Collaborative Poetry

Anatomy of Starlight

Stand

  Look
Look
     Look
Wait Look Look Wait Wait Wait
Wait
Wait
Wait
Wonder

 Discover

   Smile
                  Smile
                                    Smile
                                            Smile

                                      Confusion
                                    Question
                            Wonder
              Wonder
   Wonder


Stand
                   

                                 

Unfinished sentences

Funny how many thoughts we forget we ever had.
How many ideas, wishes, regrets.
How many wisps of poetry get set aside for being too fragile.
The shells you toss back to the sand for being imperfect.
Stars taken out of our eyes and given back to the sky
We make our skin forget, remember that our voice is alone
No echoes, no whispers.
Smiles like clouds hiding the sky

Take my home off someone's shoulders
Place it somewhere far away

And just repeating

This is good.

Lineate

And we learn to live on the surface

Not the deep blue we drowned in
The sky, the waves, the tides

Not the everlasting green we became
The tinted stories and possible histories

Not our trees and rocks and mountains

Smiles like clouds holding back the blue

Hold your breath

It's the only way to breathe

Hum

On we go 'til tomorrow fades
The music lights and our shadows bade
Goodbye, my lovely
So hasty, child
How difficult you are to save

Respond in me and give no more
For troubles rise and wishes soar
In patterns undeserved, not ours
Belongings end in knots and doors

Trace the stories on the wall
The flowers long since left to fall
In faded wings and ghosts of height
Unfettered dreams and gentle flight

Chiaroscuro

Obscured from sight
Intrepid light
Lost definitions burning

Wings lost to flight
Dehydrated night
In this, we too are learning

Hold tight the hours
Plant wildflowers
Put away the years

Built mirrored towers
Say mine, not ours
Finally count my fears

Random Baked Objects

I loved you, but doesn’t everyone?

I picked your name because I liked its sound

Triangles are square and orbits are round

You ate my pancakes, I combed your hair

And the others stopped keeping track of us

So now perhaps we’ll take the bus

You’re vaguely familiar in that biblical way

Like all weekdays that end with “day”

We sailed away and counted stars

I’d go with you to settle Mars

Cameras lined up in my head

They look at what my pigtails dread

You’re fond of green and blue and red

And patterns filling up my head

Maybe we would build a zoo

With cows that bark and dogs that moo

They can’t bake like we can do

A plate for one, a pie for two

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Found this, wrote it a while ago.... originally for a Spektor parody collaboration idea with Sumodude, but I kinda like it as is... of course, if the collab happened that would be cool too.

Angelic

Being

Coruscate

Dancing

Euphonically

Faintly

Gliding

Haphazard

Intrepidly

Jesting

Kaleidoscopic 

Lilting

Mosaics

Nuancing

Orbiting

Precariously

Quixotic 

Remnants

Softly

Tenacious

Until

Veritably

We
Xylophonically
Yield
Zygotes.

Just kidding, that's inappropriate. How about "Zeppelins"?

I can rhyme too.

Lancaster
Zoroaster
Alabaster
Solo's Blaster

Aster

Plaster

Master

Vaster

Exasperate

Dick Dastardly


Curses upon grocery store radios for getting the chorus of "I Run To You" stuck in my head.

Take 45

A failure to live, or a failure to die?
No, this isn't about mortality
A different kind of soul

One that exists only in a certain frame of mind
So many souls coming and going, it seems

An irregularly perforated timeline speaks only when ignored

An introspective curse

In an outwardly expanding universe