Lana Del Rey melodies circle my heart

Violent...salty...currents stir

Jarring my pneuma

I survey the plum sky

Wailing at the luminous glitters

For a reposeful existence

#hope #pain #peace #depression #life

You found the secret chord to my heart.

How can I ever repay you?

#love #mircopoem #romance

Ostentatious troubadours

Touch fine fickle saps,

Simpering extravagance

’Neath turgid epitaphs;

Throaty titillations

’Fuscating follyflaps.

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Perhaps an explanation is in order: ”follyflaps” is a word which here means the feeling of unease one experiences in the tummyflops when suddenly realizing one’s own folly. Additionally, ’Fuscating, obviously short for obfuscating, is taken from the Latin “fuscus” meaning obscure, dusky, or something to do with the cover of darkness.. . Hopefully this clears up any misunderstandings resulting from my compulsion to rhyme even at the expense of formulating heretofore unknown or obfuscatery phrases, for which I am grievously and pompously apologetic.

each night

the witching hour

brings

the ocean

and i

must listen

helplessly

to its call,

i am

seized

within its swallow

within its dark

within its infinite

i float

to drown

begetting

a shift

from flesh

to object,

irrelevant

why am I missing?

A word was spoken on

a starry night

Before he woke that

word spoken was taken

away by a moon lit sky,

leaving a twinkle in his eye.

Saw you from far away

Holding his hand in yours, like our way

Caressing him gently

And I can’t help but cry silently

I feel some jealousy

And I know it’s hard to say

That I don’t feel a thing

Some tiny ping

Deep down in the chambers of my heart

Or is it my brain

I can’t help but think

Is it always going to be like this?

#Love #Relationships #Poetry

#1 Untitled

I’m not really sure what should be next.

I’ve never had one place to call mine.

I’ve built houses in others’ bodies.

Sought shelter in different lands,

And yet,

I feel like an unplugged vacuum.

Taking up space in your closet.

Waiting for that one moment

to be useful.

#2 A Fucked Up Sort of Calm

Sometimes when you know you’re better,

you still think about your eventual death,

and there comes this strange calmness...

What the fuck is that about?

# 3 Temple of Your Body

What temple have you visited lately?

My body.

What did you destroy?

All I could find.

#4 Nothing and Everything

When you believe you are nothing,

Nothing,

becomes your Everything.

#5 Second Chances

When all you long for is death,

Life, bitter and neglected,

bulldozes its way

back into your life

begging for a second chance.

Southern December, a fraud, at best

Jones traditions, keeping up with the rest

Chirping birds galavanting nest to nest

No snow, no cold, not even a sweater

Tans aplenty, enjoying bikini weather

Overdressed, pretend, birds of a feather

@coldfront

No matter if we go our separate ways.

You'd still be my “this year's love.”

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