Poems

“Spillover” by Katlyn

Selma-

She learnt after I kept my promises of kisses dreamnt her way, as I slept, hoping I’d leapt far enough while falling in love, that the rose petals were worth her worry, floating towards her smile upon our reunion. I fell fast to the fragrance of her touch, as I remembered what life was worth living for.

Our fathers

Bearers of hope from themselves

From past mistakes

Yearnings as filters to the soul

To carry a burden of sorrow is their mark

To Lov their brothers as jon loved Mathew,

For another day,

With Luke walking from his own shadow,

dreams anew,

We carry pain from our father, we carry their debt, but remember their Lov, an infinite birth;

Go easy on yur dad, as his life was only a journey of togetherness forever, attached to his his own mysteries that came before him,

If at all stuck in your today or your reflection of him, go to where he wanted to be, go to yourself, and liberate him from his pain into tomorrow

♥️🙏

Dear Sarah,

This time I didn’t stop to think about crying, the tears just wouldn’t quit inside. Furthermore, no one knew where any of it was coming from, whether it be the city of dreams, the reigning victories, or something of that communal nature. This was a heaven unlike anything I had ever known, anyone I had ever known, had I not known of the reason that any of this even exists. Existentialist lists exit from my soul to be voyaged,

I am only here as a messenger, only with the inevitability of roses, and such,

to keep us grounded in the fact that this city is my forlorn abode.

If I am to ever fall out of love,

What will that mean?

What will it mean if these tears do indeed plummet to the sanctioned ceiling above us,

as the spirits take leap and float, just gazing infinitely into the throttling note, a frequency, a touch,

of the imagination-

My, my, my,

how muses have come and gone,

Insanity had it’s bane,

Yet I remain in love,

Committed for some odd notion,

Just eerily frozen, shivering cold, betrayed, and forgiven of,

My sin.

Yet why do I sin?

Is it simple---it feels good in the moment?

Time

Yet then, the moment passes and,

death,

Just like that---- and so, we keep eachother alive in light of our shadows,

We are the lanterns, bridged across the railroad,

So that the truth may move along,

Knowing where it’s going,

I love you Sarah,

Don’t stop, keep going

Don’t stop,

Motion

~Wave Beam

High slivers slipping, signing signatures

Endless points of ray beams --- red

Sleepy streams

Lazilly razor ghosts uttering frost

Steaming feathery howls toward roars made by the coast--- violet, then red

Pulsating through <H>eartbeam,

Straight to the dome sphere- Egg hatched, fully O)))OOO)))))) deadlight ing, delighting , delicate , dropplets …

The earth

It quakes

Frisson

From my amble

Amiable

Yes,

I am Bell

~Milking a Dress kept in a Silk Castle

I imagine a good day

Sitting

Softly sitting

On the mantelpiece

Drifting from cloudless night to cloudless noon

Sitting on frisson

Friscion

Searching for proof in oblivious roosts

Red from the cheeks of your dream

Red in

Spinning evenings, from a

Literature , afar ago

I love yu

Playing

Seeking

Then talking

Spoof!

I love you/roof/

From distant places, I wept afar from ovaries

Delicately sinking in, quivering---- pointed,

Threading our heart together,

As

Fertile ground,

Just sleeping,

sipping

Sin

Release from a relation~

There is a violet glass in the mirror

I see the plan

A palette of roses sining whispering springs of rinkless dresses made in illuminate latin,  

Made of satin, draped in print

Meditating on a belong

What it means to belong

To one song

The Rouse  

As I sat next to love I flourished a curious, cloudiest night kept in planetary view, 

Elegant until the droplet recovered in silence, 

A smile away from rest 

Inquisitive and resounding, 

Rounds of moments spent next to the dream----hovering –into the real thing, 

How I unify these rosaries, 

Keeping butterflies in sight, 

Until the very next day we came to know -Union