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She lingered about a little
& as I watched her spirit
Glide & dance around her
Sunflowers crashed her shoulders
Subtle-breaths covered
By consciousness hid away
The grand joy that her sight had spelled
a soft parade of prayers
half danced & walked away
through the sun drenched seconds
of that day
She half stranger, half friend. . .
didn't want to let it slant that way
"Smile my way"
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Added by The Subtle-poet on June 24, 2009 at 1:20am —
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Laughing and full of passion
was our talk
But I dont belong here nor there
Your hand crosses oceans of time to haunt me
& I dont belong here or there
Before the sun comes up
& we leave this empty house
into the cold morning
we sand and laughed & danced
before the sun was out
before the cold light
In this pillowed vesel
I dont belong here or there
or anywhere
where you had me you had me
& where I had you ; I had you
and it'll never be the same again
Those echoes…
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Added by The Subtle-poet on June 21, 2009 at 2:56am —
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Walking through the park
I stood quietly
in the dark
Something supicious
Something specious
caught my eye
A black veiled chair
salient there, between the trees
approaching it
I could see a man
hair
w/ fine clothes
I levitated by the ground
a man so serious
it's curious
his words - muttered
I felt like butter
blue & red butterflies lingered about his coat
he muttered & tacitly explained
I couldn't know
At times he was seeming vying
venal
inclining with his manners
I coul…
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Added by The Subtle-poet on May 3, 2009 at 1:30am —
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A hulk full of lulls
carries me down the hall
low music and a world full of hurt revealed
through the cracks
bloom
through the rooms
Hauled down the hall to the brown leaves
this pill wont kill
or hurt
who are you
far and full of wonder
going under
Walking to the autumn-spring forest
pink-path
The forest leaves brown
cracks serenly letting in the melodic-light
what a day for a stroll and levitation
the music sings so softly below my ears
there's time to stop and stare
at your countanance on…
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Added by The Subtle-poet on April 4, 2009 at 7:33pm —
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"I'm always derision"
- it's always rueful"
my soul turns slowly through the dark electric hall
blue club
heavy breathing
your eyes shined like the outside lights
as my mouth gapes open
the whole world crashing
letting out a silent sound
hanging by a meaty string
the smallest crack
hangs so heavy
on my back
and it comes back
with the electronic subtle sky
subtle in my mind
your hand
my mind
an electronic crucifixion
always at the periphery of the room
no matter how much i move ; o…
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Added by The Subtle-poet on March 5, 2009 at 4:48am —
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These are some original songs I wrote from 2003-2005. I've always wondered what other people might think about the lyrics - I didn't feel very experienced as a song writer when I wrote them so the couple of times that i've sang them in front of an audience ; I didn't feel as confident as I would've like to have been, but lately i've been liking them more and more.
Anyfeed back would be great. The first lyrics are for a song called "Planetary love song" which I actually have up on my myspace ; it…
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Added by The Subtle-poet on February 21, 2009 at 8:57am —
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fingerless gloves are covering my future
they're rad
i could do anything
watch me do a cartwheel
by the pastel concrete buildings and sky
and come out alive ; sanguine
my hands become agile spiders
playing the chords
they're the best
i could write poetry
by the trees
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Added by The Subtle-poet on February 15, 2009 at 6:33pm —
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my loves subliminal
says just another dead poet
tilting his head back on fire
w/ the feeling that love isn't everything
yet still pining by the sillouhettes of pines
and still starry by the steps
garble
rhyme
dance halls
n plaintive valentines
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Added by The Subtle-poet on February 14, 2009 at 5:30pm —
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instant poem: mixed w/ a bowie song.
poem:
Dont believe in yourselves
Dont decieve w/ beliefs
knoledge comes w/ death's release
letting it all go - one day
quicksand dreams
will drain
my mind flows to the next stage
till then
living in the color(phous) void
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Added by The Subtle-poet on February 11, 2009 at 4:00am —
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I think this is still a little rough ; i'm thinking maybe i'll change some things on it.
-H:
Water flows like the whitest milk
plunging
as my head sinks
the whole world mad drenching
white soup
sorrounded by black velvet sanguine
up above
the studio tub
saints singing
w/ their angelic voice
like vapor
embroidered
"You know the words to my heart! "
- " i am a genius! "
moody wild music, climbing
"You know the keys to my heart! "
- " i'm a genius! "
still going. . .
she's by the window…
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Added by The Subtle-poet on February 8, 2009 at 9:00pm —
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To love is to lie
to live is to die,
all the stings
that skin is heir to
survived,
for the warmth embrace in your eyes.
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Poignant February
sunless Sunday afternoon
purple perfume to you
blithe
in ruin
though you might not think so.
running in the arboretum
i read the waves you sent me
that you never told me.
free in this free land.
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Added by The Subtle-poet on January 30, 2009 at 3:00am —
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I just wanted to tell everyone on here that if i leave a comment on your poems it's not going to focus on the technical stuff like meters, accents, ect. . .
I'm actually still learning ; so if you have any tips let me know. i'm actually reading a book on all the different methods to making my poetry better, but it's taking longer than i expected because, i'm also working on expanding my vocabulary.
I'm grateful for the feedback i've gotten so far - I hope to get some more in the future.
I also w…
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Added by The Subtle-poet on January 16, 2009 at 4:18am —
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The last of my youth is burning away
lying on slow quicksand
oh life you'll never be back
my days are burried
in chimerical sands
living too long w/ fanfare
& quixotic pursuits
sitting on the slate beach
i know there's more
i want to be adored
i know there's more
i just want to be adored
can that be it
obdurancy obdurancy
turning away from me
obdurancy obdurancy
just let me be. . .
the grey sweatshirt compliments the slate sky
my spry spirit----
clouded by the cold pier
there's…
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Added by The Subtle-poet on January 9, 2009 at 4:41am —
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poem 24
Honey, i died tonight
as i layed on the floor
all i could here was the kitchen sink drip
just like my head
wailing sirens in the night
reminded me of you
echoing
through city-building street nights
i tried you know
maybe i deign too much to see through life
I sould've lived like the ocean
Roistering & breathing
all those sunday afternoons
je june
in bloom
ebroidering on my fears
tears cant bring them back
all that's latent
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Added by The Subtle-poet on January 7, 2009 at 4:30am —
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vapid vanity fills the days
the streets
busses
mnemonics
collusions
your picture cant bring back the days
but it certainly competes
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Added by The Subtle-poet on January 2, 2009 at 2:11am —
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