Magnetic Poetry On My Brain

Inspired by magnetic poetry and the smell of wet earth... written by RoyaBoya (back to TheWritingsOfRoya or go to TheColorfulStoriesOfRoya) <@

People sound like rain wild and falling down Let the immense showers wail filling puddles smell the blossoms grow; the rain watering. People will make you cry and they will make you strong.

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What you slice when you cut your arm is a piece of yourself Releasing yourself into the air and you will never get back what you cut away.

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the morning is bruised, lovely, slender like my sister, murky like her eyes. Secrets are building in the clouds Masses stagger to work against the wind. Blood blossoms in the early skye Sound builds red and makes tender ears bleed too. When the day grows it pains and evening slices through the day, the moon burning away the sun, People will crack and the morning will come again tomorrow.

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Love Poem #5

tongues searching for secrets in caves past teeth which guard our tenderest moments. Smelling summer growing makes it hard work not to remember morning loves I turn to liquid Blue + wild as a bruise When summer comes I won't have anything to hide beneath and I am afraid of the thoughts of you that consume me.

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unleash the drunk who wants to drink you up.

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I am strong at heart weak only in the mind that thinks of you. Dazzled by the fireworks you set off with one wink. I was born wild as wind and you the designated captor of a thousand hearts But my heart is strong, Only staggering when I think of you.

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I tell you my tongue would make you stagger what I could say How I would say it smooth and sweet and dazzling like music you would want to hear. My notes would make you love and what I could say would make you mine.

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leave my secrets alone or I will sprout wings like a butterfly and you will try to chloroform me and pin me to my bed So I hope you will let me be ignore the words that fonsume my tongue and burn my cheek or you will be burnt too, sliced away from me before you find a way to stab me through the heart.

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Speak of glass cracking and I will cut my own tongue. I smear your ears with blood from my lips but I want to wrap you inside blossoms so that the pain of my bruised apologies will smell sweeter.

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Our joy knows tears deep down simmering we incubate sadness painted like a watercolor on the inside of our skin Our joy knows fear dark jumping shadows our joy stands at the edge of the water deciding between splashing or backing away slowly. Our joy knows bitterness like a birthday cake with no candles Our joy feels the curve of black rocks, knows the cold water at it's feet and swims inside the sadness in each of us. Our joy is all of this and more.

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say what you want scream it I am tired of straining my ears for your whisper pick up the phone and talk to strangers unafraid yell and scream and shout unfurrow your brows laugh more and don't be afraid to drive fast.

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listen for the wailing music inside you it's there like your soul your turn for a drum solo don't be afraid to rip it crash or burn Music is the universe.

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Oozing pain and solutions is the secret to poetry. Truth like petals blowing in the wind wilder than anyone thought at first but you'll go into the storm with your pen and bring back poetry from the center, like liquid on your paper, the sweetest delirium from hot aches and chills, you write what we want to read.

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This journal wants to eat my words suck the ink straight from the pen, I think it strengthens spines the books and mine. underneath worlds bolster the journal chomps and grows Stuffing it's pages full of text, and fueling me ready to make more.

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We will eat spring crunching petals between our teeth drinking the rain dripping from the roof for dessert we will make mud pies with clouds on top like whipped cream. The air is sweet like mother nature's baking We are invited to a picnic today, and then a stroll in her blossoming garden.

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lullabies from the mouths of mothers who could do no wrong, those are the most comforting songs of flowers and soldiers and unconditional love I fell asleep to beautiful music and woke up rady to make my own.

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watching the soft eyes of a petal like girl, just blossoming in the spring of her life. I will kill the gardener who uproots her.