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Fears of Trees and Tears

Posted by para on April 21, 2018 at 9:10 PM Comments comments (0)

Everything stays the same for me

I see

Everything stays the same

For you the trees move

With the rhythm of the wind

But dare not leave their roots


Bored

Death

Stagnant

Dark candle

 

Flame

That’s all you are

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Nothing More

Posted by para on April 1, 2018 at 1:20 AM Comments comments (0)

Were I to wear the fur of my beloved cat, the softest pelt known to the fingertips of mankind, I would feel peace.

Were I to melt into any reality between here and there, the broken space unseen by you, I would be solid; A specter intent on contentment.

But, as of such deficiency, I weaken. I weaken of anger. I weaken of frustration. I weaken of fear.

I we...

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Extermination

Posted by para on March 15, 2010 at 2:41 PM Comments comments (3)

All in this design suffer

From a lack of original thought

Parasites

Sucking from the host for survival

Ne’er mere babes

Suckling at the mother’s breast…

Nay-

Parasites.

 

No love and no shame

Graces the touch on flesh

Thriving to steal every fruit

Of discovery to claim

The seed.

 

They offer nothing.

It’s not a reflection

Nor a transcription

Just ...

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Winter's Revenge (A Para/Oddpoet Collab)

Posted by Oddpoet on January 14, 2010 at 7:49 PM Comments comments (6)


Cold she is

Painting death with icy fingers

A deft scalpel touch

Oh vicious heart

Wanton killer

Your caress and breath

Hound the living




She puts a finger to icy lips




Shh… she hisses




Finger crumbles, tiny shards shatter

To end at elbow

Nay, the body matters not

She hisses eternal

Lips caught

Frozen

Pursed...

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Back To The First Kiss

Posted by para on January 13, 2010 at 10:55 PM Comments comments (4)

That unfamiliar touch

Satin fingers

Crush

Piquing the most delicate

Of nerve

Endings

Elated

Sending

The subtle breeze of breath

                       

                        Sigh of a most delicious d...

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Thank You Poets

Posted by para on December 8, 2009 at 9:15 PM Comments comments (8)

Hello poets of the Wordmachinist family.


I just wanted to express my thanks to all for offering the best poetry for everyone to consume. I've been gone, I really missed reading the awesome work you all do... the best poets are here. You are all brilliant in your craft... so thank you for sharing... para

Human

Posted by para on October 20, 2009 at 12:31 AM Comments comments (5)

The world could explode.

 

The world could explode

Or

Digest itself..

Platelet within platelet…

And all who ride greet death.

They die.

And only those who loved them personally

Give a good God damn.

 

So fuck you.

 

All you want

Is there whether you want it or not.

Do you want it?

Be human.

What do you want?... for the love of.. damn.. already said that…

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Home

Posted by para on October 19, 2009 at 3:13 PM Comments comments (2)

I can still feel the warmth when I reach out

To pull you close to me

Sunken, immersed as in an innocent dream

There we lay as still

As purity

For at the core there was always the base

Of love’s surety…

You can lay on the ground bleeding

If you must

Bleed to your death

To spring again into the valleys of life

Over and over

If you must

And then do it again

Just one more time for good measure̷...

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Satellite

Posted by para on October 19, 2009 at 1:17 AM Comments comments (6)

I just hover across this world

You know

Trying to decipher the lies from the truth?

But really

I know it doesn?t matter if the lies are true

Or if the truth is lies?

It just really doesn?t matter.

I know what is true.

The only thing that really matters.

What I feel is the only truth I need to know.

What I think is the only truth I need to know.

The lies I?m absorbing kill my heart

The truth I absorb kills it more.

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Words

Posted by para on October 17, 2009 at 11:23 PM Comments comments (8)

Words

Titter in the outer frame of your ear

When I speak these

Words

Aloud…

Penetrate the drum

Into feeling…

Do you recognize my voice?

 

Do my spoken words elicit

The desire

To push farther into the sound?

 

I was never one for speaking.

 

I was never one for inflicting the outer ear

With my words…

 

My words

Flitter on the eyelashes

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