So Long!, Isles of Wunderkeiten!Your needs unmet and, too, mine equally
fulfilled,—I s’pose it’s best to leave this where
it stands.—what other course could feel as fair?
But deep disturbances in mon esprit,
increasingly violent unto me,
(as roaring winds and foaming omens) stir
tidal wave emotions without compare;—
breaking—in terrific fatality.
My heart adrift,—stranded soon on your shore,—
beats weak, throbs sad sobs, sniffles back such...
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Categories:
break up, conflict, endurance,
Form: Italian Sonnet
SutureThe subtle thread which mends a laceration
is woven through fresh, tender flesh to bind
disreconciled horizons, disentwined
by words sharper than the knives of damnation.
Then, even once that painful separation
is closed, there’s still so much left to attend
to,—wash the wound, put bandages, amend
echoes saddled with righteous indignation.
A stitch is but the means of tying tight
the gasping...
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Categories:
friendship, growth, hurt, life,
Form: Italian Sonnet
Repetitions - Apr 24I’ve come to—k(now), the sobering conclusion
that I must be a lunatic; else what
sufficiently explains the smirking smut
clouding my judgment?—what viscous illusion—
outright{(diagnosable[,perhaps)delusion]},—
persuades me to heed your haughty strut?
Each inch of every corner of my gut
is begging—not—accept—refuse—intrusion.
ah!, but I budge, I give in to temptation!
why,why,why must I make the same mistake
instead of just quite well so simply...
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Categories:
addiction, conflict, dark, desire,
Form: Italian Sonnet
Rupture - Apr 22Attempt, attempt, attempt, I try, I do,
but find success a frightful,fretful sort
of creature.—.landing always just so short
for you,—my victories?: far less than few.
From void to verse then verse now void,—but you
reject my voice,else’y*u[ / , u ]d*stort
it, and to good will ill intent impart;
My inspiration, skewered by your view,
lies fallow in your lap.—Tell, what’s...
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Categories:
anger, conflict, fear, hate,
Form: Italian Sonnet
Another Sonnet - Apr 21A(nother) (Sh*tty) Sonnet
Cute girl who works the local liquor store
counter, I wonder sometimes how I strike
you.—am I happy in your eyes?—do you like
to speak, when daily, as a steady chore,
I stroll onto your heavenly sales floor?
(You said it was another day (yes fake)
‘in paradise’, in answer to my joke.—
—and then I left with my...
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Categories:
addiction, cute, desire, fun,
Form: Italian Sonnet
the joy continuumhaving aged, we’re no longer in our prime
yet vibrance of our heart remains intact
tweets of love continuing to transact
each moment deemed as the optimal time
heart sings a song and we dance to its chime
lost in ambedo trance, God’s grace attract
and as bliss beats with our form make contact
resting in stillness mind conjures a rhyme
one...
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Categories:
age, heart, joy, spiritual,
Form: Italian Sonnet
Plagued by Memories - Apr 18, 19how long and sourly sobs the lonely heart
depends on how grave the weight which grieves the tears
pouring from the despondent spirit’s pores.—
a witness, too, will know the surly sort
of rain that beats down harshly on the court
called Sorrow Drive.—sure seems like nothing cheers
up the—nor nothing soothes the—nasty fears
nesting in somber nooks.—no, only art
comes close to...
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Categories:
anger, emotions, feelings, grief,
Form: Italian Sonnet
Darn - Apr 17O’ dear, I learned today you’re spoken for;
I asked the question, got the answer: “no”.
Ayayaye…but, considering the blow
wasn’t so bad, I’m glad I tried to score.
Oh dear,—(I must admit)—you know what’s more?,
you’ve snatched the beauty right out from this low
world; o’ diamond, why must you hoard it so?
All other charms have lost their glow, they...
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Categories:
beauty, crush, cute, heart,
Form: Italian Sonnet
The Nightmare of Subjectivity - Apr 16The lady looking up had said that “good
was bad” and then had added, “all was well”;
Tripped up on his feet, and after her fall,
she who was glad was then made madly sad.
But the man stooping down from where he stood
replied that “bad was good” and “well was all”;
Though with his words he’d made the...
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Categories:
deep, growth, humor, irony,
Form: Italian Sonnet
iMan - Apr 13Observe the modern generations walk
on by; they suckle from the plastic teat
of coffee cups, and stumped by stamping feet
they shamble unaware from flock to flock.—
infant adults—if earnest I may speak;
Look there: one loops in circles (a grand feat!)
and, as if an ornithological suite,
the gaggle shuffles behind,—“squawk squawk squawk!”
Yikes… I suppose that if I ran...
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Categories:
addiction, humor, identity, parody,
Form: Italian Sonnet
Ode to Destruction - Apr 14Though matter may not be destroyed, the form
must be deformed; absolute fluidity
demands—with absolute rigidity—
that bonds made break free from an unstable frame.—
Erratic molecules and particles swarm
beyond the confines of lucidity;
But we, in stupor (and stupidity),
(poor things), give to fluidity a name…
I mean to say: Destruction is a must!
For,—given that something new’s to be built—,
creation draws...
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Categories:
creation, death, fate, growth,
Form: Italian Sonnet
Intoxicant - Apr 12Love sends a signal (so intangible)
through time removed and space—more faraway
than high heavens, sun, spark of moody day
when Night her might has made immoveable.
The bold heart beats, but shyly (:¡magical!:)
hides a gross ache—(perhaps gone quite astray)—
of love destroyed by space and time. A ray
has passed and left behind a palpable
shadow.—but time’s the healer, space...
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Categories:
break up, deep, loss,
Form: Italian Sonnet
Some Where - Apr 12Toppled by a bottle, collapsed upon
her painful past, asleep—but well awake!—,
unmoving, but for her mind stirred aquake,
the girl is yawning before her black dawn.
Alone, couched by a burning blanket drawn
over a conscience guilty at the stake,
slipping into the sly hands of the snake,
she sees not clearly the sickening con
which lures her slowly to her deathly...
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Categories:
addiction, dark, death, drug,
Form: Italian Sonnet
You - Apr 10I woke this morning, lying next to you;
Contemplating your thighs, your breasts, your face,
as you still slept at rest in a dream’s embrace,
my eyes all over your fair features flew…
I lingered here and there—a glance askew
caught subtle movements in that furtive place
beneath your eyelids, wondering what chase
your soul pursued in the other blue…
You then...
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Categories:
body, break up, heartbreak,
Form: Italian Sonnet
Picking at Scabs - Apr 9—it’s the black boil on bursting, boiling ribs—
on my midleft chest, brewing bungled churns,
[tighteningmybreath], again, again, it yearns,
it begs*, “just one (just two) more (well-earned) rub(s)!”
—giving in, it’s just picking at the scabs—
first brief relief( ):the itch at once returns
as soon’s the finger’s left the welt; it burns
and gnaws...
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Categories:
addiction, conflict, drug, growth,
Form: Italian Sonnet
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