
when winter slept in the stillness
of my hands
the way its cold blue pause
burnt my fingers
as if I'd touched the sun


& there was a time
I used my heart to cover my face
when the wind bruised cheekbones
in shades of merlot
swept my hair away
like crumbs from a new year’s toast


it was midnight
when I first held his eyes
as color fell from the sky
& a shallow breath of a breeze
fluttered on my lips


it was 12:38 when I touched 
the fabric of a low-slung cashmere moon
ran hands over the curve of its smile
heard the moans of morning stars
from a melody of bed sheets
& the fragrance of musk escaping between thighs

I was naked in the dark


& I was not afraid












lah  1.11.12 ©®
#romance  #poetry  #life  #reflection  #love  #relationships  #thoughts  #personal  #seduction 
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Written by InkArtist in portal Poetry & Free Verse

~bent on nostalgia

semi-darkness recedes to another plum-colored dawn
the fraying sun collects in splotches

of light


it's been a decade or more since

I've returned to this hour
this yesterday

or perhaps it was the day before


small hours accumulate quickly, the same way ivy prefers to branch east
uncurl like a gossiping
wind


everything here is the same
yet, everything is different


I stand perfectly still in the then
decipher its edges
study the angle of its root, examine the blueprint left behind
that message in pressed ink


its logic, its permanence


the ambrosia
 the resurrection












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Written by InkArtist in portal Poetry & Free Verse
~bent on nostalgia


semi-darkness recedes to another plum-colored dawn
the fraying sun collects in splotches
of light


it's been a decade or more since
I've returned to this hour
this yesterday

or perhaps it was the day before


small hours accumulate quickly, the same way ivy prefers to branch east
uncurl like a gossiping
wind


everything here is the same
yet, everything is different


I stand perfectly still in the then
decipher its edges
study the angle of its root, examine the blueprint left behind
that message in pressed ink


its logic, its permanence


the ambrosia
 the resurrection












lah  1.7.14 ©®
#poetry  #reflection  #nostalgia  #memories  #thoughts  #personal  #introspection  #retrospection 
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Accident

We met by accident...

Like a car crash

In the middle of the highway.

Unexpected it was,

I couldn't see you and it hit me.

It was dawn still dark,

10 min before sunrise.

Somehow it was God's will,

I drove with no road

Then force and impact pushed me

And in 5 milliseconds I saw it all.

I woke up and there you were,

It was all crystal clear.

Your face, your smile, your soul

All together with the first Sun ray,

At pace with the early morning light.

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Accident
We met by accident...
Like a car crash
In the middle of the highway.
Unexpected it was,
I couldn't see you and it hit me.
It was dawn still dark,
10 min before sunrise.
Somehow it was God's will,
I drove with no road
Then force and impact pushed me
And in 5 milliseconds I saw it all.

I woke up and there you were,
It was all crystal clear.
Your face, your smile, your soul
All together with the first Sun ray,
At pace with the early morning light.
#poetry  #love  #personal  #accident 
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a farewell.

Somehow within my mind the safest place, or home, became his embrace. 

An embrace that was built by untold horrors, confided in me by way of whispered confessions that have built a nightmare I know he hasn't entirely escaped. 

Somehow his voice, resonant and sweet, survived to soothe my own nightmares and when he sings I consider the idea that angels might actually exist. 

Somehow he conveys strength, the resilience of earth and of flames through a body battered by countless people.

Somehow he found something worth befriending within my own existence (a phenomenon I still question but will be eternally grateful for), and I have had the blessing to rely on his embrace to heal all hurts for the last 7 years. 

He's leaving soon. 

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a farewell.
Somehow within my mind the safest place, or home, became his embrace. 
An embrace that was built by untold horrors, confided in me by way of whispered confessions that have built a nightmare I know he hasn't entirely escaped. 
Somehow his voice, resonant and sweet, survived to soothe my own nightmares and when he sings I consider the idea that angels might actually exist. 
Somehow he conveys strength, the resilience of earth and of flames through a body battered by countless people.
Somehow he found something worth befriending within my own existence (a phenomenon I still question but will be eternally grateful for), and I have had the blessing to rely on his embrace to heal all hurts for the last 7 years. 

He's leaving soon. 
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