Mirror
mirror
on the wall,
the pre decided fairest of all
When I utter fiancé ,
Did you see all kinds of fees incurred?
When I utter Feodor
Fees and beyond?
And a lightyear and a “buraq”
With fifty turned five…
Did you witness Mosay bargained for you only
Never cared for me there
For a malar rash try?
So, black heads remover, do not be nosey
Happen in the adjacent vicinity
A science fair and phonetic verona
No black hole entry...
Too much in a day for a simple queue
For failed process of elimination (POE)
In an idiom try.
Even though whittled down, nothing more than a noise walls
For a city control (ctrl).
Categories:
phatic, brother,
Form: Free verse
when the diver
with his deluded desire on fire
juxtaposed the diving suit
and found false gold ingots at the bottom of the sea,
he had the vision of Eden obliterated by fire,
because if immersed or submerged as a result of errors,
you find nothing inside or outside of yourself
that is not a simulacrum of what is real,
for in the stationary orbit of irregular thoughts,
the phatic chains collapse
and what was wild about you natural
today is a modern polymer so processed,
to the point that the rattle of these failures
subdues an entire strain of humanism
that we happen to have one day
and our current mix of insanity and obsession
it is just what does not free us from more abysses,
not even if unhappiness depended only on it
or if the risk of succumbing as a gender
no longer exist in us unnecessary.
Categories:
phatic, analogy, visionary,
Form: Free verse
NOTICED
phatic response
“good and you?”
pair of smiles
7/17/2017
Senryu
Categories:
phatic, community,
Form: Senryu
As she watched the moon die in the darkest of skies
Such a longing desire washed over her soul
How she desperately yearned for a way to deny
How everything inside her was fading, unwhole
As she stared, her reflection in moonlight and glass
Caught her eye in a window as she slowly passed
And she couldn't help but notice
How she couldn't bear to glance
And watch it fade
While moonlight lingered still
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Bolted doors and open windows
She wakes to find wind blowing free
At her bedside, all her hollow woes
Reflected in all that she sees
Hours, she spends by candle-light
In front of silver frames and glass
Staring into reflected eyes
In hopes this emptiness will pass
Mirrors of reality, she hopes so fervently
She hopes to one day find herself, confirmed in what she sees
Silver-tainted eyelids open to an empty flame
With all her hopes and all her cares
But ashes, phoenix-named
Categories:
phatic, introspection, life, philosophy, longing,
Form: I do not know?