Caramel capped professors, eating clementines from tablecloths

[paperleaves]

and cupcake crusted crescents in wine dipped lovers embrace
the sweetest craving
sylvia plath and lockets,
headphones and mousse, the ringlets of carbonic crevasses
black and blonde and grey
the curtains curdle, crying and creeping into
sunset savors, waves and favors
a violet vase, and doilies
i died in my dreams lastnight, coffee and arrows and
cuban cigars, spots of flesh on the carpet
the walls are tea stained and refined, garbage disposal rewinds
and again i am whole
poisoned, blemished, perfect.
naked, I stand to touch the treetops
i feel nothing but hatred and reverence
crocheting my future into kafka manuscripts
giant spider
armless widow
lakes and reveries, we are so beautiful
gleaming in lemon canoes drifting on wavy sands

a coat rack in the corner of a purple room
crowns and thorns, crayons and vegetation
vinegar and blood
alcohol and cheerios
a garage sale made of paper plates and jungle machetes
los dientes de Machete, las camas de
mis hermanas
I will protect them
I will protect them
I will protect them

de los gallos.
:D
Just another scribble. Thank you for reading, comments and/or criticism appreciated!

[Bakiryu]

:lol: de los gallos? :lol:

I just love your poems!

[firefangled]

and cupcake crusted crescents in wine dipped lovers embrace
the sweetest craving
sylvia plath and lockets,
headphones and mousse, the ringlets of carbonic crevasses
black and blonde and grey
the curtains curdle, crying and creeping into
sunset savors, waves and favors
a violet vase, and doilies
i died in my dreams lastnight, coffee and arrows and
cuban cigars, spots of flesh on the carpet
the walls are tea stained and refined, garbage disposal rewinds
and again i am whole
poisoned, blemished, perfect.
naked, I stand to touch the treetops
i feel nothing but hatred and reverence
crocheting my future into kafka manuscripts
giant spider
armless widow
lakes and reveries, we are so beautiful
gleaming in lemon canoes drifting on wavy sands

a coat rack in the corner of a purple room
crowns and thorns, crayons and vegetation
vinegar and blood
alcohol and cheerios
a garage sale made of paper plates and jungle machetes
los dientes de Machete, las camas de
mis hermanas
I will protect them
I will protect them
I will protect them

de los gallos.
:D
Just another scribble. Thank you for reading, comments and/or criticism appreciated!

I am curious. Your poems are quite original and natural to read. Your images and descriptions of things amazing. Do you know where these are going when you begin, because they seem in the end like a tapestry of crystal clear words and phrases that suddenly end with someone helping me out of the rollercoaster, when I want another ride.

[paperleaves]

Dear firefangled, thank you very much :)
When I write, it is merely my emotions, ideals, dreams, and savage urges all put on paper. I have no plot or structure when I begin, it's merely a release for me. This is my only outlet besides my paintings, and I do not know how to express myself unless it is through these seemingly stream-of-conscious babbles/rants. Thank you very much for your reply!

[CathyEarnshaw]

Yes, like Firefangled said, your poems flow into the mind very naturally. As if thinking entirely organized thoughts was very much second nature!

[PrinceMyshkin]

Well, you ought to have some idea by now how deeply I admire your talent and your personality but this... caught me totally by surprise! I mean it does have that cornucopia-like quality of the previous poem of yours but it does conform with what you responded to firefangled re how you write. It is as if, that is, you go into a trance-like state in which several voices pour of of your mouth. I would give a great deal to hear you recite this!

Do you do that, speak your poems aloud after you've written them?

[TheFifthElement]

You know, I think firefangled said it for us all. Very natural, flowing poetry. When I first read this it brought to mind a Dali painting, surreal, obscure, but very vivid and exciting. Full of depth. I'm very intrigued by the purple room.

[paperleaves]

You know, I think firefangled said it for us all. Very natural, flowing poetry. When I first read this it brought to mind a Dali painting, surreal, obscure, but very vivid and exciting. Full of depth. I'm very intrigued by the purple room.

Thank you SO much!!! Dali is actually a huge inspiration in my life, my favorite artist and his worlds are the basis of most of my poems :) I am so thrilled to hear you make that comparison!

[goldenrod]

I like getting lost in your poems, it's so much fun finding my way out. You leave such a wondrous trail to follow!

goldenrod.