Losing WisdomOne apparently has a crazy long root. So that's fun too.
Besides the wisdomectomy, nothing too exciting is poppin' off over here.
So...yeah.
Keep arting,
Charles
*skerd22
[poetry]Newest
arsenal1.arsenal
come close to me and break;
2.
your case is here, inside with your name inscribed housing powder ignited by fate;
3.
I am leading lead astray, hoping to see you barrel-chested someday;
4.
never stop: add more to the stream, make concrete gleam with the shards that you fling, stay full automatically, cover the scene with the steam of hot metal aimed haphazardly;
5.
by *skerd22
untoldi.untold
I am the depth of the winter;
a splinter, the shard in your heart you give into;
I am the frost and the creeping that enter, the seeping and cost and the weeping and ember.
I am the deepest of blue with a hint of December, I freeze every thing you remember.
ii.
I am the whim of the spring;
I sing and the grandest of melodies cleaves from its king;
I'm the edge of the canyon, the brink of the known and the wondered and what's in between;
I am
by *skerd22
seasi.seas
call me romantic, but I would forsake the Atlantic to swim in your eyes and delight in your antics;
ii.
let the Mediterranean cease, if it keeps you with me let each drop that it held be released;
iii.
forget the Pacific your peace is terrific enough, you take care of the broad and specific;
iv.
if the Arctic takes issue with how much I miss you who cares? let it freeze as I kiss you;
v.
if the Indian rises with envious
by *skerd22
Favourites
sweetly, softlyi left marks shaped like the bow of my lips lingering gray on window panes that i passed by andsweetly, softly
sweetly on the spaces between your fingers, the back of your knees and space where your ear meets your jaw in gentle, gentle touches which left you feeling only more alone quieter smaller and denser
by ~orange-sheep
Oneword: yarnmaybe I am over -zealous, leather -bound, a story needing to be told before the fire finds us cold.Oneword: yarn
by ~pardonM3
grandfather clockyour sunflower heart is fluttering against my eardrum, unsteady and unstable like a foxglove tincture, a turn signal just slightly out of sync with the taillight gleaming ahead of you in the darkness. beneath the mass of my skull, my brain, your breastbone is soft, malleable; if i could work it loose from your rubber-banded flesh, i could build a sandcastle with it, carve patterns of tiny bricks with the only nail i haven't bitten down to the quick, raw and ragged. your heart would rest, cradled safely between the two highest turrets of the fortress, with me as guard and portcullis and staff and doting family, adoring subjects.grandfather clock
by ~onyxdemoness
live wirei am a series of circuits that widen and narrow like valves at your every word; synaptic breaths conduct a symphonylive wire
of mixed signals leaping (it's the new age ballet)
while word-sparks cross nexus junctions up toward my tongue, and die before responses develop--
miscommunication generates gaps where energy stalls.
our secrets are bulbs that do not glow; you spit electrons when you speak
and i am charged with enigmatic passion,
but there is no violent love-storm to silence the frayed ends of the wires that comprise me and i am left flickering in dee
by =IAmPhoenixMoth
The Words Build
i. welcomethis is of a man, and this is of the man:i. welcome
he begins as often witnessed and will end in much the same, but this is focused on the path from green to grime to glass to glade.
he will anger ticking towers, he will be the fleeing main; he will glower under neon and describe the taste of flame.
this will all be of the man, and this will be all of the man.
by *skerd22
ii. childhood dreamsthis is of the child:ii. childhood dreams
as the sun declines its right to own the sky, his orbits are no longer bound by all the exits underlined; he is off and seeing edifices ache for a response, for just a taste.
he is off then, but the glow is brighter still from radiating windowsills; by the by he exits one created luminescent town as more enlightened buildings overrun.
as the brightness of the spires overtakes, he delights in cherished knowledge by the garden by the lakes; he is often seen discoursing with the glory of the morning. &
by *skerd22
iii. Parallelschoking.iii. Parallels
with the shimmer East, the acid on the West is his first meeting with where architecture ends. every power line is loosely tied around his ankle, pulling him away from deepest dreamings' reassurance. smokestacks prowl his ruptured mind, he had hoped and pined that further East was glory without mourning. but the sky inhales the smog and wheezes on, declining sunlight and his goals of light adorning.
choking.
Reaches, far from far away seems refuge, when confronted with epiphanies of industrial strength. he can't
by *skerd22
iv. staircasesReaches.iv. staircases
This is of the choking ended, resolution left unmended as his fleeing feet find refuge in the fleeting green that holds familiar glimmers; but the shimmer in the corner of his eye prevents the dream, his world is open at the seemingly unending length of seam; stress pushes down upon, as he steps up the stairway on his way to sparkless attics; he repels the darkness addicts with a flame he fashioned from erratic tinder; scattered, he is all emotion as his chords implore the darkened Reaches for a meaning in the worl
by *skerd22
100 Theme Challenge
1. Introduction awkward like a fawn's foray toward perceived Eden1. Introduction
he surfaces from under mortar mortuary to synch lip and hand
so to speak
She is a thie
by *skerd22
2. LoveIt takes the steps that lead you in to places that you've never been and cannot see but cannot bear to lose2. Love
It chases fading prints of feet as waves begin to rise and sweep away the last remains you didn't choose
It waits beneath a fading light with eyes and hopes kept focused high though told that such behaviour is for fools
It talks and laughs and sings and cries when duly socially implied with each response derived from mem'ry's jewels
Lengthy explanations Often fail to give the proper Voice to such a drastic Err in common sense
Let us only breathe it
by *skerd22
3. LightSo you like to do your dance, you know that bump and that grind You're in the club each happenstance lookin' for somethin' that shines You're frustrated every time, your rage eruptin' at times You say you want a star while only watching rumps and behinds Man get it in line, the real stars ain't been found in the clubs surroundin' the subs like lions wearin' clothes made for cubs (Naw) Ain't often seen up at the bar gettin' tipsy Movin' like gypsies; catch you from afar with their hips, see? (Yeah) I'm talkin' 'bout a woman brimmin' with class And I ain't mean she sippin' water from a lemon3. Light
by *skerd22
4. Darkand what of all this stasis as the basis of our plight searching midnight as relief yet disbelief cuts like oration preparation for a crowning leaves you drowning under heaven4. Dark
and what of all these cardiac attacks upon the innocent a loved descent to arrogance your stance upon a suicidal cliff begets epiphany's direction counterinsurrection at your heels
and most of all this silence through the violence of beating hearts to bleeding smithereens the glowing streams of shared battlescars paired with extended gazes as mind phases t
by *skerd22
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