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Post by Cobalt-60 on Aug 14, 2007 23:47:00 GMT -8
I think I'll put some of my poems up here...see what sorta reception they get.
The Mediator Here we are, we three of shining - in this garish fall of nicotine ashes, sifting, stalling, slowly circling as we dance in the ruins of what might have been.
Flattering, hastening, each takes the other to slowly extract every vital and secret expression of circular logic and lust.
If binding we find, then turn on another to flee from such feelings (unwanted, unasked for) to finally feel in control and secure.
(Atlas alone with the weight of the world bearing down)
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Post by Dark Beauty on Aug 15, 2007 5:11:32 GMT -8
Huh... that's a fun take on it. I have never heard an Atlas/Earth poem with the word "us" used as the pronoun. That's pretty cool. I like the expression of the entire thing.
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Post by Cobalt-60 on Aug 17, 2007 16:48:07 GMT -8
Poem the second.
Funereal Send it out to s(p)inning reaches Let it rest on b(l)eaches of light. He that teaches takes the day-ash To once more, with crash and pomp Add to the flash of his mo(u)rning.
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Post by Cobalt-60 on Aug 27, 2007 18:03:49 GMT -8
Another one...written on a long car trip.
Of The Clock Seven o' clock sun is molasses glow and sharpline deliniations
with paper buildings thin shields against the epic
(golden-sharp-contrasted-definition)
sun flares through paper but only at seven o'clock
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Post by Dark Beauty on Aug 27, 2007 20:11:58 GMT -8
That funeral one is amazing. You write impressive poetry. I love the different styles and the double-meanings.
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Post by Cobalt-60 on Aug 28, 2007 18:14:28 GMT -8
^_^
Thanks! These are all old though...lately it's seemed like I can't get anything out.
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Post by Cobalt-60 on Sept 12, 2007 11:57:52 GMT -8
I have now proven myself a liar. This is the first time in months I've written something I'm happy with.
Post- It's possible your ash-scarred face displays the barest hint of when you
burst, gasping, through the thin film of skin that covered the honeygold shine of the future and its careless promises but
you fell too far too fast .
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Post by Cobalt-60 on Sept 17, 2007 16:30:28 GMT -8
This is an old one I found just a bit ago
Tower Girl You
with peony-eyes and flaxengold rose-hair sparkling with mistmorning dew, anything that may be
Open your eyes and see me amid vines and ivy of ivory and pine
anything more is asking (much like Midas)
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Post by Cobalt-60 on Oct 15, 2007 20:25:56 GMT -8
Written just today (you guys are the first to see it...don't you feel special? lol). Based off of something a friend said a few days ago.
The Way Things Are
The girl with the laughing and sky-colored eyes
quietly smiles from between the two boys in green jackets -
and stores all her stainless-steel knives in their backs.
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Post by Detrevni on Oct 16, 2007 9:45:20 GMT -8
Oh dang I know how that feels.
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Post by Cobalt-60 on Mar 20, 2008 17:06:03 GMT -8
Unintentional Hypocrisy
Aquamarine, obsidian chains winding up a marbled tree coil and snake within its veins. Aquamarine, obsidian chains are running through the lions' manes; and when they search they only see aquamarine, obsidian chains winding up a marbled tree.
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Post by Cobalt-60 on May 19, 2008 16:13:28 GMT -8
Dedicate The warm crush of your seafoam lips alighting on my shore took your share of sand from the paper shells that hold my sight within the impossible 'yes' of the things that press into your skin my whispered "always"
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Post by Zeffa! on May 20, 2008 9:49:50 GMT -8
I like how the tides seem to go out as the piece moved onward, sort of reinforcing the seaside metaphor while seeming to contrast the permenancy of the last line. I love that line "the warm crush of your seafoam lips" just saying it aloud is fun, it does soud alot like a calming ocean shoreline.
It's a little more different than some of your other pieces, this one isn't based on color as much, but the senses of sound and touch.
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Post by Cobalt-60 on Aug 4, 2008 1:15:37 GMT -8
Gold in the mulch My shelter hates to see me go, but aroundwards and side I slide
You know,
A one thing in you sparks, and your soul blazes While your eyes see one way through mazes of growing things (like love, or something similar)
Oh, the cheap tricks people play Here's one now [and another] Morbid candlelight binds you down
They went by a bit fast for you, didn't they?
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Post by Cobalt-60 on Sept 20, 2008 2:06:13 GMT -8
Earshot six times in one week I froze as you walked by, the smell of woodsmoke close behind as my eyes stole (thieves in the night) to your face
five people today asked if I knew you I said 'no'
four doors away your song caught me up in an embarrassingly showy dazzle of cyan
three thousand miles is spanned through the wonder of modern technology
two syllables I cannot say hover between your casual glances when I pretend I'm not looking
one week ago, other things mattered
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