the idea is small. make it be a poem.
send me your small poems. i'll publish them. email@example.com or post one yourself, in the comments.
3:15whitebuttons flooredhard curvesΣ3:29pinkdew softautumn cloud
'Brunch' she slicedonetomatowhilethe boy on the radiosang about love
In Fairy Taleswe walk through our snowy world..don't blinkwhy?there are colder places in your eyes &I want to catch them for the map
post-it notesi am lost -have you loved melately~~~~too late -i'm going backto hatingyour~~~~if only ibelievedyou -i would surely loveyou~~~~don't mind me -i'm just your backseatlover~~~~without my pussycati'm just a dog withouta bone~~~~when i’m goneyou’ll wish i’d never told thetruth~~~~i said never -and i’ll never say thatagain~~~~i watch always nowthe placeyou left me behind~~~~you askedfor the truth -i should have knownbetter~~~~you said you’d bebackbut never said when -i wait, still
the philosopher's stoneramalinga turned into lightand tried to give it awaya recipe:1) dissolution2) a raven's head3) albedo4) a peacock's tail5) distillation6) a fixation7) polish the stone with sunsitting on the chaisetaking in light, she walks byshe's newgolden haired in the parkinglot an hour later imagine pulling outof the universe, then diving back in.
Affairs of the Heart It is poetrywhen the wind murmursSlav melodies in your ear It is poetrywhen your finger forms her nameon top of the water It is poetrywhen the thorn turnsto the pink of a rose Poetry isgiving a nameto a river that separates usand doesn’t exist It is poetrywhen the barb of the arrowbrushes to the side the air moleculesat the surface of your foreheadand for a split visual moment you readon the tip of the arrowI love you as it piercesyour third eyeand heart ~~~Alex Nodopaka January©2011AD Something
sometime during the nightrain begins to gatherin misty sheetswrap trees in gossamer halosdrift in starlit mantlesto cover the grasscast a grey veil over strangerswandering home from unknown nightlivesMercury slides down the barometerlike a stripper down her poleyou cuddle behind me like a blanket of sunbeamsand we watch the sunburn night from the skyRae Pater
Missing PieceI saw in you a place cut to the shape of meand thought I spiedfinallya place where I might fitsummer endswhere fading lightdelineatesa paper cut in the skythat almost fitthe shape of I
a love match of oppositesCancer woman & G mini manI say Hello&You sayGoodbye
User Friendlyby Tashaplease don't drink till I'm homeI'll call you from workhit me when I comeyou were upsetwe sit in a coffinI told you that your hair looks good, 5 times last nite!
gut wrench: broken carmumholds, his hand, until: the end
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