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Simone Gabrielli Aug 2020
The gypsy hymns and railway trails
which you followed into the valley of your trials
Lady Luck brought you enough street child wisdom and thief given kindness
to turn the tracks around and the train whistle to wake me.
Desert saint of your weathered ways
with your thin wrists and moon gleaming lips
Hope to you was like a blinding sunrise, painful to acknowledge, yet sorely lacking without
Never could be without your Larkspur boquets and marigold wreaths
August heat heavy with the scent of cypress trees
Apollo of the dusty sea, flooded the cliffs with light like withering flames
born from boxcar visions and a desperate hunger for that windblown hallelujah we chased down the starlit trestles like missionaries. Summoned from our streetcar medallions, vagabond nymphs, rumbling through moth-eaten states and barren dusks, lazy moon gazing upon our dolorous times and wild days and all our rough and rowdy ways.
No need to heed the judgements of the stars.
With the arid land so wild and lonesome- we weave our own muse into the railway line- followed back to when you were my home, and the streets were the laurel crown of your vagrant fortune.
cyrene Aug 2020
it's when you decide
to continue living,

you realise that
you haven't been living at all
Inspired by Words in Deep Blue by Cath Crowley.
You will never know life until you start figuring out life itself.
Lyn-Purcell Jul 2020

She of moonfire
Entranced by her sleeping prince
Hands on heart, serene


This haiku is dedicated to Selene, Goddess of the Moon.
I love Selene for many reasons but what cemented my love for her was none other than Sailor Moon!
I love how their story is depicted in the manga and anime, Usagi and Selene will always have a special place in my heart.
Of course I grew up with the myth of her crushing ******* Endymion, Zeus granting her wish to keep the Shepard ageless while in eternal sleep and she sired 50 daughters which really weirded me out. So Ive somewhat rewritten the myth in mind.
Even so, Im grateful for Selene.
As much as I'm a logophile and biblophile , I'm very much a selenophile ^-^
Here's the link for the growing collection:
https://hellopoetry.com/collection/132853/the-women-of-myth/
Be back tomorrow with another one!
Much love,
Lyn 💜
izi Jul 2020
“The scentless plastic flower/It’s kinda different from the flowers I knew previously”

This difference makes all the difference, doesn’t it,
The way you smile and laugh seems stiff and practiced,
Yet it’s beautiful in its own way, looking through glass,
I can’t smell your fragrance but I admire you from afar.

“I can’t understand and I’m going crazy/Spinning my head”

Soon I feel myself falling, cascading soil of the flower ***,
You’re driving me crazy, I’m going crazy and crazy and crazy,
Yet I still pick you up, hold you close, feeling your plastic hardness,
It digs into my palm and etches into my heart.

“This is a really intense lovesickness/No, it’s a harmful toxic”

I see right through your lies, your answers, your sharp brilliance,
I see the faded, dusty boy underneath, tired and worn and wondering

“I’m an ignorant loser when it comes to love methods”

It’s been five days since I’ve started, how many more days until it ends

“Come to my side as you’re such a waste beside that person/The person who can fill you up with your fragrance is here”

I remind myself your roots are not true,
Yet they grow and twist and beckon and poison
Looking for a lovesick girl to prey upon,
Looking for a loving girl to take from.

“I find you through buzzing/Buzzing towards you”

My secret becomes a disease, slowly traveling throughout,
If you were to be with me, you would feel it too.
Pain more than pleasure, that’s what real love is.
I’ll find you and teach you, plastic boy.
izi Jul 2020
“In the street filled with flowers/I see you today as well/Would it be possible to carry it inside me”

Flowers twine up your arms like lightly inked tattoos,
The back of your pages burn a bright image into my brain,
I see you today and I see you tomorrow,
I can almost imagine a future within your garden.

“In the park that the dawn’s moon has passed over/I now fill it with my emotions/This song is headed towards you”

The flowers are wilted in the garden, the park benches shine with frosty light,
The moon wavers in the sky and with each droplet it breaks into more pieces,
I wish my emotions were as still as the puddles on the ground,
But peace has no song, the dawn sings only for love, blooming for you.

“I hear the sound of the film/That is lit up by the moon in the night sky”

Our relationship unravels, each roll thin and transparent,
If I held it up to the sky the stars would shine through.
It’s time to move on, it’s time for another park, another walk,
Another smile, another breath, another touch, another film.

“I still wonder wonder beautiful story/Still wonder wonder best part”

I may wonder what would have happened,
I may remember the times of joy and exhilaration,
Remember the way our moon shone clear in the night sky,
It truly was a beautiful story.

“I still wander wander next story/I want to make you mine”

Our story may have been beautiful,
But the dawn follows the night just as
Each story follows another.
Will you be mine?
izi Jul 2020
“Full of loneliness/This garden bloomed”

surrounded by people yet isolated
my heart yearns for someone it cannot have,
the roses twist around empty air,
they yet cannot grow without the weeds

“What is your name?”

your name is all the letters of the alphabets,
sprawled along the floor of my soul like cats relaxing in the sun,
i feel them purring through my chest, my hands, my mouth,
and your name slips between my lips as i unravel.

“All of your warmth is real/The blue flower your hand was picking/I want to hold it but”

the first time i held your hand was by accident,
the second time a soft tug at my wrist,
the rose within my heart pursued your roots,
i held on and you never ever let go.

Don't smile on me
Light on me

“It’s my fate/Don’t smile on me/Lie to me”

my mama told me true love was hard to find,
you smiled at me and told me you loved me,
and the light and darkness separated like the red sea,
but was it light or a lie? there really is no difference, is there

“I can’t show you a ruined part of myself/Once again I put a mask again and go to see you”

if you knew i loved you the way i’ve always wanted to,
what would you say to me? twice i’ve broken
a light a lie and a lesson
can you teach me not to cry?

“But I still want you”

in the deepest darkest night, i take off my mask
see the cracks etched on my face,
and smile uncertainly at the mirror, imagining you
i’ll see you tomorrow. i can’t help but want you.
Vaampyrae Jul 2020
I am who I make myself to be, and nothing else.
The strange voices tell me otherwise,
but I know that they're not real -
they never have.

No one is born liking themselves,
nor is anyone born hating themselves either.

I understand this better now.
I am.
Dark demented young soul,,
fire consuming bright eyes,
traveling this broken road alone,
lost on a path hunting true devotion,

insanity coursing in these hollow veins,
walk with me to witness
a depraved mind running blind,
dividing lines blurring right or wrong,
only the wicked could live so long
in a journey so twisted,
yet reality shows me my true frailty
in one calamity,
true tragedy was my extremity,

In the end I'll load up this chamber,
finally lights out,
Solid stainless destroying empty sadness
with a cleansing clatter & flash,
one round to destroy
a sick Madness with a beautiful blast
These pages
of my life's stages
wilt & decay,
frail bones will rot
in our grave,
nothing is forever
ties and tongues severed,
fire fueled hearts change
as does the weather,
it's a harsh cold reality
time a commodity,

some say it's wasted youth
searching,

running through the pain
coping in my own lane
left  yearning..

snags in the road
destructive holds,
love’s sick tricks
ignorance
carries a death wish,
yet I'm glad to have her love
cause without it
Nightmares swarm
Casting shadows shaped
by karma’s forked tongue
M Jul 2020
tis been quite a while since;
now that im back im at a loss
a loss for words, a little
clueless perhaps-- for some
reason i havent brought myself
to write til now. why now i
do not know. a calling-- no,
a brief revival, i say; a sudden
puff of air fought its way through
to the rusted innards of this
heaving engine… a momentary
spark, brief in its intensity but
eternal in that its light travels
ceaselessly; the legacy of a
blunt yet nevertheless discernable
moment of passion, barely visible
but somehow, just somehow, twas there.
Written July 5 2020. It's meant to address the fact that I haven't written a poem since last year (no joke).
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