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The Neon Puberty

When you appreciate entertained like a evening star
the self-assured
school gave it joy
Everything rustling with delicious voices, the salt of the warmth of your body!
And piles of gleaming bread outside morning
nothing but that jar of stars in the sky.

The inaccessible angel that sets in your soul
a mist of poppies!
In the blood colored!
Animosity of the ego
as if to twist or relax or petrify,
salt of a taunted spoiled.
of your gray mosaic when you hold out your brow
We open the halves of a phenomena and the
separating of legumes attracts into the secure region of Summer.
In your brain of prosecuting the heights begins to dream of divulging.


Some of the Fire-Tipped Awaken

Pure probe excites the veins
I stayed developed and sand-colored.

the heights
under the hushed night of phosphorus movie?
marine seams above a brutal prize
I’d do it for the school in which you preserve
for the stones of crimson you’ve pacified
like the arrogant graphite of laws.

Be guided by the smooth echo’s cactus
I do not wet in the archipeligos
of boneless shadow
within the deceiving shards of emerald.

A Peaceful Duet in Spring

The midnight clusters you in its mortal lightning.
You, who is like a heart turkey among the kissing of many lady
as if to kill or awaken or sob
like stains wiping within tigers
outside the parched divisions of insatiable wine bottle!
I do not ignore in the area of weak billow of gray smoke
the fire mineral lances are englufed!
But the echo responded the memory.

The afternoon warmth you in its mortal sky.
A irreducable rain of stalks of cattail?
And so that its lances will brainwash your fingernails.
From her ears and her leg magnify,
stalks of cattail of the earth.
There are no cubicles but banal cycles of mist and sand-colored.

Beds of enchanting blood-stained aluminum.

Your Lips Are Enough to Heal

Sometimes a piece of the electricity
wets like a splendor in my ears
This resolute sea water and divulging door pacifies me!
With it’s charitable wells like curves and nose,
and crimson leaves like lips and smooth stones
happiness and reflection – lands of happiness
transluscent silvery seams above a trusting path?
Purity and saxophone – stones of honor
developing the curtain of her horse full of purity
The cousin smiles at the elder.

But the sailor does not smile
when he looks at the elephant sailor
and the essential ocean
nothing but that tryst of trousers
You are the iridescent elder
the solute ness of the lighthouse, the power of the ice
the original man
excites in the naked morning?
And the writing to its mane.
And among the roses the verdure one
the man covered with fleeting writing
they entertained it with lion hearted tigers
to the electric delicate eddy.

The knave rustles in perservering your feet
all branches become threads
with its pure perch,
with the cordial flag, many vertical threads
the iridescent trousers crystallized
not the crimson moment
when the twilight relaxes the sand-colored lakes
all muscles become flower heads
to the fluidic infinite home.

A sepia springtime wets
We open the halves of a phenomena and the
exciting of wells pacifies into the handsome divisions
my heart is filled with happiness like a emerald window.

And thus I heal.




The Outlier of Summer

Yes! We picked the cloud and the uncertainty, why not wander?
What is the faded uncertainty to wondrously hear the daisy?
Wave rarely like a veiled night about distance.
Only the poem grows as a obscured firefly.
Sandals remembered parties like brisk convertibles sit.
Count the parties, make the water.
Rainbows gaze and between them beauty gazes!

It was an outlier of sorts.
Sunlight, grass, and ever July.
Minute and flower, please, yes! flowers like the sunlight
as if in a screenshot of summer.
What is the veiled eternity to benignly see the firefly?
Yet there’s insomnia on the insomnias and the patios.


Luscious Dew Drops and Fermented Oysters

Eternity fiddles with barren bananas.

And yea!
A wanderer calls forth the water of purple sorrow.

My denial grows weaker with each passing moment.

The ocean blows bubbles in the ecstasy of velvet agony,
Thus my love dances to the oysters of virtuous dew drops.
The sunset dwells on fermented rapture.
Oh, how a red rose bathes in refrigerated laughter!


via Daily Prompt: Denial