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The last time I saw you,
Sweat poured from the Arizona sun
Burning down your hair
like my dad's whiskey.
And I couldn't help
But bare my missing tooth
And curl my lips to a shy giggle
When you said my name.
Maybe one day,
The blood that pounds
will run dry,
and my eyes won't widen in your stride.
But until then
I can't help but taste you
Like summertime love;
Here one moment, gone the next.
Too old to relish,
Like a firefly's wink
Too young to understand
Like why kisses burn
And the point of my dad's stash
Sweat poured from the Arizona sun
Burning down your hair
like my dad's whiskey.
And I couldn't help
But bare my missing tooth
And curl my lips to a shy giggle
When you said my name.
Maybe one day,
The blood that pounds
will run dry,
and my eyes won't widen in your stride.
But until then
I can't help but taste you
Like summertime love;
Here one moment, gone the next.
Too old to relish,
Like a firefly's wink
Too young to understand
Like why kisses burn
And the point of my dad's stash
Literature
Deletion
I am the deep silent rage
Of deletion itself
Dare not speak my true name
Or unleash chaos
Upon your realm
I will awaken however
Upon your call
Utter the forbidden speakings
And I shall obey
And erase it all
I will not rest
My essence will pulsate
Until your request is complete
I will carry out your word
I will leave no star still lit
So dare not speak my true name
If you care for all that exists
Literature
cycle.
(birth.)
i walk home, crisp shoelaces, bloodied nose
middle of autumn, frothing at the mouth
kids took summer skin too far, brought on apocalypse
i tell myself it will be over soon, wintertime freckles
will be here
incensed
(childhood.)
stove milk and delicate murmurs
the technicolor alphabet teaches itself
purple bowls with animal faces
hospital bracelets around tiny wrists
won’t come loose
mama
(adolescence.)
the clouds are gasoline, wisps of gin, addicted
there is vomit on the floor, new candy sores
sky is burning, orange with hungry flame, vying
i don’t know who to talk to, crying
let me go
alive
(adulthood.)
doctor
Literature
Illumination
There are secrets
in the darkness
to find them
is to meet your end
These secrets have
invoked terror
in our forefathers
who looked to hide
The darkness spreads
and grows every day
we cannot sadly
wish it away
We must face this
terror with stalwart hearts
and illuminate the darkness
with a spark
We need this spark
this light of all
to show the darkness
that we will not fall
this is the spark of knowledge
to be guarded with care
against the plight of darkness
of ignorance and hate
When darkness surrounds all
It can be hard to see
that we are not all different
but alike in a way
that we carry this spark
every day.
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Forever moreSkin sags and hangs
like sacks of meat,
off licked and chewed bones;
A smile flown away
but wings,
green and festering,
refuse to soar.
I suffer time’s slow crawl
Against the mud.
I wait from dusk to dust,
Until wine ages to a rot.
And still,
your kiss can't catch me
-Hana K
Firefly LanternLike humming rain and thunder’s screech,
And how rotten fruit smells sick and sweet,
Years rot the best and worst of times
That glimmer and scratch within your mind.
And though some things are out of reach,
You’re not yet tall enough to see
Over the horizon of sunlit thorns,
Some things are gold because you yearn.
If you were to hold the forgotten souls
Of yesteryear and forever more,
you’d find they’d crumble cold to dust
At times hope lives on fruitless lust
As smiles live despite the fight,
Blackest night hosts silver light.
Otakus Do It BetterYou, my beloved Otaku,
Are a J-Pop loving, fedora-donning, neckbeard-growing,
box of "HOT DAMN" with a side of sizzles.
You're like a fine wine:
Hard to swallow, but worth the good time;
And let me tell you,
every spontaneous nervous giggle
and split second activation of a trap card
brings me to my knees.
I love the way you pound it hard--
the controller, that is;
And every single speeding red headshot
Makes me want to scream
(After all, you stole my kill)
And while your attention isn't always evenly split,
And my lingerie is still collecting dust
In the box that shipped your PS4,
You taste like HP potions
and smell like rough sex.
So wear your clan's headband proudly,
And I'll curl my aqua twin-tails;
because this is co-op mode, daddy-o,
And I need a player 2.
EclipsedThe moon shines her stolen light
through my upstairs window,
Shifting shapes and turned upside down
like the hollow grin of the Cheshire Cat
Pulling the tides towards her lunar curves,
bright and beautiful-
ever closer to drowning with each passing minute
and rough lick of the waves;
Sometimes I claim the moon's envy of stars,
Her pearly surface full of holes,
Chunks missing from spectators hurling stones
from millions of miles away.
Even with lightyears of black veils between us
and her scarred body,
We refuse her tender touch of silver light
and pale her embrace for the burning touch of a golden sun.
I stand here just as scarred
from men who refuse to see the light that I try to reflect
from the tan-lined supermodel in a magazine.
But why should I suffer and take another crater
by my own knife
Just to be explored by a sun-bleached American flag?
Am I no good but to be claimed?
I have no more sun to steal.
Do I have nothing of my own?
I wait to cast my gentle push
for a man who is wil
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The title definitely stands out in my deviation stack. I had to click on it to see what it meant, and now I understand.
Your word choice is decent. The poem is powerful, showing the fragility of love.
The one issue I see is in the the second to last stanza. The speaker is too old to enjoy something greatly. A firefly's light, however, is very temporary and brief. That imagery doesn't match up with age and maturity to me.
I love the last last stanza a lot. Idealism fades away eventually. In the end, it's a sad poem masked by summery images.