Michelle Sho - 2
sadpoemslist
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they said "fell" dear isabelle, all that you felt! you were. your brave, young body. alone and so lonely 22 stories up in heaven. we meet frequently, but oh so little do we see! and dare to open. i am mutilated by my love. i want you! not myselves. the two sides- an endless mirroring of sea and sky. we grow to fall and fall to grow. 2. i never wanted it born it wasn't meant to form but always rupture. what if i know what i am and can't stop it? i look for qualities in people the way i'm looking for my father in the universe. and cry for all the wrong reasons. 3. dying is like sex, i don't know which is sweeter. it pricks its own flower and horrifies my senses. my love stuffs feathers in my brain blanketing and choking me to a comfortable airless end it will calm me. calm me. my nakedness will show no gleam. and i only smile to detract attention. the racy flesh packed away underneath like lace lingerie. 4. this dizzy, buzzing, hummingbird whizzing love will not last but i strain to kiss him across the globe! thinking the dark spells have left me. i'd kept the black daisies (the ones that crave for the centre to be sucked out) locked away from myself 2 years later they bloom in my throatbox i cough and swallow and vomit and know i'll never be enough. 5. saw you for a second and you make me possible. a love to end all love- say yes if you want it dangerously deep i dive to welcome the ocean's warm breath, deleting me, jellyfish tingle past, bubble, bubble, bull sharks. chasing catfish. and gentle creature of white belly wings guides gracefully of all the vastness of sea and the grandness of land, the shadowy ray and i flew together touched with mutual admiration, in time we will be prime like an expressible soup.
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from the landthere was a cave
full of glowworms shaping the darkness with their beauty. this is where i want to be, in visible coast to cloud. drinking silence from notes of wind a touch of hairy spine, silky moss crumbling in gaps i am calm to dying the way a chrysalis divides itself-then metamorphisis. it is the body of science and soul the sun in your hands cupping the moon of my earth i can hear native stories unbroken streams lovers lost for each other in a field of bones and twilight weeds where your scars feel like stones on the landscape, as immoveable mountains and gods i tie your arms around me press my heart to poetry in single moments and hope they shine with my belief in you anzacsoldier
you are free now cream of the crop how to define a destiny? in the dirt and mud on frontlines faraway terrains the dry mountains and the herders home is on the west coast home is with angela an angel. all the sleepless nights you stood in protection freedom is not free and the water stayed black as partial beams of light danced like crystals over the breakers 14 silhouetted surf boats raise their oars to the dawn ashes are laid at sea we drink the salt air, the melancholia of bagpipes you never let go of holding my fingers between your fingers soldier your service is who we are |
