Astromaxis
Dawn Taster

Stretches out in miles
like on phosphorous
like on clay
between thumbs
between palms
and other limbs
I am dancing
with a whole lot of air

as a helium tribe
I censor gravity
like a clay tribe
I defy erosion
I am rock
bedded into soil
I am plant
that is bedded into roots

and my bed was also the clouds
those chameleon organs of mist
signaling other hues

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By Allah Almighty it's a great event ^_^

Originally Posted by Dark Muse

A poem inspired by a disturbering dream I had, which stuck out in my mind for being so unlike any dream I had before.

You Raped My Mind

It haunts me still
the violence of the dream
so unreal, and yet so
inescapable.

It daunts me to recall
the hard metallic taste
that I cannot alleviate
from my mind.

It was something
raw and impure
passionless
and yet there was

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Originally Posted by hack

I never learned to ask,
"How are things in your grandmother's village?"
in any foreign tongue.

I can say,
"Show me your hands, or I will kill you."
in several languages.

But, somehow, it is not the same.

I'm so in love with this poem I feel like reading it over and over again.

LOVE IT ALLAH ALMIGHTY GAVE THIS PERSON WICKED SKILLS ^_^

The poem is a distorted, unchronological
manual
has
no
proper
contents
indexes
and
chapters
come
via
discovery

apple
is
bitten

three hundred years
seperation endured

Noah
rode
the
ark

Last Prophet
Muhammad (P.B.U.H.) (P.B.U.T)
sweetened
earth

And now
this poem
is now

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