R-eemergence
O-f
M-orn
U-ses
L-ight
O-nce
M-idnight
A-voids
P-icture
I-n
L-ucid
I-llumination
Topic: Birthday of Romulo Mapili (November 23)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
been a long time
i wonder if i still have it
all the pens have been buried from my sight
however, i managed to find one this misty monday morning
i write this poem without thought or even a warning
i remember her in those tight fruity jeans
her hair was like simplicity starlight in an everlasting exploration
her aura was like lavender scented candles reigniting my introverted personality
her smile left me speechless like writing in cursive with my right hand
in the toybox corner of my mind is the snowstorm that brought us to notice
been an eternity going grey
i wonder if arousal still exists in our atmosphere
all the pads have been dangling in an attempt to make insanity appear calm and steady
however, i managed to come upon one this windy sunday morning
i finish this poem as i feel my reemergence ecstatically swarming
cold as ice with the heater on
the aspirin causes me to bruise
like murky water mirages on a ceiling of used stars,
i become lost in thought as the scent of you makes me float on air
i believe that i am immersed in the confetti convention of my makeshift reemergence
icicles form on the tiny tips of my mustache
every breath that i take burns from the consumption of your irresistible image
one false stroke southbound and it is suddenly summertime
the dunes where many memories were made has dissolved into a sandstorm diary of misty remains
every current upcoming morning stings like disposable razors of surefire frigidity
my phrase called 'talk' are run-on simple sentence jumping over rusted hurdles of shame and regret
hot as hellfire with the window fan on
the pradaxa causes my blood to be just thin enough....to cut the heater on again
Sounding of gun fire absorbed by weeping souls
A Drumbeat roar, admiration bled slowly through the air
Reemergence for all those that bared his memories
The boy grew dreaming of touching the stars
Dancing amongst them all, life was not easy for this boy
Growing without a father cloaked in a mothers desire
Pain left unseen rearranging too means
Caught a flight through the sky’s at eighteen
For a star spangled dream
Little to no thought, of returning
Passing over unfamiliar landscapes
Adrenaline rushed to the brain and heart
The sounds began as daybreak took
Increased respirations easily could be heard across,
and beyond any barrier of sound.
Stinging vessels from months of sweating;
formed a crown, around many heads.
A halo that shadowed;
imprinted upon foreheads, marked amongst the dead.
Wake up!
March on!
Stand together,
Be-strong!
Wake from this dream;
A nightmare!
Dare not to scream.
Wake up!
March on!
Stand together!
Be-strong!
Screams, sounds that echoed from darkened gun- fire- storms
Particles finding trails of sweat; sticking hardening the next breathe
No money for college death would fill the debt
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