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cosmo naught
adventures in mundanity
poetry is my way of escape. a beautiful thing in which I escape time
CEB // outer space    From the nebula I rise An insignificant speck And though my light is dim I choose to shine still

Poems

Carlo C Gomez Dec 2022
undecipherable loss
  • [it's steeper near the roses]

attenuation
  • [the mystery in the trees
  and the mistral sound of your breathing]

dreams of perfection: floral dress summer
  • [the apnea and the scream]

a touch of labyrinth to this world
  • [in the fair and harmless light]

imagine somewhere close by
  • [imagine him waving as you say goodbye]
for Jasmine
alwaystrying Jan 2015
World falls to pieces, some shot and others blasted
One stands alone, away from it all: this hot day
Jaundice nails disappear—
A few gems are pressed
Upright.

Skin rasps inaudible; tables unturned, and stones too
Barbed words blunted, a lonely figure in the light
Of ascertained darkness—
Sweet **** won't listen
Overt.

Silent consumption on the remnants another finds use
Night brings to life secrets behind the eyelids—tiptoe
Calm into your cosm, of bated breath.
Chris Weir  Sep 2011
One
Chris Weir Sep 2011
One
thousand droplets hang
from the tip of each bare branch
of the ginkgo tree.
Each orb holds the world in it
like the ornaments that decorate
a coniferous cousin, they
reflect me and all I see
today, a curious blend of grey.

Each shed leaf
is replaced by a tear
too delicate for me
to decipher all that it carries.
I am too distracted
by what I carry
to grasp what each holds
suspended so perfectly
making everything it reflects
into a single something solar twinkling,
each cosm capturing
all in need of being captured.

Today
I am left with no color.
The sky, the trees, the asphalt,
and the air I breathe,
in their unified beauty
say nothing.