I loved to draw stick figures and also,
Nightmares eating up the page, and
Disintegrating emotions, and also
A willingness.
Dancing is one of those disgraceful emotions.
I eat it like sandpaper.
With no ending, grasping.
There is a presence, calculating.
He is like a phone call, all haunting and hovering.
And like a shower, it disrupts my power lines.
I have to escape, like wires, alive.
I tried again and accumulated more gold in me.
When I lost my mind, it wasn’t just blades.
It was cold-waiting, and electricity in my teeth.
Nothing of the phone made sense to me.
Because it’s all stick figures on the other side of nothing.
When I lost my mind, it was midnight.
And more, pouring, sensations, non-sensations,
Just caressing like a snowy figure.
When it was midnight, I was really supposed to sleep!
Which is the most important thing: sleep, sleepiness,
The jungle, the tundra.
Other places where I could teleport to.
And still, no sleep.
my shaking hands and long sighs
for who i am, i feed on delusions
that someday the bow in my chest will fall
and a new dawn will arrive at the door
the weight i carry- of emotions, stronger than waves
waves that are sinking me under their weight
i close my eyes and teleport to secret gardens
i'm too weary to bear this pain
The thought of you makes my heart sing
You inspire a fire with yellow joy you bring
And I can dandelion dream do anything
Even esteem skating upon Saturns rings
If love is a timeless black hole
I’d be hopelessly consumed
Left my planet of silver soul
To space travel with you
Not knowing the sky
Is not as big as our love
Time can’t fly or divide
What universe has for us
Anything you ask of me
Will get a cranberry reply
Anything you want baby
For you set my star on fire
I find delight in the night
And safety displays in day
For a body’s last delight
Engage you in a new way
Galaxy sings a song of peace
And you mentally take me there
Words fall like candy confetti
Stars shine in your heavenly hair
We are one in spiritual bliss
There is a symphony of harmony
There is a unique mind kiss
As you teleport your love to me
I am ready to emerald explore
Wherever we may travel to
For love is a planet I adore
A pleasure to explore with you
In the still of the night,
I become intoxicated with the moon's soft light,
the view of Roxy Anne, City Lights.
Whispers of the wind caress my lampogen,
I let her back into my skin.
as I let my thoughts unravel, within I am drunk in;
each breath
Petraglyphs a dance, each sigh a song prepping for romance.
In this moment, I truly belong
where Time stands still, in this tranquil space,
my cup I fill-
as I lose myself in her gentle embrace,
distilled amoress.
Life draws me onto her milky page
as the night slowly slips away,
I carry this feeling into the light of day.
For in the fill of the night,
I find my soul laying upon her canvas spotlight,
may she never dry up or fade,
or cease being my muse-ment park and
sight seeing eighties and nineties Valley Girl babe. Perhaps she can romantically teleport us back to lovers/memory lane.
There's a cloned avatar of the mystical moon
for dreamers in search of a beaming wave
amidst alienated alliterations,
waltzing in zig-zag within my cyborg mind.
I still find neon lights,
that teleport rhyme-less runes
to a realm of subtracted sorrow,
concluding splitting seconds
within divided despair.
Yet, when midnight melancholy multiplies,
murky minutes turn into jumbled jargon.
And Venus emanates clusters of sparkling rays,
flipping letters into endless equations
with amethyst auroras.
So tonight, I'll dance like a flying saucer~
to the magnetic tunes of swirling sapphires,
cosmically cruising above the cyber
canvas of accelerated dreams.
I have to be dreaming right?
For there is no freaking way that any of this is true
It has to be all just a silly little illusion
Created from someone as a cruel joke to me
Because there is a impossible feat in front of me: you
Why does it have to be you though?
Every time I attempt to grasp you in my arm
You will always suddenly vanished from sight
And then materialized further away from me
And even if I make a attempt to run to you
To get closer to you even if I can't hold you
You always teleport away even further away than before
Making running quite the obsolete task huh
You're once again forever out of my reach again
Like the last time I seen you
Only this time you are alive
Fate, you are a cruel bastard
I have to wonder though
Does this qualify as a nightmare since I can't touch you
Or is it a dream because I can see you alive and well
Unfortunately I don't know the answer to this inquire
Nor do I have the desire to
For you are here
And that all that matters
Right?
Magnetised spine and blissful third eye
Toroidal heart’s polarity dance intimate
It would be a lie to say we do not sigh
Bliss beats teleport us to heaven’s gate
14-December-2022
Open now your mindful murmured undertones,
Your whispered washing watery whisking words,
Your sensitive sensory sensual sentient moonstones,
Your rippling roving river rapid songbirds.
Open now your stargaze spectral drifting dreams,
Your view of the darkest soundless vacuum space,
Your fleeting teleport outside of space-time streams,
Your clearest atoms, the first angels with no trace.
Open now your earliest breaths from the start,
Your trajectory then across the heaven’s girth,
Your recorded path shapes and sizes your heart,
Your sublunary gushing leaves behind your dearth.
You’re unsure what lurks beyond this flash of seeing.
Karmic lessons might await you for your next being.
A place which is free of every noise,
And can't be expressed by a phrase,
A place that resembles the paradise,
A place underneath those blue skies,
A place where the doves bring peace,
A place full of flowers 'n' flying bees,
A place with a cool breeze of the trees.
A place where waves cross the ocean,
Leaving the coast beautiful and clean,
A place where everybody is so mean,
A place with neither maize nor bean,
A place where creature's are spelaean,
A place where all mammals won't wean,
A place where everybody sings a paean.
A place without any road or an airport,
Therefore no need of having a passport,
A place where I can comfortably teleport,
A place full of leisure and more comfort,
A place where everybody is a real expert,
A place where the ocean meet the desert,
There's not a place better than her heart.
© Kelmwa
Dropped my last chocolate cookie, whilst turning around
Disappeared into a vacuum, never reaching the ground
Not so much as a crumb, was recovered or found
Strangely, my dog did teleport to his kennel, without making a sound
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Galacticly heavenly, imagine Jupiter, kryptonite lunar moons
Sliding between celestial blue and dark moody skies
Wherein lived a Dragon who incredibly, loved snow
Fell in love with a fairy, millenniums ago!
Began courting daring Evelyn fairy gorgeous,
She was, declared his love thunderously, universe knew,
Of his eternal love for this immortal being,
Who toyed with snowflakes, flirting, but never ageing.
Stupendously, Translucently, universally, vigilantly, willingly,
Love zoomed towards a forlorn dragon and fairy,
How and where would they find constant snow,
Obvious, teleport to Antarctica did this damsel and beau.
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He and his team can teleport in seconds with swoop
Helping soup member's is their task
Just think of them, they'll come, just ask
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They greet premier contest winner by giving a bouquet to him
Now no need to write your wishes and hugs
They will teleport you to meet, talk and hug,
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Date: 12/26/2020
Words : 112
On Christmas eve
high up in the sky
on a secret mission
they do fly
they do come
from that special star
here to earth
the teddy bears
in starships sleek
cloaked from sight
with very high tech
their job they do
they travel so fast
to visit every home
where boys and girls
wait for Christmas time
their agents do live
in every home
see everything
and hear every word
on Christmas Eve
they teleport up
give their report
and get the gifts
then back down they go
into every home
with all the presents
to go under the tree
then back they sneak
to where they stay
to watch us all
till next Christmas time
Technology save us
Technology take us back
To the uncivilised black world
Where we shone so dark bright
In our melanins delight
With none labeling us savage.
Technology save us
Technology take us back
Teleport us back in time
Where we confide to spirits
In curves inhabit our hope
Ancestors respite.
Technology save us
Technology take us back
Our land was alienated
In malicious conivance
With white skinned folks
Undermining our dark skins.
Technology save us
Technology take us back
Not in captured memories
But in person and in deeds
For the black curse we are
Is your fruits, you technology.
I swore time just soared
A child in kindergarten
Has the strength to teleport
But her memories unforgotten
She just understood the letters
Now she uses them to create
It seems time has errors
Because it’s her graduation date
Standing before her peers
Just like that first day
To her flew the years
Frozen in time she cannot stay
Time is a strong force
That she could own
It shows her remorse
Going into the unknown
June 16, 2019
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