a pink eraser
fixes most of my mistakes
i rub her away
black magic marker
great for outlining cartoons
non erasable
As I look at the sky I tremble that it might be happening
The eerie fog outlining the shape of his ship
Now is my chance
for
An alien romance
The bright world of Heaven is beyond the golden sea's horizon.
Where darkened clouds are outlining silhouettes of many lakes.
Heaven's world of light indeed beyond human comprehension.
Our conversations quickly turn to black confetti.
Dining in separate cells.
Fingering our cell phone pals to death.
Until they turn us on.
Chips in our relationship throb.
Yellow tape outlining respect.
Where does love go?
Oh, where does love go when it's
gone?
Helena has been rambling for nearly twenty minutes.
I have her blathering on speaker.
I barely listen as I paint my canvas.
Some conversation about her neighbor Ruth
Ruth wants her sister Cookie’s life.
Ruth talks about Cookie’s husband.
Something is wrong with Ruth.
Maybe she is schizophrenic or something.
She has not been out of her house since Tuesday.
Maybe she is sick, I say. Maybe you should check on her.
Helena laughs. I’m not going to check on her!
She spies on me all the time.
Every time I go out, there she is, staring at me.
Hey wait! WHERE is SHE going?
Ruth?
Yes! She is leaving in her car. Right now.
She could be going to a store, I say.
She is obsessed with me! Helena tells me.
There is something wrong with her.
I think she is OBSESSED WITH ME! Helena's voice is rising.
I am barely listening, outlining a tree in green paints.
I think there might be an obsession I think
But I wisely keep this thought to myself.
Painting by Scottish painter "Peter Doig". One of the most well-known contemporary figurative artists. In the Magic Realism style, this artwork is titled 100 Years Ago.
muted shades of grey
clad in a fearful ruby
in a state of lucidity
dwelling inside his gloom
the surge of echoes
outlining melodies
a point made of obsidian
eyes devoid of spirit
darkened crevices
crows rubbed me bare
your boat is ruined with red blood
effused of victim's body.
the sea won't reflect you
Diss your curse
the sun has faded
your stained aura
the solitary light now.
written: May 27, 2022
7th contest place
A Brian Strand PREMIERE Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
http://www.artnet.com/artists/peter-doig/canoe-island-a-42CcWSGhw1gqyXCWSIDnOg2
https://www.wikiart.org/en/joaqu-n-sorolla/church-roncal-stairs
The brain is an incredibly efficient computer
Compressing trillions of bytes of information,
Registering every impression we encounter,
Analyzing concepts from formation to causation.
Compressing trillions of bytes of information
In milliseconds without hesitation, unrelentingly,
Analyzing concepts from formation to causation
Remarkably, it even functions unconsciously.
In milliseconds without hesitation, unrelentingly,
It processes the continual intake of our senses
Remarkably, it even functions unconsciously,
Outlining proposals, formulating our defenses.
It processes the continual intake of our senses,
All while regulating our involuntary responses
Outlines our proposals, formulates our defenses
Even evaluating the most complicated nuances.
All while regulating our involuntary responses
Registering every impression we encounter,
Even evaluating the most complicated nuances
The brain is an incredibly efficient computer.
Written May 9, 2022
Full of love
Shadows on the wall
Ghosts in your head that lay in your bed
I'm outlining your movements with my fingertips
Counting the times you give me gold
My heart yearns for more each time
So I can spend it on love
Thoughts of you on my skin
Breathing deeply, letting you in
Daydream gold has fallen into my bed
I cant get you out of my head
-
Gifts of love
Lips to ear melodies
Siren of the deep
Drag me under
Take me further
Please me
Free me
Let me go
Watch me fall under your eyes
Taken advantage of my heart
Make me feel special and bright
No support to hold me up, soon as your words leave I fall out of sight
Through fantasy and reality I'm one with you
I sink to the bottom to reach you too
What's left under my pillow is fools gold
Deceiving my eyes to think I've caught such a priceless find
Deception I'm left to find
Fear death?-- to feel the sharp blades on my wrist
Oozing deep red liquid, outlining my fragile arm
Pain twinged in my once steady crest
I'm almost there, away from anybody's harm
Darkness awaits the struggles of my soul
I feel numb, unshaken yet creepy
Reaching for the light, coffee cups started to fall
No, I am finally free!
This strife will be over, what have I gained?
Built paper walls around me, unimaginably high
The chapter’s over, black ink smudges remained
Breathing in and out, fighting for air; Sigh! Sigh!
I was a fighter but can't stand no more
Watching closely how demise covered my eyes
Is this life really worth living for?
Misconception, failures, hatred and lies
Please allow me to taste freedom and peace
Let me embrace death, the whole of it
Hoping this time I will see a new light
To bear the pain, to cherish memories, to forget
To savour my last minute, though this isn't right
Whilst this sounds morbid, at last I am fine
Fear death?-- Nah, I would gladly embrace mine.
Your warmth in the morning sun
Your eyes chase away the rain
Softly outlining your silhouette
Slowly brushing your hair away
Moments that last forever
Sometimes end to soon
Just as the sun must set
So to must it rise again
My slumbered eyes in endless night hours
make shady groves of translucent memories.
Outlining contour of crescent moon,
dark figures meander my muffled thoughts.
The starry sky suddenly changes
from turquoise blue to champagne color .
Half in light, half in shadow, in a mystic mirror
two souls in grandeur, play roles of a lover.
Enthralled in a universe of rosy clouds
elated ripples cascade passion in their blood.
As strong hands grip in gentle touch of kiss,
in silent whispers they meld in each other.
Silhouettes of sculpted poise, they both pose
a splendid spectacle , a magic in moonrise.
a soft satin dream , a frolick in whirlwind
where white light romances shrouds of dark.
A waning moon peeps in its smiling meniscus
as their moments of fantasy dissolves in surreal.
And then.. greyish gloom breaks into dawn...
My eyes all consumed in your eclipse
lingering lullabies on edges of my lips.
I just saw something that isn't ever there
It's just an Optical Illusion of You and Me .
Dated 19th January 2020
Sponsor Brenda Chiri
Contest Name Picture Prompt
M-Most
I- Incredible
C- Cosmic
R- Reality
O- Outlining
C- Cosmological
O- Ongoing
S- System,
M- Mystical
O- Oracular
S- Stimulus!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
12 December 2019
Doesn't she look beautiful?
With blood cracking on her lips,
While crystals flow as she weeps
Brightly leaving traces on her scrawny cheeks,
Eyes puffed-- lack of sleep for a week
Isn't she ravishingly adorned?
With apparent rope marks on her delicate nape,
Bruises like the purplish color of grape,
Knife marks-- old and new-- layered on her wrists
Calloused hands, dry and clenched fists.
Doesn't she look appealing?
With dried clear saline outlining her face,
Hair that never speaks of glory nor grace
Bloodshot eyes blankly staring at the ceiling,
Body laying flat on the coffee-stained flooring.
Harvard asked, if I still have it!
A strange question due to my
Weird inquiry, from requirements
To attainments, life so entertaining
When you "been living"
Any how, giving myself a pat-
on the shoulder for such a-great-work,
From running away to chasing my dreams!
The parallel worlds, what can we do with out the other?
We all know the world is round
But it has rules: contours outlining my trajectories,
as I search for the ruler
From the equator to the atmospheres,
And gravity pulls me down...!
Like woman falling in love,
The law of attraction and I'm behind bars:
Magnetism and I'm strong as iron,
Hard love: so I plant roses
lawnmowers cutting my fine grasses
Now my land looks like deserts
Oh man, sand all over the show like
Ants...hahaha! kids laughing again:
O why don't you fly Peter pan?
Man with cufflinks
Woman with fine jewels
Rubies resting on booby's,
Sick stories and inverted crosses
Orgies and they all yell more fish!
Secret Societies taking over nations,
Yates conspiracy and religions fantasy
Crossed bones those dark tales,
Corpses: 33rd degrees beneath the earth
I can feel earth's core;
The belly of the beast as it groans
And she roars with might,
Mortals building tombs fir the next wars.
Winds blowing in; destroying ceilings
And they all still yell more fish,
More oysters: those sea creatures
Waves opening revealing sea's treasures,
Diamonds and pearls:
Be mindful of the site of Atlantis view,
Contours outlining seashores
Hitting harbors as Poseidon swims to far-
from the submarines radar resulting in undetected gods
And fire torpedoes,
Lost islands and extinct species...
Scientists going deeper to discover the mysteries:
Deep tales and blue seasons.
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