Amanita Mary
Bluelighter
- Joined
- Sep 28, 2006
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this poem is about my ex visiting my dreams recently...
"I've never seen anyone quite like you before..."
echo through my heads cavity
these words do ring
i used to ride youthful waves
of lusty blue and green and gray
delved tip-to-toe in passions tumbling truth
jeweled black beauty sheets stained heaven beneath you
unpeeling raven's claws and cheap bleeding wine
dreams of development danced devils' cries on your lashes closed
mocking my low desirous eyes with white ghost wishes
drained from dazed pain-mask kisses
clinging dead on your face
indulgent adventures maze through thick honey-supple trail
stoned monkeys bicker in branches
breaking through bitter-fated jaded forest
of words missed and lines sniffed and glazed praise
for the boy so frail
"my favorite dreams of you still wash ashore"
i float atop them on a woven mat of willow leaves
"echoing your voice till' i don't wanna sleep anymore"
i sink into the sound ~ your watery warmth
and for just once more, appreciate the way you used to feel
sloppy demeanor and stumbling boots about the floor
awakened and groaning, my retinas peel
from seeing you sleeping there
it was you, i swear
shaking gremlins dust and widow's twine from your hair
your breathing heaving junkie-boy humbling into me
snug like coals of orange anger's flame
only now wearing your french name
and burning,
in my sheets
a touch of your skin, soft with sin
rack vertebrae up my back
slain from within
i awaken with the sorrow on my lips
you've shown up glowing
a pale mundane grimace stretched thin around my memory
your MASCULINE fragility
suffocated the dreary box
from the shit-stained floor
and holes punched more
toward the walls
and creaking ceiling
where we'd lay and hear rain pour - in our lives and in our feeling
i seep the deep rotten roots you planted in me, with poetry
until eventually into me - you breathe
oceans of strength
with the words you don't speak in these ears
with the sheets empty of your long legged fears
and my pleading, beggar's tears
our fights rest now with hollowed screams
and the allusion of being happier, higher than we seem.
his haunting ways i've buried
deep beneath the skies of crying eyes he'd stand and watch me bleed
I am preparing flight with faeries' wings
holding hands of goslings in hopes that they will see
and swing from vineyard offerings
being kissed with grapes and rhythmic bliss
drum purple mist
through winds wrapping dances around our wrists
and back through the forest again
where my feet are firm in the dirt this time
tangled in the earth
and reliant on knowing it owes me nothing
this story bleeds light into his worth
for mistakes are invisible
the lessons need breathing
im swaying in the strengths he taught but never saw
and with the dog left behind
but always close by
im never quite sure
when again he'll bite
in the middle of the night
yet i am always forgiving
for in those moments before i wake
i am living
the most peaceful visions from you
i could've taken away.
it hurts to see them lying there
prying open old escapades and memory bank stains
but soft slumber greets who you used to be for me
and ~ i smile ~
as all of my anger falls to the ground
it's a stacking ripened pile of joys i've found
for when i realize that you, that this
was all worth the pain
i kiss your dragons as my own are slayn
and for your dreams sweet _______
i wish the same.
"I've never seen anyone quite like you before..."
echo through my heads cavity
these words do ring
i used to ride youthful waves
of lusty blue and green and gray
delved tip-to-toe in passions tumbling truth
jeweled black beauty sheets stained heaven beneath you
unpeeling raven's claws and cheap bleeding wine
dreams of development danced devils' cries on your lashes closed
mocking my low desirous eyes with white ghost wishes
drained from dazed pain-mask kisses
clinging dead on your face
indulgent adventures maze through thick honey-supple trail
stoned monkeys bicker in branches
breaking through bitter-fated jaded forest
of words missed and lines sniffed and glazed praise
for the boy so frail
"my favorite dreams of you still wash ashore"
i float atop them on a woven mat of willow leaves
"echoing your voice till' i don't wanna sleep anymore"
i sink into the sound ~ your watery warmth
and for just once more, appreciate the way you used to feel
sloppy demeanor and stumbling boots about the floor
awakened and groaning, my retinas peel
from seeing you sleeping there
it was you, i swear
shaking gremlins dust and widow's twine from your hair
your breathing heaving junkie-boy humbling into me
snug like coals of orange anger's flame
only now wearing your french name
and burning,
in my sheets
a touch of your skin, soft with sin
rack vertebrae up my back
slain from within
i awaken with the sorrow on my lips
you've shown up glowing
a pale mundane grimace stretched thin around my memory
your MASCULINE fragility
suffocated the dreary box
from the shit-stained floor
and holes punched more
toward the walls
and creaking ceiling
where we'd lay and hear rain pour - in our lives and in our feeling
i seep the deep rotten roots you planted in me, with poetry
until eventually into me - you breathe
oceans of strength
with the words you don't speak in these ears
with the sheets empty of your long legged fears
and my pleading, beggar's tears
our fights rest now with hollowed screams
and the allusion of being happier, higher than we seem.
his haunting ways i've buried
deep beneath the skies of crying eyes he'd stand and watch me bleed
I am preparing flight with faeries' wings
holding hands of goslings in hopes that they will see
and swing from vineyard offerings
being kissed with grapes and rhythmic bliss
drum purple mist
through winds wrapping dances around our wrists
and back through the forest again
where my feet are firm in the dirt this time
tangled in the earth
and reliant on knowing it owes me nothing
this story bleeds light into his worth
for mistakes are invisible
the lessons need breathing
im swaying in the strengths he taught but never saw
and with the dog left behind
but always close by
im never quite sure
when again he'll bite
in the middle of the night
yet i am always forgiving
for in those moments before i wake
i am living
the most peaceful visions from you
i could've taken away.
it hurts to see them lying there
prying open old escapades and memory bank stains
but soft slumber greets who you used to be for me
and ~ i smile ~
as all of my anger falls to the ground
it's a stacking ripened pile of joys i've found
for when i realize that you, that this
was all worth the pain
i kiss your dragons as my own are slayn
and for your dreams sweet _______
i wish the same.
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