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Àŧùl Dec 2017
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I love myself,
Not just in the day,
Through the night too,
Of the darker day,
Xylem of my life is,
Involved in it,
Carrying the emotions
And feelings alike,
To and fro the brain,
I pity myself for
Not being emotionally strong,
Goons within hurt me worse.
A demonstrative flash poem about primary acrostic poems that reminds about the name of "acrostic poems."

My HP Poem #1683
©Atul Kaushal
Bryant Dec 2018
I want to slide into the plumbing of your heat
Strapped to a bed
Hole in your chest
I still can't get in

The distance between us is like time
Infinite and infinitesimal
Inches to kilometers
Miles to centimeters

I can feel your warmth from Pluto
Like a silver ribbon tethered to an outter rim space cadet
Lost in space
Swimming through the ylem to get to your divide
When i find you and feel your gravity
I worry that atrophy will fill my knees
Collapsing from the weariness of my quest

El Dorado's Golden Road
Ponce de Leon's Fountain of Youth
Suzie's Fourth Floor Room
Bryant Aug 2018
Emulsify​ my fragments with yours
We become puree
Our mixture is pliable and capable of smoothing any blemish

A false sense of durability, like layers of plaster over diminishing foundations

A stern wind sends us to chattering and reduces us to shards

An upside-down jigsaw with so many pieces who's interlocking combinations are infinite and impossible

We beset upon this futile quest with reckless abandoned
Punitive passions emblaze our cornea and deafen our cochlea

These inflictions only intensify our other​ detection receptors
Emboldening our synapses with astroglia most hearty and foolish

In the face of self-imposed adversities; the chortling consumes us
Mole hills spur and contort; vertically and violently
Titanic crags obstructing our path and encumbering our better natures
Yet the giggling continues

Brave men will face death without question, but only those who have tasted oblivion jest at it's expense
When you feast on everything and nothing, imagination and fear are savorless against your palate

Sordid sentinels
Mechanisms, blueprinted in hedonism and swill
Completely ****** by design

We are the crusty plaque in the corners of each others lips
The coke-like residue that accumulates from the burning depletion of our crude resolve

Exhaustion smogs our atmosphere and silts your dermis
The granulation makes you coarse and curt
You find friction in all things
There is no refuge for relief
Even afloat amongst the stellar ylem, the invasive abrasion intercepts your drift

Nothing is sacred!
Nothing is truly yours!

Your inter-most thoughts scream from the windows of their cells

You have been divulged and further more, made completely bare
A sort of ****** where opinions can be made on the hue of your skeletal system
Stark and helpless; sprawled wide
Revealing every tiny nook of your crevices, giving breath and larynx to your insecurities

A vivisection

The young men and women gather around the respiring corpse
Every deffect will oust it's cause
A foreign recollection of your story
Quivering and flinching under the pressure of a razor thin plane

Blankly, they stare like bipedal bovine
Sweetness and sorrow is wasted on them
They only seek silence for the deft and ******* for the blind

Now! both have been provided!
Barren windswept place:
The Man-Ape stands on two legs
And realizes God!

Earth is rich and warm
Wanderer takes small seeds and
Gives back to the soil!

Should Humans be Slaves?
Let us catch the wind and make
It push our boats!

Child stands by the sea;
Are there other lands out there?
Let us go and see!

Small silver Spider
Webless, comes forth from its womb
Man now knows TWO worlds!

Red fiery Mountains!
Mars-winds howl out their anger!
No use; Man has come!

Deep night. Stars glow strong
The little Starship shoots on
In the hands of God!

The shuttle craft zooms
Low, over the new World. Look!
Man is not alone!

The galaxy: full
Of Life. Friends and foes,
Adventure. Knowledge!

Golden wheels, waltzing
Whirling in the velvetness
Mankind comes to live.

The Golden Being
Soars over His turning worlds.
Calls. His Children come!

Star-set of the worlds.
The God-Sons float like FIRE-FLIES.
Safe airless freedom!

Ylem explodes. Its
dust Like Phoenixes, become
New Worlds! Time Begins again!

— The End —