One of the reasons why I'm hesitant to post my shyt before I copyright it or get my book out
Especially material that I consider my best work
The Coli's Poetry Thread
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Especially material that I consider my best work
a short haiku i wrote elsewhere just for the sake of writing. informed the admin and he deleted the thread on this poetry forum. I was thinking about registering but since that happened opted not to. Not the first time though fam.
throwaway stuff i might just post nothing i plan to use later on down the line.
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Superstar
My morning motivation
Recca Gatsby
LWO
Sometimes I catch myself
To walk this plank is to lay eyes upon your eyes
So I tippy-toe around the edges
Your excellence, captured in one portrait--a pitfall
Instead I choose to bounce between trampolines of your features
All this texture, landscape of emotions landing
Wink for me darling, there is my heartbeat fluttering
Sway as your brows, paintbrushes illustrate riveting expressions
Oh, the scenes that play out to perfection
A hum of your nose flare wrinkles, let you sneeze
Time can stand as still as it may, forever I fall
Grasp this look, as it all comes together
And I may fall my darling, oh I may falll
But always for you
Confident, in knowing your eyes are my parachute to well being
To think, all this comes with your blink
To walk this plank is to lay eyes upon your eyes
So I tippy-toe around the edges
Your excellence, captured in one portrait--a pitfall
Instead I choose to bounce between trampolines of your features
All this texture, landscape of emotions landing
Wink for me darling, there is my heartbeat fluttering
Sway as your brows, paintbrushes illustrate riveting expressions
Oh, the scenes that play out to perfection
A hum of your nose flare wrinkles, let you sneeze
Time can stand as still as it may, forever I fall
Grasp this look, as it all comes together
And I may fall my darling, oh I may falll
But always for you
Confident, in knowing your eyes are my parachute to well being
To think, all this comes with your blink
Recca Gatsby
LWO
Ask for what you feel
Is it bound tightly by rope of life
Or of the hopes you want to strife
The comfort of a ship to harbour's light
Or do we stain pillows every night for plight
Look within yourself, the answer is clear
The beginning and the ending always ends with a tear
It's up to you if this is joyous, or from something you fear
Is it bound tightly by rope of life
Or of the hopes you want to strife
The comfort of a ship to harbour's light
Or do we stain pillows every night for plight
Look within yourself, the answer is clear
The beginning and the ending always ends with a tear
It's up to you if this is joyous, or from something you fear
I wrote this shyt two days ago
title: Garden of lost Nails
On the top right corner was the nail mom chipped chasing the dog.
south of it is the nail dad lost when he tried to fix the front window when there was a fog
West of it was are the gang of nails Charelle lost when the Football slammed into them.
Adjacent to it is the two nails of mine with some cloth when I scratched at the hem.
Not too far off, is a red nail that came from when Ezekiel's fingers were damaged by the firecrackers.
Its neighbor, are nails battered from when we use to practice for football because we played as linebackers.
North has the nails, from when me, Ezekiel, and Charelle use to play fight and Ezekiel's hand I stepped on when I ran.
Nearby is the nails from when Charelle's boyfriend was shot by dad and some of the bullets hit his hand.
the names Charelle, and Ezekiel are not real names just made up
I dont know if I should call it "Garden of lost nails" or "Cemetary of Lost nails"
title: Garden of lost Nails
On the top right corner was the nail mom chipped chasing the dog.
south of it is the nail dad lost when he tried to fix the front window when there was a fog
West of it was are the gang of nails Charelle lost when the Football slammed into them.
Adjacent to it is the two nails of mine with some cloth when I scratched at the hem.
Not too far off, is a red nail that came from when Ezekiel's fingers were damaged by the firecrackers.
Its neighbor, are nails battered from when we use to practice for football because we played as linebackers.
North has the nails, from when me, Ezekiel, and Charelle use to play fight and Ezekiel's hand I stepped on when I ran.
Nearby is the nails from when Charelle's boyfriend was shot by dad and some of the bullets hit his hand.
the names Charelle, and Ezekiel are not real names just made up
I dont know if I should call it "Garden of lost nails" or "Cemetary of Lost nails"
Recca Gatsby
LWO
This a old one I found from when I was like five years ago
Your imagery stands powerful enough to ignite life in an ocean
That unwavering aura of unconditional beauty rises fire
Almost intimidating how your architect flourishes together
Time takes a toll to slow as your bravado shows
Absolute magnificent display of perfection
For I, it took but one gander and saw Heaven before me
Strong, determined, and visceral you carry yourself
With each strut of your walk a spark of thunder could strike
A model of God’s true intention
You come together molded of the envy of every other woman
Hair stricken lively and black as a summer night with an eclipse
Eyes strict, stern and yet delegant of a pure gloss of intrigue
Skin as fair as a fresh scoop of butter pecan
Ears cute as a button designed to hear all
Lips succulent and more crafted in gorgeous fashion
And out these lips come the most alluring of voices taken home by such an accent
True beauty can be defined by your name alone
Your imagery stands powerful enough to ignite life in an ocean
That unwavering aura of unconditional beauty rises fire
Almost intimidating how your architect flourishes together
Time takes a toll to slow as your bravado shows
Absolute magnificent display of perfection
For I, it took but one gander and saw Heaven before me
Strong, determined, and visceral you carry yourself
With each strut of your walk a spark of thunder could strike
A model of God’s true intention
You come together molded of the envy of every other woman
Hair stricken lively and black as a summer night with an eclipse
Eyes strict, stern and yet delegant of a pure gloss of intrigue
Skin as fair as a fresh scoop of butter pecan
Ears cute as a button designed to hear all
Lips succulent and more crafted in gorgeous fashion
And out these lips come the most alluring of voices taken home by such an accent
True beauty can be defined by your name alone
I’d share some stuff but I don’t trust some of y’all before I copyright my shít 
Here’s a Nathaniel Mackey poem tho.
The title is: Said to have been heard to say hush
Remembered moment lamenting
its exit, the anaphylactic aria
fell away. What beauty promised or
we projected faded, we moved
on,
not’s province the place we
now camped in… The abandoned
ones we averred we’d someday
be
fell away as well. The abandoned
girl and boy blended in… Thought’s
province it was we pitched our tents
in.
Wind wrinkled our foreheads, thought
not’s not someday… Not made every
eye water. In our heads more than ever,
syl-
labic beads we thumbed, not’s dread
have-without-hold we bowed down to,
cried Cry blood, fell back… There
was a box inside my head, something
men-
acing shook it, Joe Henderson’s tenor.
Not’s woken-up-to now we backed away
from, Little Johnnie C, “Hobo Joe”…
In-
sistent, imposed itself, beside the point.
All of it was orphan song we chimed in
on, chided by it, charmed even so. I saw
no
light but said otherwise, lit by the thought
of it, not-light lytic, tear between said
and saw… Light stole away, some kind
of
spell I was under. At more removes
than there was ground for, I stole away
as well, said to have been heard to
say hush. A tiptoe ghost octet fidgeted
be-
hind us. Not was another name for
death I was afraid and afraid my feet
would fail, Idiot Footless, feet I did
in-
deed speak with, did indeed say hush…
A little bit of nothing, anaphylactic
rush, seen-say gone so soon we were
not’s
understudies. Whatever it was we did,
no matter what we did, whatever we did we
did away… No one heard footsteps, no
feet
struck the dirt. Earth beset by see-thru
sleep, transparent footprint, sleepwalk’s
his and hers an it club of late, the aban-
doned his and hers run come… In back
of
us the ghost octet kept at it, thread on
the box and on the backs of our necks,
hair stood on the backs of our necks.
Bal-
letic, they traipsed on tiptoe, shushed all
who stood and looked on. The sense we
were being shadowed had hold of us, the
sense
of being had we had… They were plotting
what it was to be footless, points on a graph
the ground had become. What it meant to
be
a tiptoe ghost we could see now, shushed
as we were, shadowed as we were, warned
we were better off away, beside the point,
not’s null insistence, moot… All the same,
they
doused us all in fish powder, a rite we were
none
the wiser
for
____________________
(slogan)
I saw no way to be wise enough. Tonal
motion made me weep. I saw no way to
stay where I was, be where I was, what-
ever it was I was moved on, moved over,
what-
ever it was worried what I was… So it
was green loomed outside my window,
drawn light in Low Forest I was wise to,
saw thru, aroused by light’s reluctance
but
not to be caught out, no way could I be
wise
enough I
knew
Here’s a Nathaniel Mackey poem tho.
The title is: Said to have been heard to say hush
Remembered moment lamenting
its exit, the anaphylactic aria
fell away. What beauty promised or
we projected faded, we moved
on,
not’s province the place we
now camped in… The abandoned
ones we averred we’d someday
be
fell away as well. The abandoned
girl and boy blended in… Thought’s
province it was we pitched our tents
in.
Wind wrinkled our foreheads, thought
not’s not someday… Not made every
eye water. In our heads more than ever,
syl-
labic beads we thumbed, not’s dread
have-without-hold we bowed down to,
cried Cry blood, fell back… There
was a box inside my head, something
men-
acing shook it, Joe Henderson’s tenor.
Not’s woken-up-to now we backed away
from, Little Johnnie C, “Hobo Joe”…
In-
sistent, imposed itself, beside the point.
All of it was orphan song we chimed in
on, chided by it, charmed even so. I saw
no
light but said otherwise, lit by the thought
of it, not-light lytic, tear between said
and saw… Light stole away, some kind
of
spell I was under. At more removes
than there was ground for, I stole away
as well, said to have been heard to
say hush. A tiptoe ghost octet fidgeted
be-
hind us. Not was another name for
death I was afraid and afraid my feet
would fail, Idiot Footless, feet I did
in-
deed speak with, did indeed say hush…
A little bit of nothing, anaphylactic
rush, seen-say gone so soon we were
not’s
understudies. Whatever it was we did,
no matter what we did, whatever we did we
did away… No one heard footsteps, no
feet
struck the dirt. Earth beset by see-thru
sleep, transparent footprint, sleepwalk’s
his and hers an it club of late, the aban-
doned his and hers run come… In back
of
us the ghost octet kept at it, thread on
the box and on the backs of our necks,
hair stood on the backs of our necks.
Bal-
letic, they traipsed on tiptoe, shushed all
who stood and looked on. The sense we
were being shadowed had hold of us, the
sense
of being had we had… They were plotting
what it was to be footless, points on a graph
the ground had become. What it meant to
be
a tiptoe ghost we could see now, shushed
as we were, shadowed as we were, warned
we were better off away, beside the point,
not’s null insistence, moot… All the same,
they
doused us all in fish powder, a rite we were
none
the wiser
for
____________________
(slogan)
I saw no way to be wise enough. Tonal
motion made me weep. I saw no way to
stay where I was, be where I was, what-
ever it was I was moved on, moved over,
what-
ever it was worried what I was… So it
was green loomed outside my window,
drawn light in Low Forest I was wise to,
saw thru, aroused by light’s reluctance
but
not to be caught out, no way could I be
wise
enough I
knew
Im the same way, so I justpost poems that I either wrote a while or ago or just wrote today.I’d share some stuff but I don’t trust some of y’all before I copyright my shít
the ones I posted are all either old, or something I wrote the day of posting it in here(except Garden of nails wrote that a few days before posting)
Sometimes it's simply asking yourself are you relationship ready?
Can you compromise?
Can you invest time?
Do you really think they worth your while? Do your eyes wander?
Will their absence make the heart go yonder?
Will your playfulness lead to unfaithfulness?
Currently copasetic and presently rock steady, now is an even better time.
Are you relationship ready?
Can you compromise?
Can you invest time?
Do you really think they worth your while? Do your eyes wander?
Will their absence make the heart go yonder?
Will your playfulness lead to unfaithfulness?
Currently copasetic and presently rock steady, now is an even better time.
Are you relationship ready?