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atomic tangerine (anthology)i.
the night contains his happiness
moon keeps him in 'hush hush'
beneath the space's stars
breathing life through old lens
while skipping the stones
across the rushing lake
with it's sandy tentacles
and seaweed veins 
and bleeding seashell hearts
beheld within
ii.
it tastes like marmalade
    (so so sweet; too sweet)
a touch of stars, too
    (oh please do add more)
a spoonful much of galaxy
    (too much for an old soul)
and it could use more sugar
    (if you don't mind)
& there's too many red dwarves
    (well, just being honest)
my how it burns my tongue so–
drink with caution
    (& our universe: bittersweet)
iii.
atomic tangerine 
& it hits me
like a lightning storm
in the month of july
on bittersweet mars
never any umbrellas
to hide me
from the most blinding 
of days
while trying to take
pictures with emptiest
of polaroid film
atomic tangerine
& it leaves me
with chemical-stained
po
we're on cloud ninea ham-fished ride on the back of a beluga carried on the breadth of wind through sky(the ocean is a lonely place even for him) forgotten what it is he’s even looking for is what showed me to everything, the everything i never knew & for a creature with no ears seen he sure was a listener and listened what became of me. together we connected stars(they were so yellow for him & her) looking down at the lazuli blue

& i—wrapped in tender quilts though nothing can keep me warm for we carry the universe downed on breaking spines, taking in stars little by little devouring the universe cup by cup just to feel something again(the univers
Awaitaugust,
where are you?

a graveyard of lies hides
in the creases of his promises –

yet she awaits his return
and stares out into the west,
with her hands placed
upon her chest.

the melody of him leaving
penetrates the silence,
drowning out the noise and
the reminder of her reliance.

he’s engulfed in the freedom,
and becoming the sea,
       (careless, reckless, thoughtless)
she would have drowned
to be close to him again,
the two of them, forever
always bound.

oh august,
seabound i stay,
waiting for you to return
to me
another day.
Mermaid Serenademermaids serenade humans,
and use them as their slaves,
drowning them in the ocean,
their cries carried by the waves.
LifeLiving is like
Dying a lifetime
NaPoWriMo 2: Sandthe black sea
tilts
at the first feral scream
of the coast.
magnolia nights and ivory starsi.
i threw the stars out into the cosmos & used my fish hooks to hang the moon too; hide the sun from wanting eyes beneath the zaffre mountains (look how they sleep) painting the night (wisteria) with such grace.

ii.
for who could know the wonder growing a pair of antlers can bring for a small child. time to decorate [find what you can]: shattered compasses, gears [never do they turn], maybe glitter. look how pretty she is with her elegant horns- all isabelline white & with its specks of fallow & teeth splashed with honeydew [no makeup] & a compass too many to show her the many ways to make mistakes.

iii.
has anyone ever wondered  how a but
bon hiverwhisper of
bon hiver
(good winter)
in flower ears
let snow
kiss her
gentle bones;
quiet now
softer into
still life's
touch
always
ready to
leave me
once more,
my darling
bon hiver
never does
it stay
Freedomsurrendering to the summer skies,
she finds solace with the butterflies –
spreading her arms out like wings,
she dances on the clouds and sings.
galaxies songamong the stars i will stray
drink up all that is the milky way
a thousand soft, warm lights
brushing against my thirsty lips
rushing through my veins
trickling into my heart
that beats a galaxies song
 
Haiku Ithe birdsong filled her
empty shell with a blissful
verse of harmony.

---

one purple flower
swallowed by the azure sea,
now forever alone.

---

the moon ate the stars,
and carried them far away,
darkening the sky.

---
On the bus, I sawyou, across from                                  me
exercising your
'right' to be a                                stranger-

our personalities
              & public transport are
                                on uneven terms, so

we start a game
             of darts;

you throw me your eyes, only
                       to have them thrown back

it's called 'bullseye'
                       because this dance-

                                        of near misses
                                       & stolen glance

makes us guilty of
             red in shared blushes
                             (& horns in my pants)

st
ocean chainsdarling, i am ocean- & all you are is a pebble in my sea
and i can snap your coral-wound legs tenderly  
right onto me.
seas slipped in tar- & all i can be is like honey of nicotine
curling in(all between) as water swims in salt ashes
to bound us like machines.
traps you like a clot in sea veins
wraps you in a blanket of ocean salt(bitter)
my dear, i'll keep you in chains
(forever maybe)
Am I a PoetCoffee stained skin
& ink stained heart
elegant hands over flowing with words
that's not me but
I still want my fingertips to paint pages
with burning metaphors
yet my inspiration is only wilting song birds
with hollow chests
Am I a poet
with my empty veins
and lack of tragic eyes
settleon these nights
    i seemed to bleed 
        something beautiful
atop of blue bird's
    bones.
breathing
                breaths
    of
    frost
            lashes.
    stars settling
in 
    eyes of spring,
            budding blooms
and 
        sure-shell things
but heart cries
    for blossoms
the fall of gentle 
    white
rough my bones
    in winter's chill-
where my
heart
used to be
so
                      s t  i l l


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pretty

disgusting

did you

throw up

yet ?

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b a c k g r o u n d

i wanted to laugh again? haha, well i was just going back on some thoughts and how i had someone tell me my poetry was "shitty." it made me really mad at the time. however, it makes me laugh now. so, i turned it into this poem that probably sucks, too? i don't know. it has a cynical/sarcastic tone. anyhow, it relieved my boredom in class today and got me to smile. just because people feel my poetry is not up to par for them or "sucks," doesn't mean i am going to stop writing. enjoy!

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~emoowllying607 May 6, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
i relate so well...i hate people like that. maybe if they gave it a try and tried to understand poetry they wouldn't say it sucked or their just haters. :p whatever comes first.
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~m0rtal-dysfuncti0n May 6, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Yes, I strongly dislike them. It serves as a discouragement for me, but I get over it. The person who told me that told me she used to "love" my poetry, but in a fit of rage or immaturity or both, told me it was shit. It was a rather juvenile act. I can dislike someone and like their poetry. Thanks for the fave. It means a lot. Glad you liked this piece.
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~madameshadowenn Apr 3, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
I wish I had your words, they're beautiful! Love this :)
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~m0rtal-dysfuncti0n Apr 3, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Aw, that means a lot. Thank you so very much (:
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~AyeAye12 Apr 3, 2013  Student Writer
That is the opposite of "shitty". There is no element of faeces in there at all :)
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~m0rtal-dysfuncti0n Apr 3, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
haha, thank you! i really appreciate the fave (:
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Mood: Love ~JVossa Apr 3, 2013  New member
beautiful your poetry does not suck you are cool
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~m0rtal-dysfuncti0n Apr 3, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Aww, haha~ Thank you so much (:
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~kori-fuzy Mar 11, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
I am in love!
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~m0rtal-dysfuncti0n Mar 11, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
aww haha, thank you! :D
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