Every time you leave me
you give me
a sand timer
And one side is oriental palace golden
With sopranos riding on the backs of chattering blue birds
And they hold raspberry bushes
In their beaks
In the bold sunlight
And if you stare closely enough
So that you’re eyes are made of glass
You can see the people dancing
in beautiful red ball gowns
And black suits
And they’re trapped
in the glass
Forever
And as your tears fall on the curves
Of the top half
Of the hour glass
Your smile opens wide enough
To swallow them all
As you see such wonderful things!
and the spicy wine goes down with a shimmer
and the people around the buffets are dropping toppings
and the band has every kind of instrument in the world
and they have something like twenty singers
and all the musicians have at least twenty fingers
and the carpets have stains
but they're still beautiful
And if you listen you can hear two people
saying
"I love you!"
For the first time...
And one old man thinks of the best of all worlds
it was
when he heard those words
And it mattered,
Truly real
and he dies in a chair
And everyone assumes he’s just drunk
Till the morning-
He slips to the bottom
Of the sand timer
Where everything is washed up black
For every golden top
Has a bottom,
And all dancers break their toes in the end
And every star makes it’s shadows
Somewhere.
And you leave me and I have the glass
And spun around
every
single
little
grain
gone
is like me disappearing without you.
I’m turning into a ghost
But if I could only feel
Your hand on my face
I know I’d start breathing
My heart would start beating
Like a vanishing darkening sort of gray cloud
In the April skies
that are stabbed
By the sun
And shatters like a bleeding
Into a million butterflies
And the sounds of lovers
And the feeling of two hands
And photographs of your parents kissing
When they still loved each other
The way we love each other;
Puccini playing in the background to babies laughing
And the smell of Jessica Weinhaus
And all the reality
Of a shoe box of good memories.
*
I am the sun
And you’re the world
You’re the world
and I’m the sun
You’re the sun
And I’m the world
I’m the world.
Author notes
I've never felt so crap happy in my entire life!
Aesthete.
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A great entry
thanks for taking part, wishing you luck would be an insult to your talent
so take care
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Billy (Rhythm Child -
Crap happy...lol :]
Well, I thought I wasn't gonna like this, but I did.
"And the sounds of lovers
And the feeling of two hands
And photographs of your parents kissing
When they still loved each other
The way we love each other;"
I loved that part; to me it made the poem. It was a picture of love that isn't always painted, but should be. Idk. Sometimes I make no sense.
Great poem, you write well :]
Keep it up;
♥Eyes
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When I read the first few lines of the first stanza, I wasn't very impressed but after that, holy shit man, beautiful.
I love how the imagery was so fast paced and wild.
I really really dig the fourth stanza and the way it was formatted. It was like looking into a kaleidoscope, everything just speeding by with no sense or understanding of the word stop.
There was an intensity to your piece. I really loved the rush and how it gushed through my system. It was so stirring. gahhh. I adore it.
I was listening to Medicine Jar by Queen Adreena and it was great background music to your piece.
I'm adding you as a favorite.
PS. in your picture you look a lot like my friend Ken, it's kind of eerie.
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please read the rules and then I'll come back and comment.
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sorry I forgot to add my username. it's in there now
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This is amazing. It's like reeling the thoughts from your head on to paper but poetically.
"I’m turning into a ghost
But if I could only feel
Your hand on my face
I know I’d start breathing
My heart would start beating
Like a vanishing darkening sort of gray cloud
In the April skies " Beautifully written.
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Very very...
I enjoyed the poem for its inventiveness and imagination, esp. the lines 39-43 and 66-72. Didn't understand l. 19, but if it's for the rhyming it's the better. Good work!
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First love in an hourglass, quite the original concept! I feel it could be tightened up a bit, but the important parts are well told.
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Untitled poems are like unnamed children.
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nice!!
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