She climbed
into imaginations limbs,
cradled in reprieve;
as an eager child might rest
within branches
of a fruit bearing tree.
The nectar of aspiration lay
sweet upon her tongue,
while dreams dangled
within grasp,
waiting to be consumed.
Sabrina Escorcio
April 22nd, 2018
Demon whispers Shout Louder than hymns. Drown the soul Sucker.
My reflection Spreads wide, Slides to her knees, Curls back, and Lifts her chest heaven ward.
I kick Twirl like A vane’s cool breath. Slice his thick Words.
request from @wordswritteninsilence “Behind Closed Doors”
Poetry prompt by @wordswritteninsilence (via kriti-g)
Useless would be any words I might offer to give encouragement or occasionally scold for while I wasn’t watching, you grew up and in the distance between us, I grew old Great can be the list of a father’s regrets lamenting many things we might have done yet despite my misgivings and mistakes no man could ever be more proud of his son
You had such curly hair So dark and beautiful A fearless feckless one You had a pretty face You would go out again Wow, you were grown up Going dancing again Of course they would want you You smelled like willingness Though I could always see The holes behind your eyes What were you hiding from Did I understand you No time for anything But a good time, next time You were afraid of time Creeping across your face You were chic and curvy Fussed at me as I grew My hair was far too dark My skin was much too young Never saw my closed eyes Or my camouflaged heart No time for anything You really could not see Anything but good times Looking for a good time And I hid in plain sight Even you didn’t see me As I knelt at your feet Tried to look up to you Even you didn’t see me But it’s okay. It is. For I never saw you I never had a clue
when gardenias sweeten the ravishing air laden moisture beading up let me lick the balm of eucalyptus off your lips brushing soft against the bareness of heated days, we rest together in bucolic fields of wild lilies your guitar tuned to birdsong settled in the birch branches turquoise notes of serenity tasted on a breeze we string crystal days together into diamonds, clasped in a jewel box of slow amethyst melodies opened on a winter’s thought of us
~Aubrie~2018
if I could but banish every banality swirling deep aquamarine eddies underwater chaos cannot come up for air insolent tones shaded violent they sink in a vortex luminous violet vapors float sighs downstream shocked into complacency chlorinated
~Aubrie~2018
in rosewater mixed with wine,
she is the river lapwing of sorrow, when she ebbs, is when she truly exist,
my poems say less than her eyes;
her crimson lips eclipse the sunrise beyond maroon peak,
this indian summer spent in her moonshine presence,
with golden dust;
her tide takes away my cup to another world, i remain parched,
a rainforest without monsoon—the moment, when i break every thread,
to enter her.
sometimes love fills you
so full you want it to be
true, to shed a smile that
can jewel a fitted breath
is to count growth against
the dreams that hold me;
the gentle doesn’t bruise
against a blank flower &
though happy endings are
just stories that haven’t
ended yet, I just want to
be sad on another
planet
somethings hurt until they
become another feeling you
just have to live with & if I
could log every cup of water
that washes the copper from
your voice, we could always
see the sun; all my words are
just answers to the questions
I wish you asked - I won’t leave
you, but I will leave
here
A soft shifting chaos, wires
Wrapped around my silken
Skin–is this real? Your dark
Hair, your passion fruit
lips and limpid, coffee
Ground eyes– I didn’t know
How beautiful binary could
Be, baptize me in this water
A metal tube of wonder, did
I take the blue pill? I can
Taste the tang of the
Forbidden, a trench coat
Of secrets, save me my
Messiah, I haven’t felt
Anything in days, remind
Me where my nerves still
Lay under my skin, sleeping
ghost lurking around me/can’t seem to let go of your rotting body- please come back to me/please leave me be- my open-mouthed melancholy/your ink-stained memory; this nostalgic prelude to the death of beauty [in me] apparition.
children of Liber
celebrate the ecstasy of your god
thousands of priests
fallen in glory
to the mystery of your
sinister midnights
the fruited wine a bloody stain
upon ripe lips
red with song
limbs supple under moonlight
a golden circle
dancing
supping
singing
in the gathering dark
among tall trees risen
pleasure taken in the mouths of wolves
flesh to flesh the frenzied hands
roaming breast to hip
along the many-bodied beast
the writhing mass of acolytes
perfumed with sweat
pale muscled thighs
dripping with the heady scent of seed
down through the deep green olive groves
they revelled nude
these glistening newborn constellations
as one the might of heaven’s stars
ripped through the lowing cattle
all clad in naught but pelt and gore
devouring as they came
tongues and teeth
rough on skin so sweet
they pinkened apple cheeks
by morning all had woken bruised
minds sore as broken pinions
aghast at the god’s euphoric rites
the city burned
their errant children
if i had a way back to you these tears would retrace their streams to water a garden than to fall on dead soil if you should return back to me these tears would fill my heart with faith to water my soul than to fall on broken promises if we were brave enough these tears would make us strong to mend to water our need to heal than to fall on excuses my darling i hope you are well
never lose your imagination @misplacednotes (via misplacednotes)
