poems I want to archive on LJ

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At sixes and sevens

Goodbye and lullabye
Christina, oh my 7, and I.
(and Princesses in towers)
(and rose-colored flowers)
Thread of gold won't bind a broken sky.
Goodbye mythological archetypes
And self-made stereotypes
And rewriting me into the villain of this story.
Goodbye 7. I saw you, great and frail.
Now I'm cast out beyond the veil,
The me that was a friend to you: 6 for gold.
Broken numbers whisper secret: goodbye 7.
Our moon was buried under a noctilucent cloud.
Now ghostly moon is rising from her shroud
To haunt you in your solitary sky.
And you won't know why
You've got to be the only heroine
In this fairy tale you spin.
And you put that spin on me.
And you'll warp and weft and weave
Another story after I leave.

Hey, Summer

Still obsessed . . . you linger.

Come back, Summer

Wrap me around your finger.

I miss your voice,

Your touch, so much

You haunt me night and day.

I miss your music, hats, and cats and

You don't go away.

I miss Mahler, mauled me, toe pinches.

I miss your words, plural eyecolors, raindrops.

Reason, rhyme, and meter all go down

Beneath the horizon where my heart can see.

Summer, I will see you soon.

Come back to me.


ammonite

If only there were words enough and time,
Then I would take the world and make it rhyme.
Time would make affection's misdirections
Into connections and sweet confections.
Is not that proclamation fine and sweet?
That after this choice we shall choose to meet
Requirements of being incompleat?
Complicated meters always reflect
The mirrors used on stage to misdirect.
To what purpose are all our masks and lies?
In the end we've disguises to disguise.
I would write this out, and be it's herald,
Except this spiral cannot come uncurled:
Nothing to write the world on but the world.


Shine

Come and see, sillies, come and see:
How many silly fools can love make of me?
I have the boy, now, just the one
Having multiples, singles, fun
There's this feeling
Beyond love I'd never been.
I'm having worlds in moments fleeting
Having moments drenched in sun
And now I like the sun . . .
I burn so pale, white on white
And he burns bright, and then more white
Like snowing moons, storm owls, flood lightning
Ghost cats, and sun gods fighting.
This one inspires as he humbles,
Can wash away my sour-soul-grumbles,
Salutes the stars and tilts the sky
So that the days roll quickly by.
Many meows, magic one, mage of mine
Feet of fog, kismet soul, dancing mystic.


non-poetic

I write lyrically though with graceless tongue I speak.
I have no poetry in my soul, so does that count?
I had a poet's soul once, but had to give it back.
Now that the danger's passed I can tell you all you want.

I've read much, and of this I've seen a lot.
But books are not the life of life, as so they claim.
Memory and aptitude are not the things I brought
To this table to make of words this game.

For I have read lies and poems of such inanity
That only time and sense could wash them out.
Thus things that I unlearned are not re-spun with vanity,
And the things I make, clumsily, are honest without doubt.

Is its' truth the measure of the line?
Can you please find the measure of mine?

Thanks, anyway

It's a beautiful, thank you anyway, world
Even to not belong in, lovely itself, thanks for the world
Not mine, no part in yours, every human belongs
Here is -so strange- the heart of this globe: it's surface
Don't want but can't leave, love to live, love will betray
thanks for love, love. Thanks for world, thanks anyway

Hello, Old Friend

Hello old friend, I know it's been some time,
A while since we have let the chances fall

Into an order chance cannot recall.
Books to lend, sarcasms falling chime,

Sentences that broke like waves
On laughters abrupt promontory:

Conversation flowed just easily.
Then it froze. But now time misbehaves:

I am back from my discrepancy
Ready to be wise again, and strong

Enough to say, "Friend, I was wrong.
I let you drift away from me."


spathic soul

People like me have two hearts and one of them is dark.
Trust me and I'll let you in for the damage of my care.
What causes women to turn away and men to break
Lives in this heart of darkness broken open as the air.
I want you to love me and be safe, but to be lawful
The things we want are not so easy as the wanting.
I have to warn you of my heart, treacherous, awful
Though choosing hermitry will leave me haunting.
You can say you'll love me and not break but you will.
It will be my fault for knowing my two hearts can kill.


Chromosomal

There was a girls' game I used to play with me,
Where words betrayed all that I was to be.
I role-played all of me to fit the world:
Every tree and lapdog, male and girl.

And all the me(s) would overpopulate
And flop aground like koi to suffocate.
And you would watch from mountains' tower high
And (arch and wry) sing the blues of nadirs' lullabye.

We would almost laugh, but pen up the silly sound
And pour our misspent laughter out, choking tears upon the ground.
We were young champions of possibility
To everything we did lending XXviability.


Endometriosis Sucks
There is pain inside.
There is death in this womb,
A sea of poisoned waters.
My cervix is a tomb.
*
You can't live in me, baby,
What I inflict I feel.
I'm the Lamia, maybe-child.
This venom is venereal.
*
Hard lumps and shots of pain,
Periods flow brown and grey,
"Cyst" is an evildoers word.
Leave me.
Just go away.


Amputee

Subtract and simplify. I
Learn to let go and get by
Having less self comforts me
Less to hide, less to see
Give up your worth, fear dictates
Be like others - who fears, creates.
*
I'm an amputee where you can't see,
Used to cutting off pieces of me.
*
Repressed things go gangrene
You chop it off, live hard and lean
Mirror-mirrored outside in
Body fat and psyche slim

Iron will makes pain and heartstrings
Into unimportant things.
Hide scars beneath a cloak of dust,
Divide and conquer because I must.



phlogiston

Everyone thinks the sun is burning, but it's not,
Gives light from combining nuclei, not attractive polar bonds.
There's a pain in my chest like fire, tight and hot,
Oxygen reacting faster, reaction never ends.

Light is from electromagnetic instability,
It has no business in the area of your heart.
Fire is chemical, not nuclear, the binding temporary:
A detached element will pull it apart.

Rapid oxidation is called fire, causes pain
That burning is what we have now we've departed.
This burning's in my chest from mere electron gain
First fusion, then fission, now burning brokenhearted.

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