Rain used to be
My favorite at midnight
Now it’s just you
And a thousand hugs and kisses
Under a cherry moon
I never grow tired of repeating:
I love you; I love you; I love you
Rain used to be
My favorite at midnight
Now it’s just you
And a thousand hugs and kisses
Under a cherry moon
I never grow tired of repeating:
I love you; I love you; I love you
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nomg ha rvit iytdaefitm
iuytwosu oj sn t’
sinnk dssntuh ah deaaug dsa os
hyenar rrm do uonce
rig nnreofv eiewtar eerdgi opt:
l o oo, yu l voyuvuyii, oevoe il e
By Benjamin Grossman and Cassa Bassa
Her emerald beauty circled his upright being
She stretched her sublime allure to capture the snow
He felt the weight in totality
It exceeded what he could possibly endure
Most days there was a smokey haze between them
And this fog formed uneven walls
With tiny openings just wide enough
To let toxic fumes leak through
In desperation, she let out her slow poison
He turned himself inside out to survive
But was never the same man as before
Nor she the same woman
They had interwoven like a tree wrapped in vines
They wanted to thrive under any conditions
That’s what all lovers long to do
Tragically they couldn’t harness the moonlight
Nor grow within the embers of dying flames
(This is part of a collaborative poetic effort between myself and Cassa Bassa. Make sure you check out her blog by visiting Flicker Of Thoughts. She’s a favorite poetess of mine.)
I don’t love you
I know that now.
Perhaps I did at first
But I’m unsure.
I’ve overthought the subject of us more than once
Concluded only this: I care for you
In a way that far exceeds love’s feebleness
And in words that are yet to even exist.
We’ve never raised a voice
Nor slammed a door
Yet still we engage in these epic apology wars:
Saying sorry for nothing
That needs saying sorry for.
[Verse 1]
We were not next of kin
We weren’t even friends
A relationship seemed
Impossible then
[Pre-Chorus]
But then we found, we found
What we should’ve never found
We couldn’t drown, couldn’t drown
What we should’ve never found
[Chorus]
We made a loveship
And it’s just how it sounds
We’re in a loveship
And we’re never coming down
We’re in a loveship
Sounds hip, kids want this now
We’re in a loveship
And we’re never coming down, no
We’re never coming down, no
We’re never coming down
[Verse 2]
We thought not to trust
We’d be friends and not lust
A relationship seemed
Impossible to us
[Pre-Chorus]
But then we found, we found
What we should’ve never found
We couldn’t drown, couldn’t drown
What we should’ve never found
[Chorus]
We made a loveship
And it’s just how it sounds
We’re in a loveship
And we’re never coming down
We’re in a loveship
Sounds hip, kids want this now
We’re in a loveship
And we’re never coming down
We made a loveship
And it’s just how it sounds
We’re in a loveship
And we’re never coming down
We’re in a loveship
Sounds hip, kids want this now
We’re in a loveship
And we’re never coming down, no
We’re never coming down, no
We’re never coming down
I don’t know the perfume of your skin
But I bet it’s some poetry
I don’t know the flavor of your lips
But I’m sure it’s sweet and savory
I don’t know the beauty of your walk
But I’m thinking rather divinely
I don’t know the shape of your love
But I’m guessing it’s extraordinary
I do know, however, the rarity of your face
And, my darling, it’s some kind of poetry
So I have this issue and
there’s no exact medical term for it.
But when I look into your eyes
I’m transported to a place where
it always rains sunshine.
And maybe that doesn’t sound like an issue.
But when I really, really miss you
it feels like some incurable disease
akin to an elephant using my chest as a scale
or a vampire sucking my soul through a straw.
So yeah, I have this issue, I think
where I fall deeper in love
with you every nanosecond.
And maybe you have it, too?
I have this puzzle
A map of the world
Which I’ve been putting
Together in private
And amorously slow
Not because I’m unsure of
The location of the pieces
But rather I wanted to rearrange the globe
So our countries aren’t
Disconnected by a sea
It took six seemingly endless months
But it was nothing, really
A few necessary adjustments
Even when it’s make-believe
I always place you next to me
Your love was something like a butterfly:
Beautiful one day
Dead the next.
The Poetry of Joseph D. Hamilton
binge thinking and other things in life
My word is goddess It's not an invitation But a prophecy
Inspired by Folk, Blues, Psychedelic Rock, Krautrock, Electronica, Punk, Industrial, and Noise Rock I make music alone and with friends since 1998.
Photography: Every story has a picture and every picture has a story.
through the darkness there is light
poetry of Stephanie McManus
Lifelong learner and blogging enthusiast
We only live once. Hence, let's not stop dreaming