Day one
Chocolate frosted from Dunkin’ Donuts
Devoured in three bites
Day two
Chocolate iced French cruller from ACME
Light and fluffy; two were slowly inhaled
Day three
Boston Cream from ShopRite
Ate with steady precision
Day four
Double chocolate from DD
Will this be the best palooza yet?
DANCING BLIND IN THE MIDDLE OF THE DANCE FLOOR
Bare footed on old linoleum floor
Tapestry music engage my ears (I hear the distance)
I see not but I’m placement mid-center
Of a space placed vivid vibrations flairs (I feel the emptiness)
I slowly spin around, I move to the music
Even in the darkness I’ve rhythm (I smell the panoramic)
My naked feet hear and feels the beat sweet
I can see n mine spirit I dance with the light
(I taste the air, I’ve inhaled, I sense the people stare) {I DANCE}
As my naked feet, legs, tortoise whole body sprite
moves as lighting-bugs in the night
Centered in movement dance steps bright
ViBrAtiOnS feels my steps are not sight
Dancing Without Sight
Contest Winner Medal 2nd Place
I never touched a love song
nor inhaled romantic art
I never lived poetry
Sunsets I now taste!
Like a great storm she makes her path,
flying ever higher; blowing wild and free.
The warm winds of her supple breath
caressed an old soul when inhaled by me.
Enthralled a heart; and made her mark;
strong heart being held in passion’s silk chains.
Spellbound is he whom she touches,
with sweet seductions of pleasures and pains.
She’s a lady of worldly ways,
a tender lover; wise beyond her years.
Though her confidence overflows,
deep down inside, she locks away dark fears.
As a hurricane, she’s a force,
yet in her heart burns gentle desires.
Her spirit may rage for hours,
drenching her lover with torrid fires.
She possesses many faces;
a tempestual lady with a tender soul.
Holds the power to break a heart,
with the beauty to touch…and make it whole.
I lifted my face up and looked into sky,
Reveling in its aquamarine shade.
Stellar fragments afloat in the immensity high.
Inhaled beauty and exhaled toxic fumes.
Nature with its variety, my eyes did invade.
Seemed a peacock in strut plumes.
The midnight knew my hidden name
Before she learned to cry;
The moon, a pale and trembling flame,
Hung like an ever-watching eye.
The floorboards whispered, one by one,
Of footsteps buried long ago;
They walked where neither star nor sun
Had found the courage yet to go.
The walls inhaled a silent breath,
As though the house itself could mourn;
Its timbers dreamed of love and death,
Of broken vows and hope forsworn.
A voice arose without a tongue,
A shadow moved without a face;
The ancient bells were never rung,
Yet echoed through that haunted place.
I fled—but every road I knew
Returned me to that shadowed door,
Where grief, more faithful than the dew,
Waited as it had before.
Then softly spoke the endless night:
"You cannot outrun what you keep.
The deepest ghosts avoid the light—
They make their silent homes in sleep."
So here I dwell, and here remain,
Where memory wears a spectral shroud;
For every heart that shelters pain
Becomes its own eternal cloud.
I dreamt of my gal Maria
and a trip to the pizzeria,
and, so, I called her up,
"Let's eat pizza and watch the World Cup".
The minute we walked through the door,
I could smell what we had in store.
I inhaled deep and slow -
garlic and oregano.
I looked past my beauty's dazzling eyes,
onto a screen of humongous size,
and heard the customers cheer
as I ordered up a beer.
Zero to zero, the clock did tick
when I saw that amazing kick,
just before the whistle blast,
and the game was over at last.
Just after that incredible shot,
my pizza came and it was hot.
I burned my mouth - Maria laughed,
and said, "that was just the first half".
The air remembers.
It remembers the weight of cedar pollen, the long green exhale of forests that stood where highways now glitter like rivers of metal.
It remembers lungs that filled without fear.
My grandfather inhaled and tasted rain. I inhale and taste warning labels.
Yet every spring the lilacs persist, opening their small purple mouths against statistics, against forecasts, against the arithmetic of ruin.
The air remembers.
The question is whether we will.
I rubbed the tips
of my thumb
and forefinger together
to accentuate
the scent
she had left behind
as she flew away home;
held it to my nostrils
and inhaled
the musky scent
of
green bell peppers.
Her house was not
on fire
or children all gone
but she
opened
her ruby red carapace
spread her
lacy wings
left her
smell of fear.
And Ann?
I inhaled your blows like asbestos in my lungs
You smiled so sweetly while cutting out my tongue
Tabasco in my wounds, all the lies that ever stung
You didn’t even know it but I died so very young
I saw the ugly side of you each time I showed my heart
I wanted to be loved but you pushed us far apart
I’d give up on the dream of us if I was really smart
Because I should’ve up and left you from the very start
You never apologized for everything you’ve done
Just pointed your cold hatred at me like a loaded gun
Couldn’t be myself around you, I burned under your sun
So I lived inside your shadow until I turned twenty one
You took your anger out on me and punished me for fun
You hate that I’m just like you but that’s what I’ve become
So keep the bitter trophies of the war you never won
I’ll blossom through the cracks and I’ve only just begun
Amy Lee's long, dark hair was worn like velvet shadow. She wore a dress of lantern grey, blue and green as she approached the lantern and the microphone panel.
She inhaled and breathed like fire of all the refreshed repression she had been administered. Halloween? Heh. Life!
Her thoughts were of that nature that her idols of darkness would one day rape her belly naked of its jubilant features of virgin antiques. And with that, does she linger? No, she trembles a bellowing roaring cry of "My Heart is Broken" and "Wake Me Up Inside", for she was now Evanescence, something more than a god....! A goddess of light, imagining.
Can this be a whisper? Can this be a whisper in the depths of Hades, neath her befriended Afterlife?
No. It is a warning; a message. Thou shall not be caught...DEAD...without...percussions.
Thou shall NOT be my witness, my maker, my sleeper, my undeserved bringer to me to Life.
This Hades Pluto, tempting her in her life, her wake, and in her dreams.
Bring ME to Life, Your Reaper, Charon--Fate--
For WE are VIR-GUNS, too!
Inhaled and exhaled
Freedom; its relief.
Higher, forth and back, higher; till
Felt have broke loose of
Earth. Not as this tree's
Flutter-sheddings brief;
As those feathered; of golden tone. *
Endless blown above.
* golden whistler
An unsavory man from Montreal
squatted in dim lit cafes
writing of the pain of love
a charlatan
he was the darker lovely dove
he inhaled the smoke of Satan
he sang to the devils army
purist of evil
his grave a urinal
to be used, over and over
his words knelt like prayers
and rose like knives.
Thinning morals
he possesses zero virtue
just a shadow
of the fires down below
he sings for the child killers
the thieves and robbers of the land
he chants of love, he means rape
for those not of his blend
his wishes burnt under
hidden flames of hostility
He may dress in rags
he may play the victim
in the end though
he will burn your flesh
a sacrifice
then he will call you his fool
he sang for genocide
not for the goyim half wit
Dead, he is dead
angels he will never see
Turned to high voltage and keyed up,
up hard right to strike fresh levels.
Levels that can leave some unhinged,
Unhinged ‘til the tables are turned.
Turned into this savage with love,
love that was inhaled so deeply.
Deeply mixing sparks with nitro,
nitro that left her whole world turned.
flowering - petal-silk
flamboyant pink cherry blossoms Springtime beauty
native lilt
formal garden
mother nature's pink confetti
ardent
laden
inhaled slowly
den
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