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pistachio Apr 2020
Fleeting episodes
Comet's marigold brilliance
The night of firefly
Teal ocean waves' graceful sways
Lantern lights' dazzling glimmers

The first encounter
Evening rooftop hugs and talks
The late-night dances
Fleeting but never dying
Film tapes caged within my heart
Beautiful short sparkles stay for a long time. (A tanka poem)
J J Mar 2020
Her paper-thin wings, inked in grainy
yellow and true azure blue;
The butterfly's ****** movements twitched
Like a stop motion puppet's.
Her bearded creator bows in sarcastic devoir
Wheeling out the spiralling portal
And contorting it to a star that rapidly unfolded--

At last, the pale sequinned godess is upon us,
Trembling in goosebumps like raindrops atop
   the rattling leaf. Sacred imprisoned witch;
    harbour of her sister's thorny cobweb, and fangs
That wish nothing more than to knit upon our sordid

            flesh.
Max Neumann Feb 2020
why is it that the zombie can't speak?
why are zombies poor?

why are most vampires rich, educated and always dressed well?



LET'S STRIKE FOR ZOMBIE RIGHTS!
SCRIPTWRITERS AND FILMPRODUCERS HAVE TO MAKE A CHANGE.
Today is a good day.

Youtube: Falco - Junge Römer [Official Music Video]
Marco Feb 2020
a tourist in your own youth-
Was it worth it?
she would be a woman by now
he had the potential to-

lie back and enjoy it
shooting through your veins
no love, no hope, no feelings
there’s nothing left inside you
cold, white as a sheet,
sweating,
cold-
heartless

erratic-
am i acting erratic? Who the **** are you
to tell me i’m erratic?
have you seen yourself?
blown pupils, speed-cracked face,
smiling mouth lined with E
the spots on your forearms tell me you don’t have your act together
but the lines around your eyes dance as if you were happy,
happy to rot away at the bottom of a bottomless pit,
happy to steal and score and steal and score and **** yourself slowly
have you eaten yet? Do you still eat? When’s the last time you slept?

i remember every day as if it were my last,
i remember us in the park, i remember us
in the streets, begging for change,
begging for anything
what did we have back then? Not even each other
first there’s an opportunity, then there is betrayal
who betrayed who first?
does it matter or are you just hurt because you didn’t get your fix out of fit
not soon enough-

am i heartless?
maybe so, but what does that make you?
have you ever cared about anyone but yourself-
have you ever cared about me?
me, me , me, like a film on loop in your head
no drugs can ever quiet it down

a tourist in my own youth, yeah, sure,
but she could have been a woman,
she could have had kids of her own,
she could have -
where were you when i left?
did you sit and cry to yourself because it wasn’t
about your for once? Or was it about you but this time
you didn’t want it?

are you as alone as i am?
I know you are.
the warmth in your veins has long been replaced by-
charlie took care of you

do you want to,
for the sake of old times, like,
do you want to-
let’s revive our hero one more time
let him infuse us with apathy
let him surge through our bodies
let us share-

my blood runs in your veins.
This is about T2 -Trainspotting, and it's Mark addressing Simon. The books and movies had a big impact on me.
M Jan 2020
My heartache develops like film
I have to send it in
I don't own a darkroom
or a place to process whats been

The jury's still out
on if the pictures will hold
I mailed them off
I sent them in
hoping you'll be enrolled;
and
waiting for me in the negatives
she was princess
kneeling as slave
saying to him save

my heart from sinking
at deepest of thinking

the thief came
say to the police
you are under arrest
the police was jailed
as he had laziness

the boy chased the lion
the lion hided at gun
the boy shot the gun
the lion got over the sun
he printed his shape
over the face of the moon

the cold came as the spider
the man rushed the fire
the cold escaped faster

what a matter
he forgot his words
his role was a hero
at famous film
the important were the words
the succeeded over films
that film
the overlap judged everywhere, and the problems increase
Greg Piegari Jan 2020
Don’t feel like an imposter, because Art in question is where the Seed of Inspiration rests.
aurelia Dec 2019
My ears are burning up
I'm running out of breath
Is this love?
or maybe death?

    —Just two friends in a theatre
    with one falling for the other
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