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graveyard is the Moon
full and empty of bacteria that might have been
of wanderers wise
of wandering fools
how well that idiot poet of an ancient time has said
dust to dust
credit he assigned to the wrong being
and yet he spoke the truth
it is our end and our beginning
our eternal youth
full and empty of bacteria that might have been
of wanderers wise
of wandering fools
how well that idiot poet of an ancient time has said
dust to dust
credit he assigned to the wrong being
and yet he spoke the truth
it is our end and our beginning
our eternal youth
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Idols
“She had everything you could ever want, and yet she let it all go up in flames.
“She won hundreds of awards for her flights, and she’d tell so many stories from all the places she’d been; places you could only dream about going: Africa, Paris, London, Australian, you name it; she’d been there. She was this shining heroine in the Aviation industry dominated by men. But everything went downhill one flight.
“The turbulence was extra strong, or so they say. The plane was going down. She tried to call for help, but no one answered. It was her, one other passenger, and one parachute. She knew what she had to d
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The Ballerina
She watches from backstage as her partner performs his variation. The stage lights seem to get brighter, and the space in the wings seem to close in. She can feel her heart beating faster. Her partner’s short solo seems to last an eternity. She flexes and points her feet as she waits. Finally the music stops. She closes her eyes. She can hear thunderous applause, but it sounds distant, like it’s coming from another world. She centers herself, preparing for the most important two minutes of her life: her first solo as prima ballerina. The applause seems to go on forever. She fears that she will always be overshadowed by her talent
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Yours
Yours
Make me
Groan with delight
Hold tight my fantasy
Fight against all the shackles
Keep me balanced, the room's spinning
We forsake all others, forsake ourselves too
While sating our thirst, while feeding our hungers
We tie up loose ends around each other's collarbones
By breaking bones and rules and taking everything for granted
Can't stop hiding the images behind my eyes and memorizing them
Swirling the lust around, a wine taster savoring intimate flavors
Floating on blues and greens, absorbing your sensuality too
Bodies intertwined, come down from above my frame
Fasten your mouth to mine, breathing tandem
Pressed together, it's urgent
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This was triggered by a reference in an anime to the moon as a graveyard. Sometimes it doesn't take much to start the brain working in poetry mode.
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