There’s a sounds of jazz in my house today Trumpets are cracking the melon of water it’s sanguine juices dissolves in an undetermined chords Does this separate our worlds? The bordelines of our music the structures of our words This labyrinth of daylight is diffused and there is no chances of rising above it today …
Author Archives: shadowwhitepoetry
The braid
Observing the motion of two empty swings trying to disperse the anxiety before the dusk comes counting and recounting glittering backs in the parking lot noticing children running behind the houses without thinking unnecessary only the laughter and shrieks that’s true i wish i could become more healthier through mine poems through mine intertwined words …
Metamorphosis (as it is_)
Metamorphosis has begun You are not much nor little you are in a prolonged middle position you last and you last stretch from the sides to the edges to the corners skin starts to crack open becoming pierceable like a balloon involuntarily yielding for a different kind of knobs and creatures to crawl underneath it …
-(my music box).2=
Here
That fulfilled Emptiness Moments joining hands creating something chain-like something vastness-like from there to here That gawky Emptiness That rest between innumerable probabilities and innumerable realities All here together in one place Here Here Flew away in the looping time Here is visiting the long tables of Gods Here is hiding in the open field …
– (my music box).1=
What i listen when i write -1.
She
She Who smells like a warm and moist Earth One deep opened fertile Furrow She Smelling like winds and groans Like ankles soft and sunburn in the daylight of July She has cut down and given away blossom after blossom now standing bare skinned hidden in the leaves She always have found the time to …
Don’t need to think
Apples start to fall and how much of the work has been done in the veins of Earth who has planned it all Eons forehead to live to die to born to live to die to born to live Green veins pulsating tearing apart from the strength and fullness Don’ t need to think – …
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